28. Yours

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By the time they arrived to their hotel that night, Freddie was still fuming.

"Who the hell does he think he is?" His voice was low and hoarse, annoyance clear on his face. "Talking to you like that..."

Freddie genuinely didn't seem bothered by the way Christian spoke about him. It was more the way that he spoke to her.

"Freddie, it's fine," Estella insisted, taking off her shoes now that she was finally in the comfort of her room. Freddie insisted that he escorted her to her door, which she, of course, agreed to.

"It's not fine. It's far from fine. No person should ever be speaking to you that way," he responded.

Her mother's echoed in her mind. Vile, disgusting things that no person should ever hear from her parent, yet there they were–trapped in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could never get rid of them.

A sad smile crossed her face.

"Why are you smiling, Estella? This is serious?"

"No... I know. I'm sorry. It's just... The way that he spoke to me wasn't even that bad. I've had worse. Much worse. You really don't need to worry about me."

Freddie fell silent for a long moment, just staring at her. It was more than obvious he wanted to know who it was that spoke to her in such a manner, but didn't know how to ask why.

Not that Estella wanted to talk about it.

"Stop stressing yourself out. It's legitimately fine, Freddie. I'm fine. I've had a good day, and now I get to spend the evening with you... That is, if you decide to stay, of course."

She offered a small smile that instantly managed to melt away any hard emotions from his face; now, all that she could see was a soft look that was present on his face.

"Would you like that?" He arched his eyebrow.

"Of course, silly. I wouldn't be inviting you to stay if I didn't..." she responded. She wasn't the kind of a woman to speak in codes. What she said, she meant, and what she meant, she said. That was it.

"In that case... I think we can figure something out. I could stay with you... If you wanted me to." Freddie stepped toward her, brushing his fingers against her jaw. She couldn't help but smile, giving him a slight nod.

"I want you to stay. But what I want even more than that is for us to shower. I don't know about you, but I definitely need one." Estella gave him a small, suggestive smile. Freddie couldn't help the grin that crossed his face.

"Look... If you want my cock, all you need to do is ask, darling. You don't need to try and lure me in with a shower..."

"Mm..." Her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him in closer. "Is it working, though?"

Freddie planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Yes. I think you know I find you difficult to resist, and you utilize it against me..."

Estella didn't respond, instead, her hand linked with his, guiding him into her ensuite bathroom that was connected to her room. She slipped out of her clothes effortlessly, turning on the shower. Every muscle in her body ached for the comfort of warm water that would surround her soon. When she turned to face Freddie, she found his staring...

Staring at her.

"Weren't you taught that it's rude to stare?" she murmured, arching her eyebrow. She felt oddly exposed, but surprisingly enough, she didn't mind it. Not with the worshipping look that lingered in his eyes.

Freddie looked at her as if she was some kind of a goddess.

"I think that rule doesn't apply around someone as beautiful as you," he commented in return, getting rid of his own clothes before he stepped in the shower. Right away, his hands found her cheeks, cupping them softly as he leaned down to kiss her.

The combination of Freddie's presence and the warm water seemed like a magical combination for Estella's body and soul. She wanted to savor the moment forever.

"I want you," she murmured softly, refusing to separate from his lips. She was throbbing already, aching for his presence inside her. The thought of being away was suddenly incomprehensible to her.

"Ask nicely, princess, and you shall receive whatever you'd like," he promised in return, still showering her lips with soft kisses.

"Please, Freddie... I need you. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me again."

It was as if her wish was his command. Scooping her up, he pinned her against the cold tiles of the wall; her legs instantly wrapping around his waist to draw him in closer.

She could feel his cock teasingly brush against her throbbing pussy, but he wasn't quite giving it to her yet.

"Beg for it, love," he demanded. "Use your words. Tell me what you want."

"Please..." Estella meet his lips; her kiss was desperate and needy, pleading for his thick shaft inside her. "Please.... I want you inside me. I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me... I want you to own me. I want to be yours..."

Her last words seemed to trigger something inside him. In one harsh thrust, he was inside her, starting to thrust. A low grunt escaped his lips; his forehead dipping on top of hers.

"You're mine already, sweet girl," he panted against her lips, interrupting his words with a kiss. "You've always been mine... You've always wanted this cock, didn't you?"

"Yes..." she nodded urgently as he pounded his cock inside her, her whole body shaking as her eyes rolled back into her skull. "Oh, yes, Freddie... I've always wanted this cock..."

"You feel good... Your pussy is so tight... You fit me like a glove, my darling. I was made to be inside you, and I don't ever want to leave." Estella's sharp nails dragged down his skin, marking him as hers in return.

Freddie moved in sharp, quick movements that reached the depths of her pussy, brushing against that spot... The spot. The one that only he was able to reach. The one that she didn't think he ever had the intention of letting go.

"Freddie... This feels..."

"I know it feels good, baby... You're soaking my cock. You're wetter than this shower, darling... So damn wet for me. I love it. I can so easily slide myself deep inside you. Just like this..."

As if to emphasize his words, he slammed himself deep inside her, causing a broken moan to escape her lips as her legs trembled.

"Give me your hands," he demanded as she clawed his back. Hesitantly, she slowly pulled her hands back, presenting them to him. They were instantly grabbed by his firm hand and pinned above her head, deeming her immobile as he fucked her.

Estella felt like she was losing her mind.

