“Gaines, please.” Her eyes are hazed with lust, and my muscles quake from the sheer effort it’s taking me not to pound into her.
I pull back, then thrust all the way inside. Her cry of pleasure races across my skin as I take her mouth, sinking my tongue inside as I let her adjust. She moves her hips, asking for more.
I’ve exercised every last bit of my control, and when she arches for me, I give in. My body moves, the animal part of my brain taking over as I claim the beautiful woman beneath me. She isn’t just anyone. She’s mine, and I want her to feel me with every step she takes.
“I’ve waited for you for so long.” I give her all of me, holding nothing back.
She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her mouth to mine again. I start a smooth rhythm, and she moves her hips with me, meeting me. She’s hesitant at first, but then whatever inhibitions she was holding on to fall away, and she gives herself fully, moaning into my mouth as I surge inside her tight cunt.
I kiss her until I can’t breathe, can’t think. Then I trail my mouth down her throat and taste her sweat-slicked skin.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she pulls, the little flashes of pain sending my need higher, making my strokes harder.
She moans when I lick a trail to her nipple, then suck it into my mouth.
Gripping her ass hard, I keep pushing inside her. I have to slow down, because if I don’t, I’ll spend inside her far too soon. But when I ease my pace and switch to the other nipple, she pulls my hair.
“More,” she moans.
“More?” I look up at her and flick her nipple with my tongue.
“Yes.”
“I’ll never deny you, Pandora. If you want anything from me, it’s yours. You only have to ask.” I speed up and bite down lightly on her hard nipple. Her body tenses, and when her legs start to shake, I know she’s close.
I return to her mouth and reach between us, my thumb glancing across her clit. She digs her nails into my shoulder, and I strum her again, loving the way she winds even tighter, her pleasure so close I can almost taste it.
Leaning back, I sit up and grip her hips. Staring down at her body, at the way she’s spread wide for me--I can’t go slow. I can’t stop. I surge inside her, watching her breasts bounce with each impact as she grips the sheets.
She’s a goddess of carnal lust, her head thrown back, her body arched. I intend to worship at her altar as often as she’ll let me.
I slide my thumb back to her wet clit and stroke it faster this time. Her body jolts, her movements becoming erratic. My cock grows even harder, my seed threatening. But I can’t have my release until she’s coming all over my cock. So I bite my lip and keep giving it to her the way she wants, the way that makes her pant and moan my name. Fuck, I never want her to stop.
But then her breath hitches, her body freezes up, and then the sexiest sound I will ever hear leaves her. A low, shaking moan, my name caught up in it. Her cunt squeezes me tighter, urging me to release right along with her. I don’t. I draw out her pleasure, fucking her as her legs shake and she comes apart. Her body is open to me, all its wonders on display, and I hope her heart is, too.
When she’s near the end, her panting breaths returning, I finally let go.
A gentleman would pull out. A gentleman would ask permission. Good thing I’m no gentleman.
With a deep thrust, I lean down and claim her lips again, then groan as my release spills inside her, my cock pulsing, shooting every bit of my cum into her tight cunt. Her orgasm seems to rise again, her body clenching as a new wave hits her.
She clings to me as I empty myself into her warmth.
When I finally come down again, I release her lips and gulp in the cool air. Words are on my lips--ones that will give away just how much this means to me. But if I say them, I’ll spook her. So I keep them tucked away. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. There’s a tether between us, a golden chain--much like the one around her neck--that links us. And if she doesn’t feel it yet, she will.
She lets out a huge whoosh of air as I wipe the sweat-slicked hair from her forehead, then drop a kiss there.
“I didn’t know it would feel like that.” She smiles, her lips puffy from my rough kisses.
I roll us over, my cock still at half mast inside her.
She yelps at the sudden movement, then settles on my chest, her chin propped so she can look into my eyes. “I’m going to be walking funny for a week.”
“Good.”
She smacks my chest, but she’s smiling all the same.
“And just a week?” I tsk at her. “You’re a treasure, Pandora. And I intend to polish you every time I get the chance.”
“Polish me?” She arches a brow.
“Mmm-hmm.” I run my fingers through her hair. “Spit shine you.”
She laughs. “I can’t tell if that’s hot or nasty.”
“I can make it whatever you want.” I stroke down her back, her skin soft and warm. “I was serious when I told you I’d do anything for you. Give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”
Her fingers stray to the key at her throat, and her forehead furrows.
“What’s wrong?”
Her gaze returns to me. “Um, nothing.”
“Come on.” I lift her and wince when my cock hits the cool air.
“Where are we going?” She blinks sleepily.
“You’re going to the bathroom, and I’m going to head downstairs for snacks.”
“Snacks?” Her eyes brighten.
“Mrs. Pettyford will have something tasty prepared. I guarantee it.”
She grins and gets on her tiptoes.
I lean down in answer and take her lips in a soft kiss. When I pull away, I stroke her cheek. “Fresh clothes are in the closet. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay. I’ll go, um.” She blushes. “I’ll go to the bathroom.”
Her pink cheeks get her another kiss. Then I back away from her and enter my closet. Once I hear the bathroom door close, I quickly go through the locks to enter my vault, then leave the door ajar and the light on.
Shah jumps onto the shelf beside me, his gaze decidedly perturbed.
“Look, if she wants the box, she can have it. I just hope she sticks around and asks me for it instead of taking it.”
He doesn’t say anything, but I feel judged all the same.
“It’s not a trap.” I pull on some pajama bottoms. “Or a test.” I hold up a finger. “It’s an opportunity. That’s all.”
He doesn’t seem convinced.
I stride out of the closet, Shah’s disappointed gaze on my back. As I head for the kitchen, I cast a glance at the bathroom and hope that my treasure realizes she’s worth more to me than anything I’ve ever had in my vault.
19
Pandora
The warm water feels good on my skin. I was sure Gaines was going to join me in the shower but he never does. I think I’m going to try to lure him into that giant tub of his. It’s bigger than my whole bathroom at home.
I grab one of the big fluffy towels as I step out. Everything is so fancy in this place. It’s as though I’m visiting a five-star resort. I guess anything would seem that way compared to my place.