Page 9 of His Public Claim
And for me? I ease back and thrust again, a bit further this time and she meets me, tilting her hips. So I repeat, more, and with each intimate stroke of my body into hers I pray she understands. I’m desperate for her to understand that I’m doing this for the love of her. Only for her, despite the audience around us.
I’m the single person in this room who can feel how she’s eager for me as I thrust harder and faster. Her hands move to my scalp, and caress my hair, lingering on the tie of the mask as our tongues tangle in a filthy kiss that mimics how our bodies are joining.
Slipping my hand under her knee, I bring her leg higher again than when I was making her come. I keep thrusting into her, and she’s meeting me stroke for stroke. There’s nothing passive about Nicole now. My head will have marks from where her long nails are digging in, keeping me on her.
“My she-wolf.”
There are little mewls coming from her, that only I can hear, close as I am. I pump into her, the pleasure rising in me, an irresistible tide.
“So beautiful,” I tell her. The British accent I’m using is as uncomfortable as our surroundings. I want to speak Russian to her, praise her in my natural language. It’s so much more expressive, but I dare not say more than her nickname. Little mouse. “Myshka, you feel so perfect around my cock. Tight wet heat. You’re a very good girl to be soaked for me. I bet your cream would taste delicious.”
I adore her so much, it’s taking all my strength not to tell her. The lure of slipping into my native tongue as I fuck her, telling her in words she can’t understand how I love and want her, how she’s my everything? I’m high on how wet she is for me. Even in disguise, we have undeniable chemistry.
“Come for me again, myshka.”
There’s nothing between us, and the added sensitivity combined with the knowledge it’s Nicole, my one love, my obsession, the woman I wish could be my wife, is pushing my arousal to the edge. No condom, just me inside her, primal and raw. She could get pregnant from this night’s act, and that’s thrilling on another level. I want that. Nicole with my baby.
I palm her breast and she gasps as my thumb rubs over her nipple. I bet her skin is even better than this silk. I’ll never know, and that thought gnaws at my gut even as the wet heat of her pussy lures me towards ecstasy.
“I mean it.” I lower my tone to a commanding rumble and pinch her nipple through her dress. “Come.”
It’s enough. She breaks again, clenching at me as she comes in waves, holding my head to hers as I continue to thrust deep, revelling in how tightly she’s gripping at my length. Nicole comes on my cock. It’s so good, and yet so far from the most craven desires of my heart, the pleasure is almost painful.
“That’s it.” For a second my accent slips, but Nicole is too lost to notice. The pounding of our bodies together is beautiful and brutal and hidden.
“So perfect,” I tell her, voice hoarse as she pulses around me.
I did this, despite all the odds. Made it pleasurable for my girl. I salvaged joy from this perverted act, and I’mkeeping her all for myself. And that thought along with the pressure on my cock from her orgasm, triggers mine. I keep my mouth over hers, swallowing every moan as I shudder and empty myself into her in wracking spurts. Drinking in her breathy sobs, the echoes of her pleasure flow into me.
I fill her up with seed. It’s scorching heat tinged with a sharp sting, this release. It’s wrong, and yet it’s the most right I’ve ever been.
This woman is far too young for me, I remember as my spasms recede. She’s off-limits as my best friend’s little sister. And I just bought her.
I staked a very public claim on a girl who can never be mine in truth.
Lifting my head, I see disbelief in her beautiful eyes, and shock too.
Yeah, same, little mouse. Same. This was not what I was expecting either.
I reach to where her cream is mixing with my seed. I don’t want to let any of it out, but this isn’t the moment for sentimentality and sweetly breeding my girl. There’s one thing I need to see though, a bit of savage truth that I’m a bastard to enjoy. I bring my finger, covered with our mixed juices, to my face.
As I thought, there’s a smear of pink amongst the white cream. Her virgin blood.
Nicole’s gaze drops to it.
I bring my fingertip to my lips and suck, relishing the sweet and iron tang of us, the first time.
And the only.
It can only be once.
5
NICOLE
As he draws out, there’s a pang of emptiness at my core. He filled me up, both literally with his cock and the sticky wet heat from our orgasms, and with the electric sparks of connection between us. I miss it immediately as he smooths down my skirt and helps me sit up before he tucks himself back into his clothes, apparently as unconcerned about my cream all over his still rigid shaft as I am about his seed dripping down my thigh as he pulls me to my feet.
He laces his fingers with mine, warm and strong, giving my hand a tiny squeeze and there’s a there-and-gone smile, just for me, before he turns away. Wordlessly, he tugs me along behind him, past the curious eyes of our audience, out of the French doors and onto the massive terrace of the house. It’s bathed in the pale white shine of the moon, cool and pure compared to the dirty golden lights inside.