"Oh my... Oh fuck... Freddie... I want... Oh God!" she made a feeble attempt to squirm in his firm grip, but there was no point. He was bigger, stronger, and in control, and he was submitting to him.

It was safety like no other.

"Mm, you're doing so well, Estella... You're so good at taking my cock, I need you to do this forever," he murmured against her lips, obviously also caught in sheer pressure that the friction between them provided.

"You're so big, Freddie... Oh, fuck," Estella panted, her pussy was adjusting to his massive size, massaging and throbbing each time he slipped inside her.

"I know, darling, but you're doing such a good job... You're so tight around me, you know that, dont' you? So fucking tight. I love it. My good little girl." His grip tightened around her wrists, making sure she remained in her place as his other hand was wrapped around her making sure she remained impaled on his cock.

Warm water coated them as they kissed passionately, mixing with their own juices. They were one right now, completely lost in each other as they chased that blissful height together. They could feel every throb... Every twitch. Every pulse.

"You're mine." His tone was low and heavy against her lips as he spoke. "Tell me you're mine, sweet girl. I need to hear it."

"I'm yours... Oh, Freddie, I'm yours... I'm so fucking yours..."

"That's right, you are," he praised her, starting to thrust harder. Both of them were tiptoing around the edge, attempting not to get there just yet... But one hard thrust later, Estella exploded all over him, soaking him in her arousal.

"Freddie!" she screamed, but he quickly released her wrists to cover her mouth with his hand to silence any further sounds she may make.

"Be quiet," he warned her, his breathing heavy and uneven as his eyes glued to hers. "I don't want anyone to hear the sound you make when you're impaled on my cock, darling..."

Her eyes rolled back into her skull–despite having just came, she knew he was going to keep going on and on... And she'd take it like the good girl that she was.

"Look at you... Taking my cock even after you've just came. You're so hungry for my cock, aren't you? You want it always buried deep inside you... Just like this."

She nodded rapidly to confirm his words. She didn't want this to ever end.

Estella wanted them to find a way to make this work. She wanted to do this for the rest of her life... To have him like this. To fuck him like this. To...love him like this.

"You're so tender, aren't you? I can feel you throbbing around me... You're pulsing, baby, and it's making my cock so hard..."

Estella tried to warn him that she was about to cum once again, but with his palm over her mouth, it was impossible. All she could do was shake against him as her juices gushed out, her breathing unsteady as she closed her eyes... her whole body convulsing in between him and the wall.

That got him there too. Just a moment later, he came inside her, filling her up with his cum as his teeth sunk into her shoulder to stiffle any moans he made himself.

"Fuck... Estella..." Those were the only words he could manage to muster. His whole body was shaking too, to the point where he needed a moment to collect himself before turning off the shower and heading back into the bedroom.

"You feeling alright, darling?" he asked her once his palm was away from her mouth, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

"I'm more than fine," she told him with a small, snuffed laugh. "Now, whether I'll be able to use my legs is a whole different question entirely..."

Freddie made sure she settled on the bed before he made himself comfortable beside her, his arm wrapped around her as he pulled her in close.

"Well, the good thing's that you're getting some sleep anyway... Aren't you?" he questioned her, his eyes focused on her. They were so soft–it was so easy to get lost in them.

When he wasn't ramming himself inside her over and over again, that was.

"I'd say that depends on you..." she responded. There was something so damn addictive about him. No matter how many times she's had him, she always wanted more. Her pussy already yearned for his return...

Always missing him.

Always needing more.

A small smile curved his lips; his cock hardening from her words as he eyed her. He was spread out on his back, one of his arms behind his head, while the other was firmly wrapped around her.

"Go on then, darling... I'm giving you a permission to do what you want to do."

Those words were music to her ears. Instantly, her lips found his throat, leaving a soft trail of kisses as she made her way to his jaw.

"I just want you inside me... All the time... I don't know what you've done to me," she murmured, her voice reeking of desperation. It felt as if years of desperation... years of yearning and wanting and needing piled up and were all being made up now.

Moving on top of him, she captured his cock in between her flaps, slowly moving up and down as she applied pressure both to his shaft and to her throbbing pussy–mainly her clit that ached for his attention. Her hips moved back and forth, enjoying the full length of his huge cock between her folds... just teasing them both up.

A part of her wondered how long she could do this before he decided to grab her and ram her on his cock, but she was far too impatient to test that theory.

His hands were on her hips, slowly helping guide her, as if he couldn't fully let go of control. Her gaze was mesmerized by sight beneath them; his cock in between her folds, glistening in her juices.

"I belong there," he stated simply–both of them could agree on that much. "You're such a good girl... Craving my cock. Begging for it. You can have it all, my darling. I'll give it all to you."

Those words did something to her insides, making them twist as a tingly sensation spread through her. She could no longer take it–the tip of his cock hooked at her entrance, and she slipped him inside her.

Both of them let out a low grunt, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she started riding him.

Slowly.

Playfully.

Teasingly.

She wanted to drive him insane as much as he did her... but it was a double-sided sword. By teasing him, she teased herself up, too, and she wasn't sure how much of it she would be able to handle.

Her breasts bounced as she began moving on top of him; instantly, he reached for them. Caressing... Fondling. Pinching her nipples gently. His hands slipped lower, as if he wanted to explore every part of her body, and she'd let him.

She was his.