She writhed underneath me, enjoying it but also hating it. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I spoke into her ear.
“Please fuck me.”
I kissed the corner of her mouth then rubbed my wet dick through the crack in her cheeks. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes, Boss Man…”
Watching my future wife beg for my dick was sexier than any threesome I’d ever had. I pushed down on the base of my dick and slid back inside her, greeted by her warmth and wetness.
“Yes…”
I thrust into her hard, picking up speed instantly. My dick already felt the spike of pleasure in my blood. He twitched in anticipation, knowing the impending orgasm would be as powerful as a tsunami. I thickened even further, the pressure inside her walls increasing. I hit my threshold but didn’t let myself cross the finish line.
I wanted to tease her, not torture her.
I thrust and pressed her against the mattress at the same time, giving her everything she needed to push over the edge.
“God…” She was almost there. She was panting, writhing.
Then I stopped again.
“Diesel!”
I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Tell me you love me.”
She breathed through the instant of silence, absorbing my words through her sex-crazed moment. Then she responded. “I love you, Diesel…”
I started to thrust. “Again.”
“I love you.”
I pounded into her harder, driving her into the end. “Again.”
“God…” She started to come, squeezing my dick without mercy. “I love you…” Her fingers spasmed and her moans turned incoherent. Her hips bucked slightly, the pleasure reducing her to a quivering mess.
I hit my trigger when I heard those words fall out of her mouth. My cock gave a final twitch, and I emptied deep inside her, filling her pussy with my enormous load. I’d fucked her before I went to work, but that was over eight hours ago. That was pretty much a different day.
I felt my own come surround me as I filled the minimal space she had. My fingers dug into the sheets, and I steadied my breathing, feeling the goodness sweep over me as the pleasure radiated from my core to every extremity. I loved to control this woman, to dominate her in a way no one else ever had. I got to do it for the rest of my life, to own her.
To make her a Hunt.
I pulled on the tie and undid the knot with two fingers.
Her wrists were marked from the constriction, and her hands came apart slowly, the muscles in her shoulders tense from staying that way for so long. She lay flat for a moment, recovering from the exertion as well as the pleasure.
I kept my dick inside her and kissed the back of her neck, my chest rubbing against her slender back. Her diamond ring still sparkled in the limited light, reminding me that she was always mine. I kissed her shoulders and spine next, treasuring her after the harsh way I took her like a piece of property.
She was my property.
Just as much as I was her property.
I slowly pulled out of her, my softening cock still slick from her arousal. My come was smeared across her stretched slit, and I enjoyed the view. I was a man, and like all men, I was proud of what I’d just done. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I kissed the back of her shoulder.
She rose on her arms and slowly moved off the bed, looking like the sexiest thing in the world with her panties around her knees and her wrists marked from the binding of my tie. Come dripped down the center of her thighs. “I’m going to join you.”
“No.” I stood in front of her and moved my hand into her hair. I gripped her and directed her stare on my face. “You’re keeping that come inside you until I’m ready to fuck you again. So pull your thong on and wait for me.”
Her eyes flashed at the way I spoke to her, but she didn’t dare deny me.
I released her hair and turned away. “Hope you’re looking forward to being Mrs. Hunt as much as I am.” I moved to the door, not expecting an answer.
Her voice reached me just before I stepped out. “I am.”
I stepped inside Illuminance and immediately received looks from the staff in the lobby. They knew exactly who I was and my future stake in the company—in all the companies Tatum owned. The women stared at me the hardest, not flashing a single smile my way. Their looks were hollow and blank, like they were witnessing a legend they’d only heard rumors about.
The elevator took me to the top floor, where Tatum’s office was held, along with the important personnel she liked to keep close. It was her first official day back at work, and she had walked out of the penthouse in a new pair of stilettos and an elegant outfit.
She looked sexy as hell.
My woman was back in the game. Her attacker was lying in a grave somewhere, but she was still running the world like the powerhouse she was. A bullet wasn’t strong enough to take her down because she was invincible.
I walked up to Jessica’s desk, one of the four assistants who ran most of Tatum’s schedule.
When she saw me, she immediately rose to her feet. “Mr. Hunt, Titan isn’t in her office right now. She’s in a meeting with Ms. Alexander and Mrs. Cutler. She told me if you ever come by, I should take you to wherever she is.”
I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my face. I’d never had that kind of privilege before, even when we were officially seeing each other. Like everyone else, I had to check in and wait until she was ready for me. But now I had a special pass that allowed me to go anywhere and do anything I chose.
“I’ll take you to the conference room.”
“I know the way.” I walked away
