บท 21: Present - 9

They were back at Paul's mansion. They entered Regina's bedroom, and he immediately came up behind her and unzipped her dress then pulled the zipper all the way down to her ass, showing the top of her black thong and those luscious cheeks.

A deep growl came from his throat at the sight. His cock was already oozing from the last time. It was desperate to be inside that slick pussy. He pulled the thin fabric all the way to her ankles and kneeled. He pushed her torso down, making her bend over at the foot of the bed.

Her fingers grabbed her thong and pushed it over while his tongue licked her clit. She was wet since the last time. She moaned, pressing her ass farther into his mouth because she wanted more. She wanted his thick tongue to rub her sensitive clit. They had been together enough times to understand exactly what the other wanted.

He knew her likes and dislikes. He stood then removed his trousers and boxers. He wanted to fuck her hard from behind, watch her ass shake with every thrust he made. His fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt so he was buck naked behind her.

She turned around and moved farther up the bed, on her back, and against the headboard. He didn't understand her movements but he didn't question them. He crawled on top of her and kissed the valley between her breasts. He loved her tits as much as her ass. Her rack was perfect.

Her hand moved between her parted thighs, and she rubbed her clit while she fisted his hair with the other hand. She moaned quietly for him, arching her back so she could fit his nipple in her mouth.

He twisted one of her nipples and sucked the other, listening to her wince and moan at the same time. Her fingers rubbed her nub harder, and she moaned loudly for him, not caring if anyone in the mansion listened to the sexy cries she made just for him. He loved the dark and smoky look around her eyes.

He loved the blood-red color of her lips. She looked so beautiful by the candlelight. His dick wanted to be inside her more than anything else in the world. His cock lay against her stomach, smearing his liquid against her belly button. He expelled plenty of lubrication, but he never needed it. Her pussy was always soaked for his.

He pulled it away and grabbed her hips then shifted her weight and turned her over onto her stomach. He was going to pound her hard against the mattress, listening to her muffled cries against the pillows.

"What are you doing?" She turned back over.

Confused he stared at her, unsure what she asked.

"Fucking you."

"I want it like this." She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him on top of her.

"I don't care how you want it. We do things my way."

He made her come whether she was suspended from the ceiling or bent over a dresser. He didn't do missionary because it was too intimate for his taste. They had only done it once, that time he was easing her. The last time they were face-to-face, she cried in pain.

He didn't want to feel that closeness.

"It's my night." She squeezed her thighs against his waist. "You do what I tell you. Now, obey."

He shivered at her command. No woman had ever dared to give him a command. His cock got thicker. He was the dominant one, the man who always control. But he was aroused when he got commanded by her.

He almost did as she asked. "Shut up. I'm going to fuck you on your stomach so turn over."

"No. I'm paying tonight. You have to do what I want without question, just as I do for you." There was a fire burning deep inside her eyes. His eyes narrowed in confusion. "You paid for the date. Sex was never included in it."

"No. It was included." She dug her nails into his arms, silently warning me. "I want it like this. I want it slow. I want you to kiss me like I'm the only woman in the world who matters to you. Now do it."

"Fuck no, I'm not doing it. You're not my lover."

"You bet your ass you are."

The back talk fired him up. He wanted to crush his mouth against that pretty mouth of hers. He wanted to force her into submission but he also wanted her to fight back. "That was not included in the deal. Now shut the fuck up."

"Fine. I'll pay for his."

"Hell No." There was no amount she could pay him, for making love to her. He would never do it to anyone, he thought.

She dug her nails on his back into the skin until he almost bled. Her voice lowered, sexy and powerful. Her eyes were locked to his. "I've done things with you I never thought I could do. I've enjoyed things I never thought I would enjoy. I give you what you need. Now give me what I need."

He held her gaze and felt his resolve slip away. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, coaxing him to cooperate.

"Now." She breathed into his mouth, her confidence making his resolve slip away. Her words made him rethink everything. She hung from the ceiling from leather straps and let him whip her until she bled. She had done everything he asked because she knew that's how he enjoyed it. She took a chance and kept an open mind. That was more than most women would do.

"Hundred."

Her hands moved to his shoulders, and she slowly dragged them down his back. She kissed the corner of his mouth and tightened her legs around his waist.

"Hundred it is."

The deal was made. He pressed his mouth on hers and kissed her slowly, concentrating on what he was doing and nothing else. He enjoyed every kiss and every caress physically, never emotionally.

She responded to his affection immediately. Her nails dug down her back but she didn't cut the skin. Her touches turned gentle, inviting. She breathed into his mouth every time he kissed her, getting into it.

