Rolling her lips between her teeth, she shakes her head.
I sit patiently, my cock twitching against her pussy. This is more torturous for me than her, but I hate how she feels about herself, I hate how she sees herself, and I wish more than anything that she could see herself the way I do.
“Dime, tesoro.Tell me how gorgeous my girl is.”
She shakes her head again, but it’s less convincing this time. Her back arches, her hips thrust toward me like she’s chasing my tip, but I won’t give in. I won’t back down. I won’t give either of us what we need until she tells me what I need to hear.
I lean forward and kiss her forehead, not missing her grunt of frustration. “Tell me.”
Her voice barely a whisper, she mumblessomethingbut it’s too soft.
“Louder, tesoro. I can’t hear you.”
Her scowl is adorable and might have me convinced she was truly pissed if her eyes didn’t betray her. “I said I’m beautiful.”
“You are, cariño, you are. And I’m going to fuck you all night long until you believe it.”
I sink balls deep into her with one stroke. She’s hot, tight, and wetter than she was outside at the car. I hook my hands behind her knees and draw myself into her as far as I can go, before I do exactly what I told her I would.
I collect both her hands and pin them above her head, holding them down and bracing them into the mattress for purchase.
My other hand holds her face toward mine, cupping her throat and sweeping my thumb over her cheek. “No closing your eyes.” I slant my mouth over hers, and she opens on an exhale. Our tongues tangle together lazily but the impatience inside me spikes out of control as I thrust harder and harder into her.
I piston quicker, deeper, my balls slapping against her with every thrust, but it’s not enough. Skimming one hand down her body, I stop to grope her tits over my shirt. I haven’t gotten my hands on them yet, but right now isn’t the time. I need to fuck her, really fuck her. I need to fuck her with so much conviction that she’ll never again wonder if I find her beautiful, or if I want to fuck her with the lights off or her back to me.
“Tell me you’re beautiful, Eloise.”
I pinch the skin of her hip as I grip her, relentlessly pounding my dick inside her with rhythmic jerks.
“I’m—” She moans as my hardware rakes down her wall with each stroke, sending a shiver through her entire body. “Beautiful.” My hand constricts around her throat.
The closer I charge to my release the jerkier my thrusts become, but I am not coming before my girl. I release her hands, but she holds them in place above her head while my fingers slip between us, finding her slick clit.
“You’re beautiful, Eloise.”
“I’m b-b-beautifuuuuuu—” She falls over the edge on a scream that pushes me harder.
Not giving her a second to recover, I keep slamming into her, driving myself into her darkest places, claiming her as my own. My balls tighten. My ass muscles clench.
I throw my head back, coming on a primal roar that rips from my chest as I spill inside her. I make a mental note to go see the doctor for an STI/STD test because I need to fuck my girl bare and explode inside of her for real. I need to claim her in every way I can.
She clenches around me, holding me in a grip. It doesn’t feel intentional until she pulses around my dick. When I meet her eyes with mine, she’s smiling at me. “So are you, Ares.”
“So am I, what?”
“You’re beautiful too.”
Another piece of my heart clicks into place as I stare at this beautiful woman with tears welling in my fucking eyes. “I’m falling for you, Eloise.”
CHAPTER24
Ares
My room smells of sex. Delicious, hot, all-night-fucking-long sex.
The low sun out the window streams through the blinds, warming my skin. In my haste to get Eloise into bed last night, I forgot to draw the blackout curtains. I forgot a lot of things, like putting the quilt back on the bed, or eating something other than her sweet and juicy pussy.
My hands are tucked behind my head and her face is pressed onto my chest, her pink hair fanning across me.
