16 Fantasizing about S.ex
1207 Words
Marco's POV
It had been months since I last saw Harper, and I assumed she would still be afraid of me, especially after our last unpleasant encounter. But when I saw her today, and she met my gaze with such calmness, I realized she was more mature than I’d imagined.
Of course, she still disliked me—I could feel it.
She was like a wild, untamed horse, rebellious, stubborn, beautiful, full of life. From the moment I first laid eyes on her, I wanted to conquer her.
During these past months, I went through hellish experiences. Every day was the same: shooting, smoking cigars, and having s.ex. Yet, d.amn it, the sound of gunfire, the smell of cigars, and the moans of women all reminded me of her. Time after time, I would imagine that the woman beneath me was her. I’d ravish her, I told myself, I’d conquer her completely.
Each night, a carefully chosen woman would be delivered to me. My men had gradually learned my preferences, and the women they selected looked more and more like Harper. The woman would be in a sheer outfit, kneeling before me, licking my d.ick. I’d look down at her, and from that angle, she looked even more like Harper.
“F.uck!”
I’d roughly toss the woman onto the bed, thrusting into her. She’d be unprepared for my size at first, but soon enough, she’d be wet. She screamed, her body writhing, her nails digging into my muscles.
“Oh, my king, you’re so big…”
Would Harper be like this in bed too? Had she had s.ex with other men?
These thoughts irritated me. I felt no pity for the woman beneath me. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I drove myself into her, thrusting as deeply as possible. I felt her walls gripping me tightly, her ass jiggling with every thrust. I imagined Harper’s ass. It’d be tight, I thought—d.amn it, I was thinking of her again.
“Oh, you’re amazing…”
I grabbed her full breasts, leaving red finger marks on them. My movements grew faster, and the woman’s moans became more and more broken.
“F.uck,” she climaxed. I felt her p.ussy shiver, gripping me tightly. It almost made me unable to pull out.
Would Harper c.limax too? What would her p.ussy feel like?
I stood up, lifting the woman with me. She leaned against me, exhausted.
“My king…”
“Call me brother!”
“Brother, I can’t take any more…”
I scoffed. This was just the beginning. I plunged into her p.ussy. She had to wrap her legs around my waist to keep from falling. The position made her even tighter.
I started walking around the room, and each movement made me thrust even deeper.
Would you like this, Harper?
The woman’s moans became more lewd. Her p.ussy, already wet, became even slicker after climaxing. She seemed to enjoy the way I f.ucked her.
She began to grow wanton.
“Oh, yes, harder…”
Would Harper beg like this for other men?
I tied the woman to the bed, spreading her legs wide. I watched her p.ussy quiver, like a soft-bodied sea creature.
Switching positions, I entered her again.
“Harper, do you like being f.ucked by me?”
The woman quickly understood my meaning and began playing the role of Harper.
“Oh, brother, I crave you every day.”
“Has anyone ever treated you like this?”
“No, only you. I only want you to f.uck me.”
Satisfied, I increased my pace.
“I’m going to come, brother! Come inside me!”
I watched her ass, giving it a hard slap twice. Instantly, her cheeks turned red and swollen.
“Ah!”
Her ass clenched tight from the pain, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. But rationality stopped me from releasing inside her. Instead, I pulled out, spilling my seed on her face.
She licked my c.um, looking satisfied. After a while, she climbed onto me again, wanting to give me a blowjob.
“Brother, I still want more…”
That “brother” sobered me up completely. I looked at her face—no, Harper would never wear such an expression.
A sense of disgust washed over me. I pushed the woman away, getting dressed.
“Someone, come in,” I called towards the door.
“Yes, boss,” my assistant appeared at the entrance.
“No more women from now on.”
“Understood.”
The woman looked shocked, but before she could start crying, she had her mouth covered and was taken away.
No woman could replace Harper.
…
After enduring hell, I returned to New York just before Harper’s engagement. When I saw Angelo, neither of us spoke.
Our relationship had fundamentally changed. The dormant volcano was about to erupt.
If Harper were an ordinary woman, I could have sacrificed her without guilt. After all, greatness requires sacrifice. But once I acknowledged my desire for her, there was no going back on my plan.
Career or Harper? I wasn’t giving up either.
Harper's POV
The engagement day arrived.
Marco and Father got up early. Today, Marco was responsible for taking me to the church. I stole a glance at him.
He looked incredibly handsome in his tuxedo, exuding a different kind of charm than usual.
He immediately caught my gaze, and for some reason, I feared making eye contact. It reminded me of the ocean that nearly drowned me—that feeling of suffocation.
He walked over, and I realized the impression that he’d grown more muscular wasn’t wrong. His shoulders were broader, and he seemed taller—almost 6'3". When he stood in front of me, his gaze almost consumed me.
There it was again, that strange, quickened heartbeat. I would have licked my lips nervously, but today I wore colored lip gloss.
He said nothing, just looked at me for a few seconds before stepping beside me. The next moment, I felt his strength pull me towards him.
His arm wrapped around my waist entirely, his broad chest pressing against my back. His scent engulfed me.
His arm was long, binding me to his chest like an iron ring. His other hand rested on my lower abdomen.
His hands were warm, as was his embrace, and the thin dress made me feel almost embarrassed. I wanted him to maintain some distance.
But he kept me in this position, leading me out.
The car was already waiting at the entrance. Walking from the dressing room to the main door felt like an ordeal. He practically dragged me, his grip around my waist tight and steps large. Wearing the prettiest dress, I felt utterly clumsy.
Luckily, the church wasn’t far. The engagement ceremony was relatively simple. Like a puppet, I completed each ritual, smiling at everyone.
“Angelo? Angelo?” After the ceremony ended, I noticed Angelo seemed distracted.
“Oh, darling, are you tired? Let me take you home.”
I could sense something off with Angelo today. Following his line of sight, I noticed an empty seat—it belonged to Marco. At some point, he’d disappeared.
Angelo seemed anxious about his departure.
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