Chloe updated her Instagram story, flashing a diamond-studded smile at the camera. She'd just returned from a luxurious weekend getaway at the Hamptons with her husband, Jack, but she barely remembered any of it. Her mind kept drifting back to...no, she couldn't think about that.
She took another selfie, pouting seductively as the flash blinded her baby blues. At 22, she had the world at her feet. A Playboy bunny turned billionaire's bride, she was living the dream. So why did everything feel so...flat?
A knock on the door startled her out of her reverie. "Come in," she called out, tucking a strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear.
Her bodyguard, Mark, entered the room. Tall, dark, and drop-dead gorgeous, he looked like he'd stepped straight out of a Marvel movie. Chloe felt a familiar flutter in her stomach as his emerald eyes met hers.
"Mrs. Hartley, your husband requested that I accompany you on your shopping trip today," Mark said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Chloe bit her lip, letting her gaze roam over his muscular frame. "I'm sure we can find plenty of ways to...pass the time."
Mark's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond. He'd been hired to protect Jack's young wife, not to be her toy. But God, the things she made him think about...
They drove to Rodeo Drive in tense silence, the sexual tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Chloe squirmed in her seat, her lace panties damp with arousal.
At Neiman Marcus, she grabbed armfuls of designer dresses and shoes, deliberately rubbing up against Mark's hard body as they shopped. "This one matches your eyes," she purred, holding up a silk blouse. "What do you think, baby?"
Mark's eyes flashed with warning, but he said nothing. Chloe pouted and flounced off to the fitting room.
She tried on dress after dress, each one skimpier than the last. She emerged in a sheer lace negligee, her dusky nipples visible through the delicate fabric. "Mark, what do you think?" she asked breathlessly.
He swallowed hard, his erection straining against his slacks. "Mrs. Hartley, please. This isn't appropriate."
Chloe sauntered over to him, swaying her hips seductively. "Oh, I think it's very appropriate," she breathed, pressing her body against his. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You want me just as badly as I want you."
Mark groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "We can't. It's wrong."
"Shhh," Chloe murmured, kissing his neck. "No one has to know. It'll be our little secret."
She nipped at his earlobe, and he lost all control. With a growl, he lifted her onto the fitting room counter and spread her thighs. "You want this?" he snarled. "You want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in?"
"Yes!" Chloe cried, already grinding her hips against him. "God, yes!"
Mark ripped her flimsy panties off and buried his face between her thighs. He lapped at her dripping pussy, savoring her sweetness as he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.
When she was writhing and begging for release, he finally gave her what she needed. He slammed into her with one hard thrust, stretching her tight walls around his thick cock.
"Fuck!" Chloe screamed, her nails raking down his back. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Mark obliged, pounding into her with wild abandon. The fitting room filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin on skin. Chloe came hard, her pussy clenching around him like a vise.
He followed soon after, spilling his hot seed deep inside her as he roared his release. They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, gasping for breath.
But as the fog of lust cleared, reality came crashing back in. Mark pulled away, horror and shame etched on his face. "Chloe, I'm so sorry. That was a mistake."
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "It wasn't a mistake," she whispered. "It was the most real thing I've ever felt."
And with that, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Chloe sat on the edge of the bathtub, her heart pounding as she replayed the encounter with Mark over and over in her mind. The feel of his lips on her pussy, the delicious stretch of his cock splitting her open...she was already aching for more.
She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the steaming water, sinking down with a sigh. Her hand drifted between her legs, and she began to stroke her sensitive folds, imagining it was Mark's fingers touching her.
God, he was so fucking hot. Those emerald eyes, that chiseled jaw, the way his muscles rippled under his suit...she wanted to lick every inch of his body. She wanted to feel him pounding into her, claiming her, making her his.
Chloe slid two fingers inside her pussy, fucking herself hard and fast. Her other hand came up to play with her tits, tweaking her nipples until they were stiff peaks.
"Mark," she moaned, throwing her head back. "Mark, fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!"
She pumped her fingers faster, chasing her orgasm. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed Mark's thick cock stretching her open, filling her up until she couldn't take anymore.
With a groan of frustration, she hauled herself out of the tub and grabbed her phone. Her fingers trembled as she typed out a message: "I need you. Come to my room. Now."
She didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at her door. Chloe ran to answer it, opening the door to reveal a worried-looking Mark.
"What is it?" he asked. "Is everything okay?"
Chloe grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him. "No, everything is not okay," she growled, shoving him against the wall. "I'm so fucking horny I can barely stand it. And you're going to help me with that."
Mark's eyes widened as she attacked his mouth in a bruising kiss. "Chloe, wait-" he tried to say, but she cut him off.
"Shut up and fuck me," she demanded, fumbling with his belt buckle. "I need your cock inside me right now."
She yanked his pants down and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Mark groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Chloe, please. We can't do this. It's not right."
"Shut up," she snarled, stroking him hard and fast. "I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. And what I want is your fat cock splitting me open."
Mark seemed to lose the last of his resistance at that. With a growl, he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Chloe squealed in delight as he crawled on top of her, pinning her down with his heavy body.
"Since you asked so nicely," he said darkly, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. "I'll give you what you want."
He pushed inside her with one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Chloe screamed, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck yes! Pound me, baby! Pound me hard!"
Mark obliged, setting a brutal pace that had the bed frame creaking and shaking. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he fucked her mercilessly.
The feel of his cock ramming into her over and over again was pure bliss. Chloe came hard, her pussy gushing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
But Mark didn't stop. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and slammed back into her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he grunted, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jump. "I could fuck you all night long."
"Then do it!" Chloe demanded breathlessly. "Keep fucking me! Don't you dare stop!"
He bent over her back, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck as he pounded into her relentlessly. Chloe came again, then again, until she was nothing more than a writhing, screaming mess beneath him.
And still, he didn't stop. He moved them to the shower, fucking her hard against the tiled wall as the water pounded down on them. He fucked her on the kitchen counter, on the living room floor, on every surface of the house until Chloe was limp and spent.
When they finally collapsed into bed hours later, Mark wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Chloe sighed in contentment, nuzzling into his chest.
"That was incredible," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his skin. "Thank you."
Mark stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you," he replied softly. "For showing me what I've been missing."
Chloe smiled sleepily and drifted off to sleep in his arms, already looking forward to round two.