When In Rome - Sex Stories

When In Rome

... still whimpering as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I want to kill them all Callie." He finally admitted, his cock still buried inside her. She looked up at him, exhausted and completely satisfied. "Who?" "Every man I see inside your mouth. Inside your cunt. Or your ass. Every man that touches what belongs to me. And when I see you cum, screaming like that with another man inside you… sometimes I want to kill you, too." Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't." He smiled. He couldn't help it. He kissed her lips. "Never," he promised. "You want me all to yourself?" She grinned as if that were the craziest thing she'd ever heard. "No." He watched her tremble as he ground his hips against hers. "I still want to see you get fucked. But I want them to have to go through me, to know that the only reason they get to touch you is because I allow it. I want them to know that I own you." She bit her lip as she grinned up at him. "I'd like that." He sighed. There was work to be done. He pulled his cock out of her pussy slowly, watching her shudder. "Clean me up, Callie." She smiled and got to her hand and knees. She knelt between his legs and he stared at the patchwork of angry red welts on her back as she licked his cum and hers off his dick. He closed his eyes, reveling in her soft moans as she kissed and licked and sucked him greedily. He stroked her face one last time as she helped him dress. "Stay in here tonight, Callia. I'll tell father that I wasn't finished with you. I want you in my bed when I get home." She looked puzzled. Unsure. Scared, even. "You… you want me to sl**p in your bed?" He kissed her forehead as she strapped his sword to his waist. "Yes. Now turn around. I want to see your back one more time before I leave."