Page 20 of Eat Slay Love
My fingers dug into her hips, my cock pressing against the curve of her ass, thick, hard, aching to be buried inside of her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t enough.
“Say it.”
Her voice grew breathless and wrecked. “You’re going to fuck me.”
“Very hard.”
“Please.”
A growl ripped through my chest, and before she could say anything else, I grabbed the thin band of her thong and yanked it down, letting the delicate lace slide down her thighs before pooling at her feet.
Mon dieu. Bare. Perfect. Mine.
I ran my fingers over her slick folds, groaning at the sheer wetness of her. “You’re soaked for me.”
“Fabien, please.”
I smirked. “Please what, chérie ?”
She whimpered, pressing back into me, her breath coming faster. “I need you to fuck me right now. I’m losing my mind.”
“Are you sure?”
“God yes.”
I wrapped my fingers around my cock, dragging the tip through her arousal, teasing her entrance, making her shudder.
“Need me?” I whispered, pressing just barely inside, enough to feel the tight, pulsing heat of her. “Then take me.”
She let out a desperate moan as I thrust my cock inside, slow, stretching her, filling her in a way no other man ever would again.
“Fuck yes.” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as I sank into her, inch by inch, until I was completely buried. “That’s it, my sweet American girl. Take all of me.”
Her pussy clenched around me, her body shuddering, her forehead dropping against the wall as she gasped. “Oh God. It’s so deep.”
I grinned, pulling back just enough before slamming forward, making her cry out. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Now that I’m forced to go to California, you’re going to get my cock every damn day to make it up to me.”
“Please!”
I thrust again, slower this time, dragging every thick inch along her walls, savoring the way her body gripped me, refusing to let go. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Whimpering, she moved forward a little.
I groaned. “No, no. Don’t you inch away. Take all of this cock . ”
She let out a choked moan, and her body trembled beneath me.
That pussy was perfect.
Five Stellar stars for sure.
Tight.
Hot.
Fucking heaven.
A guttural groan ripped from my chest as I kept pulling back and then sinking back into her.
Those pussy walls squeezed my cock like a fucking vice.
She cried out , gripping the wall, her back arching, taking me deep .
And that was it, I maintained the grip on her hips and fucked her like I should have in the car.
Raw.
Unrestrained.
Hungry.
Her moans turned to cries, her legs shaking.
I drove into her, deep and unrelenting. “You feel this, chérie ? This is your fucking future. Wrapped around my cock, taking every inch.”
Her breathless cries echoed in the suite, each desperate sound fueling the hunger clawing through me.
Her pussy was silk and fire wrapped around my cock, gripping me.
Milking me.
Pulling me in deeper with every thrust.
Her walls clenched tight, her body taking me in as if it had been made for this, for me.
“And anytime you try to run from my love, remember this—how I stretch you open, how I own this fucking body.” I gritted my teeth, my muscles tensing as I set a brutal pace, snapping my hips forward, slamming her into the wall with every thrust.
The force of it made the framed artwork rattle.
“Tell me you love it.”
She loudly moaned. “I love it!”
“Tell me you fucking need it.”
“I need it!”
The air ran thick with the scent of our sweat and lust, our bodies moving in a rhythm that neither of us could control anymore.
“Damn it!” I couldn’t believe how amazing her pussy was.
It was in that moment when I realized I would probably end up being an American—getting citizenship in this godforsaken country just to have her pussy.
It made me so lustful and angry, I sneered, “I’ll fuck you on every wall of every city I take you to. Paris, Manhattan, LA, London, fucking Moscow—you’re mine in all of them.”
Her fingers curled into fists against the wall. “Oh! Oh!”
“Yes. I like that.”
"Oh God!”
“Are you close to cumming?”
“Yes.”
“Then, beg for it.”
“Please!”
“Beg me to fuck you harder.”
“H-harder!!”
The plea was desperate, rippling from her throat like a fallen angel's prayer.
I growled, my need to satisfy her overpowering anything else.
I pounded my cock into her.
"Oh God, Fabien!"
"Say it again."
"Fabien!"
"That's it, chérie . Cum for me.”
And she fell apart.
And then, I lost it too.
We came together.
Hot.
Wet.
Vibrating.
We screamed together.
A guttural groan ripped through me as my cock swelled inside of her, my release tearing through me like a violent storm.
I buried myself to the hilt, holding her there, forcing her to take every hot, pulsing white drop as I filled her, marking her, claiming her in the only way I could in that moment.
But it wasn’t enough.
The need to brand her, to make sure she never forgot this, never forgot me, clawed at me like an obsession.
Pulling out, I groaned at the sight of her—legs shaking, skin damp with sweat.
I gripped my cock, still hard, still leaking, and ran the thick head over her ass, her lower back, watching as my cum spilled onto her rich dark brown skin, dripping in thick white ropes down her lush curves, onto even the plush carpet beneath us.
There we go.
I let out a slow breath, savoring the sight, the ownership of it. “Perrrrfectttt.”