Page 26 of Filthy Business (Obsessive Age Gap #1)
Magnus
I massaged the sunscreen into her skin. By our third day, she was starting to tan, but she still had delicate skin that needed to be protected.
“Mmm, your hands feel so good. Where can I leave a review for this kidnapping?”
she moaned, wiggling her little arse at me.
All I had to do was slip her bikini bottoms down, use a little oil, and I could fuck her arsehole right here in the open.
“I’ll send you the link once I’m done with you. Don’t move, sweetheart. I’ll be right back with your arse’s best friend,”
I said, squeezing her through her white bikini bottom before standing up.
Her sweet laughter followed me inside, and I grinned at the sound. This spontaneous trip was for her. She was relaxed, playful—happy.
Sun, sand, and a fuck-ton of sex made her soft, spoiled, and all mine.
I’d been cautious in my words and actions—I didn’t want to alert her that I’d discovered her past. Benedict was appalled and had been messaging me more regularly than usual. I still didn’t trust him enough for a phone call, though. He still had a nasty habit of hanging up on me.
I was humming as I grabbed the scented oil, a bottle of lube, and a stack of extra towels.
When I returned, she was stark naked on the sun lounger.
“Don’t say I’m not an accommodating captive,”
she drawled.
Oh, that teasing little arse was about to get fucked up.
With the bottles tossed by her legs, I whipped off my shorts and drizzled oil over her back, arse, and thighs before reaching for the lube.
“Someone’s going to have a sore little arse tonight, sweetheart,”
I murmured, smearing lube around the rim of her tight hole.
“Why? You planning on pulling a muscle?”
she sassed.
Her flesh was a slippery, wet mess as I coated my cock with lube, taking my time to apply a generous layer.
“My muscles will be fine, sweetheart. You should be more concerned about your arsehole, my filthy little whore,”
I growled, massaging her puckered hole.
My greased-up fingers pushed past her tight ring, and she gasped.
“None of that. I know how much you love taking my cock up your arse,”
I murmured, watching my fingers slide in and out of her tiny hole.
It always amazed me how well she took me.
Her slick little hole clenched down hard around my fingers, greedy despite the stretch. I watched, transfixed, as Iris squirmed beneath me, her face buried in the towel while her arse pushed up like an offering.
“You know what I’m going to do to you, Iris?”
I murmured, lips brushing her lower back as I eased a third finger in, stretching her wider.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little hole until you’re dripping from both ends. Until your belly’s swollen with my kid and your arse is just as ruined as your cunt.”
She whimpered, body trembling. I smiled.
“Mm. Thought you liked that,”
I breathed, pulling my fingers free and lining up the tip of my cock. Her skin glistened, flushed and oiled, the curve of her arse a perfect cushion for what was coming.
I gripped her hips and pushed—slow, deep, unrelenting.
Iris gasped, knuckles white where she gripped the lounger.
“There we go. That’s it, sweetheart. Let Daddy in. Let your filthy little hole take what it’s meant to take.”
Her tight ring resisted at first, but then gave way with a slow, obscene stretch. My cock slid in inch by inch, forcing her open until I was buried to the hilt.
I groaned.
“So fucking tight. You think that body’s not going to change? Think I won’t make you heavy with my baby and fuck you anyway?”
She moaned, high and broken.
“Your tits’ll be leaking for me. Your belly fat and marked up with every inch of what I did to you. And I’ll still bend you over and stretch out this hole like it’s mine. Because it is, Iris. Every hole on this body is mine. Daddy owns you.”
I glanced down. Her cunt was dripping, I could see the slick gleaming down her inner thighs.
“Look at you. Bent over and full of cock, already leaking like the little breeding whore you are. I bet your nipples would squirt if I fucked you hard enough.”
“Oh, God, Daddy,”
she whimpered.
I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, grunting at the way her body took it.
“And I haven’t even started yet.”
