Aurora sank down, gasping as I filled her. She was so wet, but I was big. I held on to her hips when she’d taken enough of me inside her so I wouldn’t escape. I pulled her right down onto my dick, keeping her in place, not letting her move an inch.

“This is what I’ve been wanting,” I said. “This is what I need.”

I lifted her up and pulled her back down. Together, we fucked, and she took my cock so perfectly. We fit. There was no other word for it. The rest of the world could overlook this woman, but what Aurora didn’t seem to get was that I saw her. I noticed her, and I liked what I saw.

Over and over, she rocked on my length, and I relished her tight cunt taking me in deep. I wasn’t going to last.

The months without being inside her had caught up with me, and with a final tug, I slammed her down on my length. My cum flooded her pussy, making her mine once again.

Chapter Twelve

Aurora

“Do you enjoy going to those events?” I asked.

The dress Slavik picked out was a little tight. My breasts were thrust up, almost as an offering, and the slit at the side was a little too indecent.

I wasn’t used to dressing like this, and for a banquet, it seemed out of place.

Slavik looked up from his cell phone. He’d offered to take me shopping. I’d sent back the clothes I purchased on my last and only rebellion. In the cold light of day, I didn’t like a single item I picked, which sucked.

He looked at me, and I held my hands out and gave a turn.

I hated shopping for clothes. It was pointless. Having a body on the frumpy side compared to the slender women that surrounded me, I always felt like I didn’t belong. My mom and my sister would always tell me my flaws. My chest was too big or too small. My fat arms were on display. They were an ordeal.

Slavik didn’t look at me like I didn’t measure up. There was a hunger in his gaze. One I wasn’t used to experiencing.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I want you to get that one but you’re not wearing it to the banquet.”

“Why not?”

“No other man is going to see my woman. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal. If I’m not going to wear it, why do I still need to buy it?”

“So I can tear it off your body and fuck you with what remains.”

My mouth opened, but no sounds came out. Slavik never sugar-coated anything. He got up from his seat and walked toward me.

The assistant was right outside, but he slid his hand through the slit and cupped my pussy. “See, this is tempting for you to wear, but if I can do this, I don’t want every man to be thinking the same thing.”