Chapter 41

I almost groaned hearing that word on her lips. She’d be thoroughly fucked tonight. Leaning forward, I replaced my fingers with my tongue. She jerked, her body tensing and relaxing and another adorable mewl leaving her lips.

“Did you want those men you messaged to fuck you?” I said against her skin before biting down hard on her nipple. “N…No, Sir.”

I slapped her behind again.

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

Her breathing was laboured and I could feel her heartrate thundering against her chest, which was a little flushed.

“I only want you, Sir.”

“You want to be my dirty, fucking whore, do you?”

I cupped her arse cheek, fingers brushing over the crease. She shuddered.

“Yes, your whore, Sir. I want to be used and fucked like the dirty girl I am.”

Her words were too fucking much. My cock was straining against my jeans uncomfortably. It’d been my intention to have her take it out and suck it, but I was too wound up already. All I’d been able to think of was this woman, this girl for the past three weeks. The ways in which I’d use her beautiful, curvaceous body for my pleasure. Just like she’d asked for.

“Are you wet for me?” I outright growled at her.

“Dripping, Sir.”

“Are you sure it’s all for me?”

“All I’ve been able to think about is you, Sir.”

I didn’t doubt that. She’d told me as much on the phone. I tucked my hands under her behind and picked her up with me. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist and held onto my shoulders. I carried her from the room, into the hallway and upstairs. I threw out the fucking schedule. My carefully laid plans. There was time for that later.

Kicking open my bedroom door and walking in, I carefully placed her on her feet. Normally I wouldn’t have women in here. I used one of the spare bedrooms for my games, but I had an innate urge to see her splayed out on my bed for me. Whatever possessed me to bend her over it, making her spread her legs wide was completely irrelevant at that moment. She looked so fucking beautiful waiting patiently for me without any objections.

I walked over to my bedside table and opened a drawer, fishing out a pair of handcuffs. Returning to her, I pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed each wrist. I leant over her, my mouth hovering over her ear.

“If you’re good for me, sweetness, I’ll remove the blindfold.”

A part of me wanted her to see me as I impaled her pussy with my cock, but I couldn’t fucking wait any longer. The need to be balls deep inside this girl pounded in my chest. She could watch later when I fucked that tight little arse of hers until she was screaming.

Straightening, I ripped off my t-shirt and undid my jeans, tugging them and my boxers down, kicking them away without a fucking care.

One thing I’d insisted on is making her get tested, just as I had recently. Clara was on birth control and I wanted her bare. Needed to feel every inch of her tight, wet heat clenching around my cock. There was nothing like it and it had been god knows how many years since I’d fucked a girl bare.

Gripping my cock in one hand, I spread her pussy with the other and rubbed the crown along her soft folds. Clara wasn’t fucking lying when she said she was dripping. The heat of her was intoxicating. She mewled and shifted, trying to rub herself on my dick.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me, please, Sir. I want your cock.”

Such dirty words for such a pretty little mouth. If anything, it made it all the more imperative I buried myself in her. Just to stop the intolerable ache inside me. The driving need to fuck her into next week.

“Don’t worry, sweetness, I’m going to make you my dirty little whore.”

And with that, I thrust forward, burying myself halfway in her tight, soaking wet pussy. She cried out at the intrusion, her hands shifting on her back. I groaned, unable to keep the sound back because fuck, she felt incredible.

“Sir,” she whined.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl or it’ll be worse for you.”

“Please, Sir, please fuck me.”

I gripped both her hips and gave it to her in long, hard strokes. With each thrust, she moaned louder, begging and pleading with me not to hold back. I’d broken all the rules. All of them by fucking her so soon. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“Good girl,” I grunted. “Such a good girl.”

Hell, she was so wet and hot, it was heavenly. Nothing between us whilst my cock slammed into her over and over again. The moment I’d seen her picture, I’d wanted this. Wanted her. The girl with blonde hair and eyes like storm clouds. The more I’d got to know Clara, the worse my need became. Never had I allowed intimacies with a woman. She knew far more about me than I ever should’ve let on.

“Please, Sir, please can I come?”

I’d laid out such meticulous plans. They were shot to pieces with those words coming out of her mouth.

“Yes, fuck, come on my cock, Clara.”

Her name slipped out of my mouth without my say so. I was too far gone to examine why that was. She cried out, her body writhing beneath me as her pussy pulsed, clenching around my cock like a vice. I’d been fucking her so hard into the mattress, the covers must’ve been rubbing against her clit. It wasn’t that which made my blood pound. No, it was the name which left her lips in a low whine.

“Dominic.”

I was about to open my mouth to inform her of her mistake, but instead, I grunted because my own climax hit me without warning. Fucking her harder, my cock spurted wildly, the tingling sensations running up my spine as the world came apart before my eyes.

I closed them, revelling in the tight heat of her pussy and how perfectly it fit my cock.

How the intensity of my driving need to have her completely caught me off guard.

And how I was probably utterly fucked now.