“The torture can stop anytime you want it to. Just say please.”
I shook my head languidly, refusing once again. “Never.” I sounded and felt drunk.
He dropped a hand and then the head of his cock was angling up to massage my entrance. “Never say never, babe. Never do that.”
“Never,” I whispered, stuck in some wonderland where he was almost filling me again. I already know what it was going to feel like and I couldn’t wait to experience it again.
He pushed down on my upper back between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend over farther. I went down gladly, opening my legs wider and offering my ass up for the taking. He came to me then, rubbing the tip around my folds, getting it wet and slippery.
“You feel so good,” he said. “And your ass. My god, I love your ass.” He squeezed one of my cheeks and slapped it. The sting felt way better than it should have.
“It’s too big,” I said, dropping my head, pushing back a little, silently begging him to come inside. This waiting was killing me.
“Let’s see about that.” He grabbed me by my hips and pushed himself inside my slippery entrance, pulling me back against him to sheath himself completely with my heat. “Oh, god, yeah.” He squeezed my hips. “That ass. Mmm!” He smacked my cheek once more before grabbing my hips again and forcing me forward and back. His arms flexed and extended, moving my lower body to slide back and forth over his full length. “Oh, no, babe.” He pumped his arms faster, pushing his hips forward and back with the rhythm. “This ass is perrrrfect exactly how it is.”
His balls were hitting my clit, making me whimper with unfulfilled need. I pulled my hand away to touch myself and he stopped moving. Grabbing me by the wrist he hissed, “No. You keep your hands where I can see them.” He forced my hand to the edge of the sink and pushed it down, not letting go until I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the counter.
He went back to pumping himself into me, squeezing my hips in his iron grip and forcing me to stay right where he wanted me. I was at his mercy, halfway to pleased and most of the way to frustrated, all the while loving the way he was taking command and making me do things I was pretending I didn’t want to do.
“Touch me,” I demanded.
He slammed into me harder, our bodies slapping louder with the impact. “Beg me,” he challenged.
“No,” I said, but with a lot less strength of conviction this time. The heat was building and his shaft was getting bigger, thicker. He was close. We were both close. But he was going to get there first.
“Do it,” he growled. “I can’t hold on much longer.” He was breathing hard. “Jesus, your ass is fucking amazing. Goddammit!”
My nub was pulsing with need, swollen to the max and begging for his touch. My mind swirled with the implications. We were screwing like animals in his parents’ bathroom, and I was supposed to be already gone back to Florida. But his body felt like it was made for me and we fit together like it was meant to be. This was what I wanted. Nothing else in the world mattered right now but finding release with this man inside me.
I was breathless, barely able to get the words out. “Please, Mack, please. Okay? Please.” My surrender was made complete with that one simple word. “Please,” I said again, nearly whimpering with need.
He pulled out with a yank and spun me around roughly.
“What?” I cried, thinking I’d been had.
I didn’t have time to figure out what he was going to do before he’d lifted me up and sat me on the sink, spread my legs, and put his cock back into me.
Now we were face to face, eye to eye, and nose to nose. His blue eyes bore into mine, the passion and emotion impossible to miss.
“You’re my wife,” he said, only inches away, his hot breath flickering over my lips. “You married me in Las Vegas two years ago.”
“Yes.”
“And I’m your husband.”
I nodded, tears slipping out.
He gritted his teeth and growled out, “And this is us, consummating our marriage.” He buried himself inside me and pulled me close by my lower back, making sure I was pressed nice and tight up against the base of his cock. He moved in and out, banging into me and filling me, sending me over the edge in four sharp strokes.
“Oh, Mack!” I screamed, holding onto him by the shoulders.
“Ahhrrrrrr! Fuck!” he roared, hunched over and bucking against me, his hair tickling my nose as he bit into my shoulder.
I dug my nails into his back as I rode wave after wave of orgasm. Just when I thought it would be over, he’d push inside me again and send me into another spasm of pleasure. I was lost and didn’t want to come back. I was dizzy and confused, wandering around a kaleidoscope of colors in my mind, not even sure where I was or who I was anymore.