Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 30

"Do you really think I care about a shirt? You know me better than that."

"But— but it's one of your nice ones." She pouted.

He strode over to the worktable, happily eyeing the mess she's made of it. Her pallet was covered in various colors, only slightly goopy from sitting out. He picked it up in his hand, swiping his palm through it, collecting a big glob in his hand.

"I don't. Give. A fuck." He brought his hand to her, swiping the handful of paint over the once pristine ivory material, covering it in a mix of frilly pastels. She gasped at the gesture, staring down at the thousand dollar shirt. Looking back up at James, he wore a sly smirk. Her startled expression faded into a smile, laughing.

He dropped the pallet to the floor. Lunging forward, gripping the sides of her face, he pulled her into a rough kiss. His paint covered hand leaving a thick smear over her cheek. As their bodies collided, the paint from her torso, spread onto his Armani suit. Both of them instantly ruined, but neither of them cared enough to stop.

They fell to the floor, quickly stripping each other of their clothes. James plunged deep inside of her, instantly. He craved her warmth the entire time he was at work. He nearly chewed the end of his pen to bits as he sat at his desk, bouncing his knee. Playing try-not-to-blink with the clock in his office.

He took her apart, in the middle of the study, surrounded by millions of highly sought after first editions and ancient literature. The sounds of their panting echoed off the tall ceiling, filtering down over the rich custom paneled walls. Her skin was left covered in small smears of paint, leaving marks wherever he touched her.

Gripping her by the waist, he rolled over, with her on top. He felt something gush under him as he moved, making him glance down to see a discarded tube of pink paint left squirted fully empty from his weight, leaving his side covered in it.

Maggie's eyes widened. "Oh no... I'm so—"

"If the next words the come out of your lips are an apology, I'll rip my cock right out of you and leave you aching for the rest of the afternoon."

She buttoned her lips, letting herself smile at the sight of him covered in a precious, feminine hue for the first time in his life. His eyes narrowed at her mocking reaction. Reaching down he scooped some of the paint off of his chiseled abs and spread his hands over her plump breasts, down over her belly. Before she could even react he tugged her back down to kiss him. Her hips started to grind down on him, circular motions making him hit every sweet spot inside of her.

"Fuck." He whispered through his clenched jaw. "Thats it. Just like that." He gripped her ass, giving it a rough squeeze, guiding her movements.

Flipping her around he sat them up, accidentally bumping her into the large six foot canvas that rested beside them, leaving a light streak of pink at the base. He cringed, but shrugged off the worries. Too focused on her to worry about the painting for the time being.

He positioned her on all fours. Ramming himself back in, moving more erratically now. Her ass was left covered in paint from his hips smacking into her.

It was oddly erotic. Pinpointing exactly where they had touched each other with the smears of color.

He sat back, watching himself stretch her pussy wide, admiring the way she dripped for him. She fell to pieces, arms crumpling underneath her, giving him a delicious view of her arched back, pushing her ass harder against him.

He hunched forward and followed along, filling her to the brim, leaking out with his final thrusts.

Only letting her catch her breath for a second, before he hauled her up in his arms, heading straight for the master suite bathroom.