“Watch my c**k f**k your body,” he said. They stared down where they were connected, his length glistening with her release and his pr**cum.
Her moan vibrated through her body down to his cock.
“I’ve never been like this with anyone,” she said.
“That’s because you’re mine.” He growled as her pu**y tightened round him the moment he said the words. Stephen pulled out of her, spun her around so her tummy was flat on the table. Her ass was in the air. He pulled the full globes loving the way she pushed back against him. Gathering her cum on his fingers, he brought his fingers to the puckered hole of her anus. She froze under him.
“Trust me, Ursula. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you.” He caressed her back as she slowly relaxed, accepting his touch. “There is nothing I would do to you to cause you harm.”
“I’ve never done that,” she said.
“I’ll be gentle. You’ll love it.” Stephen wouldn’t f**k her ass immediately. She would need to grow accustomed to having something in her ass. He pressed one finger against her ass watching her fight him. “Relax,” he said. With his free hand, he teased her clit, which did the trick. Her ass relaxed enough, and one finger sank inside the tightness of her ass. She cried out. He slid his c**k along her slit, bumping her cl*t before he pressed inside her cream-coated pu**y.
Ursula thrust back onto his finger and cock, taking more of him inside her body. She begged him to f**k her hard. He took her with him, adding another digit to her generous ass as he rammed inside her cunt over and over.
Stephen held the words of love back. He didn’t know when the right time would be to say them. She slammed back. The noises she made, made him aware of the pleasure rising inside her.
His balls ached, and his c**k was thick as he slammed into her a final time. Stephen growled as his cum spurted out of the tip inside her. Her release gripped her at the same time. He felt her pu**y milking the seed from his c**k as her ass did the same with his fingers. She collapsed on the table. Holding her was difficult with only one arm. He pulled his fingers from her ass then settled her on the table.
He grabbed a cloth from the kitchen, washed his hands, then went to wash her. She lay with her legs dangling off the table. Her body was totally relaxed.
When he was standing before her, he saw his cum leaking out of her pu**y. For a few moments he watched his seed spill out of her. The possessive feeling swamped him. His woman lay on the table with his cum in her body. He wanted to keep her in that position for the rest of his life.
She stared at him, waiting. He washed her gently. The way he’d taken her had not been gentle. When she was clean, he lifted her in his arms and held her while she cried. Her legs wrapped around him with her head buried in his neck. She sobbed silently.
“It’s okay,” he said, soothing her. He stroked her hair, holding her. At some point she began to ease from her crying. He went up to his room, holding her in his arms. Something had changed between them in these moments of making love. He felt part of her more than ever. She was his lifeline. The reason for breathing. He would cherish her for the rest of his life.
Sleep claimed her. Stephen watched her in his arms. He never wanted to let her go.
“I’ll do anything to keep you.” Even if it meant keeping the club from her. Ursula accepted so much of him. A part of him was afraid if she knew about Possession she would leave him. But Stephen knew, no matter how many excuses he made, he’d have to tell her about the club. He stared down at the sleeping woman he’d fallen so deeply for and knew tomorrow he wouldn’t put it off any more. He’d tell her about the club tomorrow. There would be no secrets between them.
Chapter Fifteen
The following day
Ursula couldn’t wait to get home. She’d left before Stephen had woken because her tutor needed her to talk to her about the work she was doing in class. They talked to every student around this time in order to make sure they were on the right track for the end of the semester just before a break and the start of a new one. Her tutor felt she’d be able to graduate within the next year or two. She wanted to share her news with Stephen. Ursula walked out of reception area of the college building where she’d signed all necessary tutorial forms for the following year, to see Paul waiting for her. She went in the opposite direction in the hope of avoiding him. No such luck, as he followed her. She’d told Stephen not to bother picking her up after college. There was too much left to do with her courses, and she needed the extra time. Whenever she was with Stephen none of her work got done. She knew something was going on in his life. He wouldn’t share. After they made love and she fell asleep, he would go downstairs. Most nights she woke to find him talking on the phone in his office. Whatever was happening he didn’t want her to know about it.
Putting her bag higher on her shoulder she tried to ignore Paul. He kept catching up with her. She wished she’d told Stephen to pick her up. The time she had to walk home she’d hoped to have to think about her situation. Instead, she’d have to deal with Paul, the last person she wanted to talk to.
“You can’t get away from me,” Paul said.
She stopped, spun around, and glared at him. “Why not? I did while we were dating. I’m surprised you’re up. Have you watched all the p**n there can possibly be available to you?” Ursula carried on walking trying to ignore him.
“You can say whatever you want. I’m not going until I’ve done what I need to do,” he said.
“Leave me alone.”
He grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks. “I want to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. If Stephen finds out about this you’ll be sorry.” She tried to warn him away. It was dark outside, and she knew if he chose to be a problem then she’d be in trouble. There was no one in sight. She stood alone in the cold with her ex.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He held his arms up in surrender.
“You said that to me once. I don’t believe you any longer. Stephen doesn’t like you talking to me. I suggest you don’t come near the college again.” Ursula didn’t like threatening him with Stephen, but she liked having a man she knew she could count on. Her feelings for him were intensifying every day. The time they spent together never seemed to be enough. Leaving him every day got harder for her to do. She wanted to be with him all the time. The other night she’d almost admitted to him that she loved him.