“You’re glistening. I can feel how turned on you are. Your cunt is like a fist, Ursula. Squeezing me. You want my cum, don’t you?” He’d never been vocal during sex before. With this woman, saying the words felt right to him.
“Yes,” she said.
Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to slide along hers over her pussy. He heard the catch in her voice as he moved with her. Her juice coated his fingers, making it easier for him to work her clit. His cock was hard inside her.
“You’re close. Let me feel you come around me.”
“I want you, Stephen.” She cried out as her climax held her in its grips. Her pussy grew tighter. Her finger kept moving, and he pounded her pussy holding her hips in his hands. He loved watching her tits move every time he fucked her hard. He felt the pulse of his arousal grip him. His balls got tight, and his cum shot out of him inside her body. He growled as his release surged through him making him tingle from head to toe. They held each other riding out their climax.
When they came down, Stephen collapsed over her, holding his weight off her. She was panting for breath, and so was he. The moment he caught his breath he lifted up checking her body. He saw the red finger prints on her hips and knew they would be bruised by morning.
She touched her side. “They don’t hurt.”
His cock was still inside her. He didn’t want to lose the connection with her. Holding her in his arms, he moved into a sitting position with her help. She lay in his arms with her head on his shoulder. He brushed her hair aside, stroking the length.
Ursula looked at him.
“You’re mine now,” he said. He felt the words like a state of ownership. Ursula was his woman, and he would be keeping her.
He knew he needed to talk to the other men at the club. This feeling inside him was something he’d never experienced before. She kissed him before laying her head back on his shoulder.
Stephen knew he would do anything to protect her. All he needed to do now was convince her of his own feelings.
Chapter Six
Ursula lay in his arms not knowing what to do. Being with him had been one of the best experiences of her life. She liked the thought of being his woman, but did he mean the words, or were they just the after moments of really good sex? His arms surrounded her. He played with her hair while she stroked his chest. She touched his nipples feeling the way his body changed.
“You’re sleeping in my bed,” he said.
She smiled. He no longer asked but told her. She didn’t mind. Why didn’t she mind? No man had ever gotten away with ordering her around. Stephen was different. She’d known he was different from the first moment they met. His brooding reeled her from the start. She had wanted to bring him out to see him smile.
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. She shook her head. Words failed her when usually she could do nothing but talk. “I don’t like you not communicating. What’s wrong?” He took hold of her chin getting her to look at him.
“Nothing,” she said with a smile. “I’m simply basking from being together.” Ursula wrapped her hands around his neck.
“That’s it. Hold onto me.”
She squealed, holding him in a death grip. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted up off the floor. Stephen was a tall man, and glancing over his shoulder made it look like a long way down.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “You’re going to give yourself a hernia or even worse, break your back holding me. I’m not skinny, Stephen. Put me down.”
What did she get for her trouble? A slap on the ass. The heat from the sting made her bite her lip. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was from his love taps. Some of them had hurt, too.
“You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
“I’m not light. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Ursula, I lift weights, and I like the way you are. Stop moaning, and hold onto me.”
She wouldn’t be able to let go. “I’m afraid of heights.”
“I’m not that tall.”
He moved out of the room to the stairs. She squealed. “You’re not taking me up those stairs. I can walk Stephen.”
“Hold onto me.”
She tried to squirm away from him, but he held his ground. “Stephen!”
“Mr. Knox to you.” He slapped her ass then held her as he began walking up the stairs, each step making her jolt in his arms.
She glared at him. “I’ve never called you Mr. Knox, and I’m not going to start now.”
“Sir, then, or Master.” Ursula went to challenge him on the titles, but she stopped as she liked the sound of them. She smiled. Laying her head against his ear, she licked his lobe before biting down gently. “Are you going to fuck me again, Sir?” she asked.