He positioned himself on top of her and his cock found her entrance like it had a mind of its own. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, he pressed her tip to her soaked opening. His back coiled in longing when he felt the moisture. It felt so good against his cock. It was warm and slick, helping his dick slide right in. She was wetter than she'd ever been before.

That was something he didn't think was possible. He slowly sank into her, stretching her apart with every inch. Her pussy was heaven, and he could stay buried inside forever. His cock wanted to make a home here and never leave.

She hooked her ankles together and rested them in the center of his back, right against his spine. She was folded underneath him, her tits pressed to his. Her hands trailed to his hips, and she gripped them possessively. "Paul…"

Her lips were parted, and her face was red. She enjoyed it so much before they even began. "Oh god, Paul." She grabbed his ass and pulled him the rest of the way inside her.

"Your cock feels so good."

He paused before he thrust inside her. Her words dug across his skin and made him bleed everywhere. They turned him on more than he already was. He barely did anything, and she was a crumpled mess beneath him.

His breathing escalated, and his dick was even more sensitive. He could feel every movement of her channel. He could feel the flood as more moisture greeted him from deep inside her womb.

He slowly pulled his cock out before he thrust into her, stretching her as his cock entered her tight pussy. His hips immediately wanted to move harder, fuck faster but he kept his body under control. He made his thrust slow and gentle. And he already wanted to come.

It was harder to control himself than it usually was. All he had to do was command his body and it obeyed. But right then, it was not happening. He was the one making her moan and beg for more. He was feeling like a king who conquered that queen. He was the man she traded bits of freedom for.

His cock throbbed.

"Paul." It was the third time she said his name and broke her last record. His hips slowly thrust into her, and her ass contracted every time he moved. He pushed into her slowly, barely rocking the bed. His lips moved with hers and tasted the wine on her tongue.

"You look so beautiful tonight." The words left his lips all on their own. He didn't have to force it. He gave her what she wanted without having to try. When he fell into the movement and concentrated on the connection of their bodies, everything else fell into place.

"Paul..." She melted underneath him, her lips trembling. She said his name again, this time with more passion than ever before. Her nails dug into his ass before her arms hooked around his neck. Her fingers slid into his hair, feeling the soft strands.

Their bodies were caked with sweat as they moaned together. He kissed her whenever he could, but sometimes, it felt too good. He couldn't concentrate on what he was doing and kiss her at the exact same time. His forehead pressed to hers and he looked into her eyes as he moved. He watched the fire dance in her eyes.

She gripped his biceps, what she usually did just before she exploded. "I'm going to come for you…"

He could feel the slickness between her legs increase. There was so much of it. It dripped down to his balls and sank into her sheets, making them damp. His heart seared with unexpected pain, and he felt his breath leave my lungs. "Tell me you're mine."

She'd given her rejection countless times but he knew her answer would be different this time. He could feel it. She tightened around him as the force hit her right in the chest. She convulsed and writhed, her pussy constricting his cock until it bruised.

"Paul…" Her sharp nails dug into his skin. "I'm yours… Only yours."

Those were words he'd wanted to hear for months. Now that they entered his brain, his body became weak and he gave in to the all-consuming pleasure. His cock lit on fire as his cum traveled from his balls to his shaft. He released inside her with a powerful explosion, giving her as much as he possibly could.

"Regina." He hooked his arm around her waist and held her tightly against him, finishing out the high that gave him the greatest satisfaction he had ever known. He felt like he came three times in a row, one after another. His muscles winced in soreness as he fucked her as hard as he could. Everything ached but felt so good at the same time.

He rolled off her and lay on his back. His legs automatically kicked the sheets away because the place felt like a boiler room. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and his body temperature declined.

His eyes felt heavy and he was ready for bed. Before he became too tired, he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She grabbed his arm and steadied him. With just a simple look, she told him exactly what she wanted.

Without reluctance, he agreed. He moved back into the bed beside her and pulled her flush against his body. Her leg hooked around his waist and his semi-hard dick was pressed against her pussy. Face-to-face, he stared at her soft lips. They were relaxed. The red color was absent, smeared against his mouth and tongue. His hand cupped her face then drifted to her neck where he could feel her soft pulse.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, the exhaustion deep in her eyes. Her fire had been drenched, and now she was at peace. Her hand moved to his chest, and she rested her fingers against his beating heart. His body took control, and he pressed his lips against hers, giving her a kiss that was different than all the others. It was soft but aggressive. It was gentle but controlling.

He pulled away and felt cold the second it wasn't against her. "Say you are mine."

She rubbed her hand against his chest. "I am all yours, Paul."