EroticReverie

Scott Sullivan

We’re back at my hotel room as Maddie yells at me while gathering a wet wash cloth from the bathroom. 

I told her what happened. Torrent had come to me as soon as she went to the bathroom. Asked me if I was her man. I’d said no. Then he’d made a remark about her. Saying how he was glad I wasn’t with her because he was going to take her to his place tonight. I’d laughed and told him it wasn’t gonna happen. He’d gave me a smug look and shrugged and basically told me that he’d fuck her whether she wanted it or not. That keeping him happy was her job now. I’d lost it. I’d seen red. And fucking lost it. 

“Youre so fucking stupid” she says as she storm back out in her heels over to the couch where I’m sitting and sits down beside me. 

“You fucking idiot” she shakes her head as she dabs my skin and wipes where the blood had dripped and then folds the washcloth and dabs at my lip. 

“You just cost us our fucking client” she hisses. 

Her lips tighten and her brows pinch angrily. 

“I don’t give a fuck.” I say and her nostril flares and she glares at me. 

“Well I give a fuck!” She yells at me and I can’t help but smile as she gently keeps dabbing my lip. 

“Quit smiling. Why the fuck are you smiling right now?! We’re gonna lose our fucking jobs!”

“You won’t. I probably will.” I say. 

She slaps the wet rag down on the coffee table and looks at me. 

“The shit he said Maddie..”

“Who CARES?!”

“I do!” I raise my voice and she grits her teeth. 

“Don’t you dare raise your fucking voice to me!” She yells and I smirk. 

“But you can yell at me?” I ask.

“Yes! Because you’re a fucking fool!” She yells and stands and paces. 

“Jesus Christ Sullivan!” She yells and stops and puts her hands on her hips. 

“Do you know how many clients have hit on me? How many of the men where we work have hit on me ?!” She yells and I scowl. 

“Who?” I ask , my blood rushing again. 

“It doesn’t matter who! What matters is that I deal with this shit all the time! I didn’t need you to fucking defend me, I didn’t need you to throw a fucking punch at our client over some fucking words!” 

“Who the hell is harassing you at work?” I ask as I feel my hands curl into fists. 

“That’s not important!”

She shrieks

“The fuck it’s not, WHO?” I growl as I stand and she just glares at me. 

“You for one!” She yells at me. 

“I’m different” I say and step towards her. 

“I never sexually harassed you, I didn’t lay a fucking finger on your or say or do anything until that night in Vegas, and you wanted it. So don’t give me that shit.” I growl. 

She gives a little growl. 

“Who the fuck is harassing you at work?” I ask again. 

“It’s not your concern. I handle it. And I would’ve handled Torrent!” She yells and I walk over to her and grab her waist. 

“Stop, don’t fucking put your hands on me” she snaps and shoves at my hands and I grip her waist harder and back her up towards the bed. 

“You would’ve handled it.” I say and she swallows and push her onto the bed and she gasps looking up at me. 

“But you didn’t have to. I did.” I say as I unbutton my shirt 

“Nobody asked you to” she huffs.

“Nobody had to. Because I’m always gonna handle it when it comes to what’s mine”

“For the last time , I’m not yours!” She yells. 

“Oh yes the fuck you are”I say as I pull open my shirts and pull it off as she swallows and watches me. Our phones starting to ring. Both at the same time. Her eyes going to the sounds 

“That’s probably Carroll” she hisses at me as I unbuckle my pants and goes to sit up.

“Stay on that fucking bed Maddie” I growl as I drop my pants. 

“Screw you, we have to answer it-“ she yelps as I grab her and toss her right onto her back again. 

“I said…stay…on this fucking bed”

She pushes up and props herself up onto her elbows. 

“Funny that you’ll defend me against Torrent but you’re here barking orders at me like I’m your pet” she huffs. 

“You’re not my pet , you’re my fucking whore”I groan and drop my boxers and she licks her lips. 

“We need to answer the phones” she breathes hard and heavy. Her chest rising and falling. 

“No. What we need to do , is tear this fucking room apart while I slam that fucking body against every single surface and fuck that little cunt of yours”

She pants and squirms and shakes her head. 

“We can’t do this anymore..clearly you’re a fucking barbarian that thinks he owns me…punching other men over a woman that’s not yours” she argues. 

“Say your not mine one more fucking time, and I swear I’m going to tie you to this fucking bed and fuck that body till you learn otherwise”

I grab my cock and stroke it and her eyes drop and her legs spread. I grin as I move to the bed. 

“Get that fucking cunt over here” I growl and she shakes her head and I grab one of her ankles and yank her across the bed and to the edge as she yelps. Her dress sliding up to her waist as I push her legs apart. 

“I dare you to tell me this isn’t mine” I groan as I slap my cock against her wet pussy and rub my cock all fucking over it making her squirm.

“It’s not yours” she breathes and groan. 

“We both know that’s not true” I say as I line myself up. Then grab her waist. 

“It’s not you- ahh!” She cries. Her back arching hard as I slam my dick into her cunt with a loud groan. 

“Fuck!” She cries as I draw my dick back out. 

“Go on , say it again” I growl. My cock throbbing as I keep the head notched inside of her. 

“It’s n-“ another sharp cry spills into the room as I pound my cock deep inside of her. Holding it there this time. Leaving her full of me, letting her get even less of the words out of that fucking mouth. 

“What’s that baby?” I groan as I pull out slowly and then slide right back into her. 

“Oh fuck” she cries and writhes beneath me , my hands lifting. Pulling at her dress and yanking the sides open so her tits are exposed. She gasps and my hands grab her tits and I thrust again. 

“If I catch any man thinking about fucking my pretty little bitch in her hot little fucking cunt…I’ll handle it…every fucking time”

“Shit” she hisses as I take my hand and put it around her throat. She moans as I thrust again and then slap her breast with my other hand. 

“This fuckin body, and the mean little bitch it belongs to, are fuckin mine”

“Fuck” she cries as I thrust again. Hard and deep. 

“Go on, try to tell me again that I don’t own this fucking cunt baby” 

“Oh my god” she whimpers and then looks at me as she grabs my arm and pulls. Bringing me down to her. My hand still at her throat as I crash my mouth over hers. She groans into my mouth as I thrust again, and again. 

“Who’s fuckin cunt is this ?” I growl on her mouth. 

“Yours” she moans and wraps her legs around me , her hands grabbing my back and digging in. Her head going back as our mouths break apart and I groan as my mouth goes to her neck and kisses it as I thrust again. 

“Say it, say this is Scott Sullivans fucking cunt” I growl on her neck. 

“It’s…it’s Scott Sullivans cunt” she moans and I bite her neck. 

“It’s about god damn time your learn it Miss McAdams, don’t let me ever hear you say it’s not mine ever again” I growl as I thrust deeper. Harder and her nails dig deeper and scratch down my back.

“Tear me up Baby” I grunt as I thrust again. Keeping my hips moving rough and hard. Slamming into her. 

“Tear my shit up while I claim your fucking cunt” I growl at her and she moans loudly. 

“Fuck, Scott, oh god” she cries as she lifts her head and kisses my mouth. 

“Whose pussy is this?” I growl again. 

“It’s Scott Sullivans” she moans and bites my lip and I groan and I grab her throat and push her head back to the bed as I hover over her and fuck her faster. 

“It’s Scott Sullivans pussy” she moans again. “It’s yours, Fuck, it’s yours”

I groan and kiss her again as I tighten my hold around her neck and keep fucking her. 

“Don’t you fuckin forget it McAdams”