When she walked out of the bedroom, his c**k had sprung to full attention. Even now the tip was soaked in his pr**cum, his trousers unbearably tight. He wanted his clothes off and Scarlet on the floor with her legs wide open, so he could f**k her sweet cunt.
Richard couldn’t do it. He wanted the first time to be exquisite torture and to last as long as possible, to draw out the pleasure until they were both begging for release.
She stood before him waiting for his next command. Didn’t she know what to do? He didn’t care. He didn’t want to think about her other partners.
The thought of her other lovers had him fisting a hand in her hair and slamming his lips down on hers. He would wipe out any and all memories of her other men. The only person who counted was him.
By the end of this week he’d have her begging him to keep her.
Keep her? Richard paused in his seduction and stared at her closed eyes. The thought of keeping her shocked him.
He didn’t want a woman, ever. He’d been hurt by women in the past so many times that he wouldn’t be able to bear going through it again. She had a son, and one day Harry would want to meet his real father.
Shit. He closed off all the questions and thoughts. Tonight wouldn’t be spoilt by thoughts of the potential future.
Their time together was about the f**king, about taking everything he wanted out of her body. A week. A week should be enough to satisfy this craving he had for her.
In a quick movement he removed her negligee, and she stood before him like a goddess. He wondered if she would be adverse to him having an artist paint her like this. Her lips were swollen and red from his dominant kisses, and her tits rose and fell with every indrawn breath. Her eyes were glazed and dilated from desire. She looked like a woman on the verge of cl**ax about to be f**ked.
Careful not to lose her need, Richard removed his clothing. Her gaze followed his movements. The buttons on his shirt were a pain, but he drew it out and unbuttoned every button. She bit her lip, and the red tinge to her cheeks deepened as he unbuckled his belt. Did his little siren have a thing about belts? He pulled it out of his trousers and threw it to the floor. He’d removed his socks and shoes earlier when they’d entered their room. His pants went down along with his black boxer shorts.
He came up, and he saw her eyes widen when she stared at his cock. He had never been one for competition. He didn’t know if he was bigger or smaller than other men. He was not one to compare sizes. He fisted it in his hand. The tip wet with his juice, he spread the juice up around the head and down the sides. The vein stood out blue at the side.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
She shook her head in denial, and her hands covered her gorgeous chest. He wondered if she’d be adverse to him coming over those glorious peaks. Richard had never felt this possessive over a woman. To want to see his seed all over her body like a mark.
Richard got close and brought her nakedness against his. Her ni**les thrust against his chest. The sensation had him catching his breath. Scarlet was soft and curvy and melded so perfectly next to him. He kissed her again. Her lips were so addictive. He thought about nothing other than kissing and f**king her.
“I don’t want to take you on the floor for our first time. I want the soft surface of our bed.” Richard took her hand and led her back through the doors. He’d purposefully given her a separate room to feel safe when all he wanted was for her to share his bed.
Scarlet looked like she wanted to follow him anywhere in one minute and in the next scarper. He took her lips to make her forget her fears and to realise it was only him with her. His hand ran down the dip in her back to squeeze the plump flesh of her ass. Breaking away from her lips he bent down to nibble her neck, going further to circle each nipple. With his hands on her h*ps he got her to sit on the edge of the bed. He followed her down and was pleased to learn from the dusting of her curls lay at the apex of her thighs that she was a natural blonde.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
She was like a virgin in her responses.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. Trust me,” he said.
He waited until she eased back on the bed. Her pu**y was wet and gorgeous. Resting a foot on each of his thighs as he knelt in front of her, Richard touched her cunt. The fine, blond pubic hairs did not disturb his view of her red, swollen clit.
Richard wanted to taste her dripping essence and bring her so much pleasure that she’d be begging for him to f**k her.
She jumped when his tongue eased along the line of her slit, the juice erupting on his tongue. She tasted of warm cinnamon and honey. Never before had he thought of a woman’s cum as flavour. From the small taste of her sweetness he was hooked.
Her tiny cl*t peeked out of its hood, and he teased it, licking and sucking her until she lay writhing underneath his hands. His fingers gathered up her juice and ran the tips round the entrance of her cunt. He pushed on finger inside her and moaned. She was so f**king tight. She hugged his finger. Her pelvis arched up, and a moan escaped out of her. Richard stopped and nudged her further up the bed. He wanted to be inside her when she came. To have her tight pu**y squeezing all of him.
At the last minute he remembered to grab a condom out of the drawer. He didn’t want to use the damn thing. For the first time and every time he wanted to be bareback and have her na**d against him. Who cared about pregnancy? In these moments he sure didn’t, but it had been her one condition; and he respected her enough to use one.
He tore open the wrapper and after a few attempts got the rubber on his shaft. He went over her and stared down into her pretty eyes. All day he could happily drown in them.
Grasping his c**k he found her entrance and plunged all the way inside. Richard moaned while she gasped in pain. He sat up with half of his dick inside her. It was the tightest pu**y he’d even been in.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You’re a little big,” she said, the pain clearly etched on her face.
“You’re not used to this.”
She shook her head in confirmation.
“How long has it been?”
She bit her lip and turned away. Should he be ashamed his c**k was still rock hard within her?
“Look at me, baby.” He turned her head so he could look at her. “Trust me. I need to know.”
“Since before Harry was born,” she said in a whisper.
“That’s over four years ago.” No way. This couldn’t be happening.
“I know.”
Something wasn’t right in all this. The gentleman part of him told him to get off and leave the sordid contract and forget everything.