Heartless Lover by Faith Summers

15

Eric

Idon’t know why I told her she’d be sleeping in my bed.

We haven’t slept all night and now it’s in the quiet early hours of the morning.

I carried her to my room where I buried myself balls deep inside her all over again. From there my wild fantasies took over and suddenly I couldn’t think of anything better than being with this woman.

It was like I’d gone fucking crazy and didn’t have a care in the world. It didn’t help that she followed my every command like a good little pet.

And fuck did I ever take advantage of doing everything my dirty, dark, dangerous mind conjured. And she was exactly my dirty, dark, dangerous fantasy.

We moved from the bed to the hot tub where I had her riding my cock. From there I had her on the kitchen table, then up against the floor to ceiling glass windows in the living room, and back in the fucking hot tub. It was only when it started to rain that we made it back to the bedroom where we stayed.

A message came through from Borya an hour ago informing me he’d found something he’s checking out. The normal version of me would have called him and I would have been out the door moments later, ready to hunt with him.

But I’m still here. With her. I’m here with her savoring every minute I claim her and I’ll admit every time I have her it feels like erasing whatever she had with Robert.

It’s like I’m erasing his touch from her body because I don’t want her to belong to him anymore.

With her on her hands and knees sucking my cock like she wants to own me, I don’t know how I’m supposed to break whatever spell has fallen on us.

I watch her head bob up and down as she sucks my dick and takes me deeper.

As she grips the base and pumps harder my balls tighten.

I lace my fingers through the silky fibers of her velvet hair and grab a tight fistful.

“Harder,” I command and like the good girl she is she does exactly what I tell her.

Fuck. She’s beautiful and every man’s fantasy rolled into one gorgeous package.

I swear to God I haven’t stopped being hard for her and I haven’t stopped craving the taste of her, nor the need to be inside her.

She takes me even deeper and I start pumping into her hot wet mouth, fucking her face. My balls draw up as I plunge deep into her throat to the point where she almost chokes, but yet she still takes me. And I like that she does.

I speed up, pounding so hard into her mouth tears run down the side of her cheeks, but still she takes me and she doesn’t protest.

I groan deep and long and the moment my cock hardens some more I know I won’t last but I won’t rob myself of the pleasure of finishing inside her.

The urge makes me pull out of her mouth. She gazes up at me with those sultry eyes and those pillowy lips.

“I want to be inside you,” I tell her. “Stay on your hands and knees.”

I’m not certain if she’s just doing as she’s told or going through the motions like I have as I’ve allowed myself to fall prey to temptation.

As I move behind her and position myself to fuck her she lifts her shapely ass higher and I know exactly how I want to finish.

I stare at the mirror before me and look at us. I purposely wanted to watch.

What can I say, I’m a voyeur. I like watching people have sex and I like watching my woman as I fuck her and own her body.

She sees me watching, and glances away just as I plunge into her dripping wet cunt. Her pussy is as greedy as my cock.

I slam into her and love the sight of those breasts bouncing as I move inside her. The moans that rip from her throat sound like music to me. Like the magical notes of raw feminine pleasure. I know every single one of them because it’s me who’s owning her.

She comes just like I wanted her to and I fight back so I don’t blow my load just yet.

I pull out of her with my cock aching to explode and she glances back at me over her shoulder.

When she sees me grab the tub of lube from the nightstand drawer and the wicked look on my face, I’m sure she knows what part of her body I want own next.

Her eyes climb from the tub in my hands to my eyes when I return to her.

I pop the lid and her back goes rigid with tension and fear. I know this isn’t going to be the first time she’s done this, but when I’m done with her I don’t want her to remember being with anybody else except me.

Only me.

I look over her ass which is still red raw from my hand. As much as I love the color against her sun-kissed skin, this alternative so called punishment was so much better.

I stroke over her wet pussy to gather her juices and smear it over the tight rosette of her asshole.

Fuck me, she’s so tight but yet responsive despite her natural instinct to fight the pleasure.

I can see her face in the mirror. Her expression tells me all I need to know. It tells me she likes what I’m doing to her and likes me touching her.

“Don’t you think it’s time to stop fighting what you feel?” I say breaking through the blanket of silence that’s settled between us.

When her face hardens, I take a good amount of lube and add it to the smear of juices I previously covered her with.

“I’m not fighting,” she lies, on the edge of a desperate moan she can’t control.

“Tell yourself whatever you want.”

I position myself again behind her and as I push my dick into her asshole I slide in but I know I’m still hurting her. It’s pleasure and pain for both of us because she’s fucking tight.

“Eric…” she mutters my name and the pained expression painted on her refection in the mirror is beautiful. It’s priceless and one I wish I could capture.

“It’s okay, baby, be a good girl for me. I promise you’ll feel good in a second.”

I feel the moment she does because her passage widens to take me and I slide deeper.

That’s also the moment when I truly lose control and start fucking her ass.

My body takes over and gives into the pleasure that pulses through me, as well as the thought of owning another part of her body and filling her with my cum.

She moans into every relentless thrust I deliver and the sound of her stokes my carnal desire.

I speed up and when I take in the sight of her lush ass taking my cock, I blow into her, erupting like an angry volcano.

A growl rips from my chest and we both collapse in a heap when I’m finished with her.

I lay resting on her sweat covered skin for a few moments, inhaling the smell of sex.

My ears are ringing and when I pull out of her and watch my cum leaking down her thighs I already feel like I want more again. And I can see she does too.

Shit.

This is exactly what I feared, my desire for her has fucked me over and I can’t think straight.

I’ve gone against any and everything that was telling me to watch myself with her, and to be honest, I know I am going to want more.

Watching my cum travelling down her skin plants another idea in my head.

Not the sensible kind of idea considering the reality check I just had. It’s the other kind of idea because I need more and I’m a man who always, always gets what he wants.

When she rolls over after noticing my hesitation, I run my fingers over her smooth stomach and trail up to the fleshy mounds of her breasts where I take her rose dipped nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers to give them a gentle squeeze.

“I want you in the shower. One last time,” I say. I don’t know how many times I’ve said one last time to her in the last few hours.

“One last time?” she asks, biting the inside of her lips.

The gesture would look like she’s biting back a smile if she didn’t still look wary of me.

I need her wary. I don’t want her to figure me out, because then she’d know I’d want her and with that comes power I don’t want her to have.

“One last time.” I smack the side of her ass and she gets up.

I watch her ass as she walks ahead of me and I follow her into my walk in shower where I grab her and press her up against the smooth granite walls.

I’m not hard enough yet, but getting there. I just need to look at her and I’ll be there.

I turn on the water to a cool light spray and watch it run over her hair and breasts. I then place my hands on either side of her and lower to kiss her briefly.

She kisses me back and I’m surprised how sweet the kiss is.

I’m not sweet, but she is. That’s who she is naturally and I like it.

Moments later I’m inside her again. I lied. This was never going to be the last time.

The last time happens hours later in the bed when she slips into sleep in my arms.

She’s exhausted and that’s what did her in.

I don’t sleep at all. I lay there with her next to me and watch the sun come up.

With it, I get up and leave her in the bed.

I get dressed, deciding to go and work like I should have been. Before I leave my room, though, I stare at her and indulge myself on the image of her in my bed.

It’s a sight a man could get used to.

But I shouldn’t.