I stayed buried in her arse, unmoving. Just pulsing inside her while her body clenched and trembled beneath me. My palm slid over the small of her back, down to her soaked cunt.
“Christ, Iris,”
I hissed.
“Your pussy’s absolutely dripping while I’ve got my cock in your arse. You’re so fucking hot like this.”
She moaned—desperate, needy, grinding back for more.
I rubbed slow, tight circles over her clit, just enough to make her legs tremble. Just enough to drive her insane.
“You want to come, don’t you? You want to gush all over my hand while I stretch your sweet little arse open.”
She nodded into the lounger, fingers clawing at the towel. Pathetic little noises caught in her throat.
“Not yet,”
I growled.
“You’ll fucking take what I give you, when I give it. You think I don’t know what this filthy body needs? You think I don’t see the way your greedy cunt begs for cock—leaking like it knows it’s nothing but a hole to be bred and used?”
I slapped her cunt, just once. Sharp. She gasped.
“Imagine it, Iris. You, all round and milky. Tits heavy and leaking. Belly so fat with my child you can’t sit up without help. But I’ll still be bending you over, filling every hole while you whimper and drip.”
I slipped two fingers into her cunt—easily, slick and hot as hell—while my cock stayed wedged tight in her arse.
“Fucking soaked. You love this. You fucking love being ruined.”
She was close. So close I could feel her walls fluttering around my fingers, her thighs quaking.
But I pulled my hand away.
“Ah-ah. You don’t come until I say.”
She whimpered, hips twitching. Desperate little mess.
I leaned forward, voice like a snarl in her ear.
“I promised you a sore little arse, Iris. And you know Daddy keeps all of his promises.”
Then I pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in—brutal, slippery, merciless. The oil and lube made everything obscene. No resistance. Just filthy, wet sounds and the slap of skin against skin.
I gripped her hips, drove into her harder.
“You’ll feel this tomorrow. Every step you take. Every time you sit. You’ll remember who made this hole his.”
She cried out—half pleasure, half incoherent wreckage—as I fucked her into the lounger, railing her with every ounce of control I had left unraveling.
“Come now, Iris,”
I growled.
“Soak for me. Let your filthy cunt gush while I fill your arse.”
And when she shattered, I followed—grinding deep as I emptied myself into her tight, fucked-out hole. I grunted like a beast as my come continued to spill inside her clenching arsehole.
Fuck.
Thank God she came to me.
“I love being kidnapped,”
she gasped.
I couldn’t stop the chuckle, even though it felt as if my soul had left my body.
I didn’t pull out.
Not yet. Not when she was trembling so beautifully under me, breath catching on every soft exhale. Her body slack, wrecked and dripping with my spend, just the way I liked her. Just the way I’d always want her.
Still buried deep in her arse, I wrapped an arm around her waist and slowly eased us onto our sides on the lounger. Her back pressed to my chest, my cock still locked inside her stretched, used hole. I held her close, keeping her full.
“You were fucking perfect,”
I whispered against her temple, brushing sweaty hair off her flushed face.
“You took it like it was yours. Because it is, Iris. Every inch of me. Every filthy thought in my head. Yours.”
She whimpered softly, eyes still dazed and heavy-lidded. I kissed her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her lips. Over and over.
“My sweet little mess. You did so well. So damn well. You let me ruin you and you fucking bloomed.”
Her thighs were still twitching, her pussy leaking down the inside of one. I palmed her lower belly, letting her feel the pressure of my hand while my cock throbbed inside her.
“Can’t wait to see you round and swollen, full of my baby,”
I murmured against her ear.
“You’ll be glowing, dripping, waddling—and I’ll still bend you over and fuck you senseless.”
She made the smallest, filthiest moan and I kissed her again—this time on the back of her neck.
“I love you, Iris,”
I said low and raw, my lips ghosting over her skin like a vow.
“No one’s ever getting near you. No one’s ever taking you from me.”
I held her tighter. My cock still hard. Still inside. Still hers.
Because I wasn’t going anywhere.