But not quite.
Already now she was panting heavily, moaning every time his fingers moved in and out. Two fingers now, preparing her for his massive cock, stretching her.
“Tell me now, or I’m going to leave you hanging. Tell me what you want.”
A moment’s hesitation. He didn’t expect any less. Then, “I came to have my ass fucked. You’re happy now?”
Happy? Amaury was never happy. Satisfied? Yes. Satisfied, he could do that. And he’d be well satisfied in a few minutes.
“Then you’ve come to the right place.”
He eased out his fingers and placed his cock at her dark passage, nudging forward. The tight ring guarding her entrance relaxed, and the lubricant allowed him to slide in. Just an inch. Then another one.
Ilona’s moan turned into a scream. “Yes!”
And then he thrust past the entrance, deep into her, feeling the tight muscles clench around him as securely as if she’d grabbed him with her fist. Amaury knew she didn’t feel any pain as he sensed only her pleasure. Good. In either case, he wouldn’t have pulled out. Not now. Not when her muscles delivered just the pressure he craved. It would be a short fuck, but a damn good one.
He pulled back, then plunged deep. And again, finding the rhythm that drove him wild and promised release.
“Yeah, you like me to fuck you like that, don’t you?” he urged her to surrender. “That’s why you keep coming back. ‘Cause nobody can give it to you like that.”
“More!”
“I’ve got more. Lots more.” And he pumped harder, driving his shaft in deeper, faster. Several more frantic strokes, and he knew he would lose it. Her body was too tight, too hot. It was too much.
“You have the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked.”
His hand slipped to her pussy, finding her clit instantly. One touch, and her over-sensitized body erupted. The moment he felt her muscles spasm, he lost control and joined her in her climax.
His semen shot into her in short bursts, mimicking Ilona’s spasms. Seconds later he collapsed onto her.
“And don’t you ever try to order me around again.” Truth be told, he welcomed any excuse to spank her—it got him hornier than hell.
“As long as it gets me what I want …”
“Let’s not kid ourselves, Ilona. Neither one of us will ever get what we want.”
She huffed. “Like you have any idea what I want.”
“You are not that different from me, even if you don’t want to admit it. But if you believe that you can fill your empty heart with money, power and meaningless sex, you’re more delusional than I am. It’s not going to warm your cold heart. You can ask me. I’m an expert at it.”
He sure was. Amaury closed his eyes to the pain he remembered, then swallowed it away. Cursed to sense other people’s emotions, he was devoid of feeling love himself. Loyalty, friendship, anger, even guilt, pain and lust—he had no trouble feeling. But love? There was no place in his shriveled up heart for it.
“You’re wrong. Money and power will get me a long way to where I want to be.”
Amaury rolled off her and shrugged. “If you want to delude yourself, be my guest. It doesn’t change anything about the facts.”
She turned her face to him. “Do you really believe I give a damn about what you think?”
He let out a bear laugh. “Of course not. All you give a damn about is my cock. I’m not the one who’s delusional.”
She slapped at him, but he caught her arm without effort.
“Looks like somebody needs another spanking.” And another quick fuck.
Amaury looked at his watch. He could spare another twenty minutes before he had to do some work.
***
When the final curtain at last fell and the clapping subsided, Samson looked at his gorgeous date.
“Are you trying to cause a disturbance in the audience?” he teased her.
“Now, how would I do that?” Delilah asked innocently, her big eyes looking up at him.
“Looking at me like that is a start.” If she continued like that he’d drag her behind a curtain and take her right there.
She shook her head. “No, let’s just keep the record straight. You started it.”
“You didn’t stop me.”
“I’m just a weak woman.”
He laughed heartily, drawing the attention of several theatergoers onto him. “Oh, a woman you are. Weak, you’re definitely not. I bet you can bring any man to his knees.”
“What makes you think that?”