“You fucking love that,” I whispered. Her body was scalding, liquid dripping down her inner thighs.
Marina trembled, closing the one eye I could see. Her response was to rock into me, giving away how much she truly needed my dick in her. With my free hand, I pet the outside of her bare *. Her clit was easy to find, swollen beyond belief.
One tiny graze of my fingertip, and she surrendered. “Please, just fuck me!”
Bending close, I nuzzled her ear and inhaled. “That was all I wanted to hear.”
Gripping the base of my shaft, I spread her wetness and drove inside. Her cunt rippled over me, sign language for 'Never leave me again.'
My lips found her shoulder, kissing the smooth skin. I let her hair go so I could hold both sides of her hourglass waist, using it for leverage. I didn't want dainty strokes. I needed to fuck this woman, and I wanted it to be hard.
Marina squealed, nails curling on the wall. She used it, pushing off to meet each of my thrusts. She'd finally surrendered.
Deep in the root of my cock, I felt the tingles of her orgasm begin. She was milking me, panting faster and faster. I needed her to come. Needed it. I held my breath—braced myself as I pumped into her with all my strength.
Hissing through her teeth, Marina threw her head back as the waves hit. The crushing spasms on my still pounding cock were delicious.
I bit her shoulder as the first hot spikes of pleasure possessed me. My balls squeezed, heavy with my seed. In the far recesses of my brain, I had the strongest urge to fill her with my come.
How would she react? My imagination had me biting my lip, sweat pouring down my spine. It would feel amazing, and then, this woman... she'd be mine. For real.
Forever.
She's destined for death.
The reminder was too much for my conscience. Against all odds, I ignored the primal ache. Backing out, my pulsing tip rested on the top of her heart-shaped ass. Thick, pearly seed coated her skin as I gasped.
Fuck. That had been insanely close.
Shaking, I let her go and stepped back. Sweat coated my skin in the cool apartment, a temperature I was now grateful for.
Fumbling for a paper towel from the counter, I handed it to her. Seeing her covered in my come was intensely erotic. “Sorry,” I said unconvincingly.
“No, that was... it was the right move.” Cleaning herself off, she tugged her jeans up her legs. I'd destroyed her panties, so I watched her beautiful * wink out of view. What a shame. Marina glanced at me, her cheeks still wild fire. “No mistakes. Right?”
My heart throbbed painfully. “Right.” I'd already made a million mistakes. King of Fucking Bad decisions, indeed.
I changed, putting my jacket back on but not closing it. “Speaking of decisions, let me give you a number to call. It's for the movers.” I gestured at her apartment.
She blinked, hands fixing her disheveled hair. “You want me to call them?”
“Yeah. You should be the one to talk to them. I'll give you the address and the money, they'll pack everything up and take it to a storage facility. It'll be efficient.” I reached into my wallet, thumbing the cash.
Marina glanced at the tea kettle. We'd never bothered with our drinks; the mugs stood, empty. “You don't want them to see you, is that it?” She didn't wait for me to answer. Sighing, Marina put her coat back on. “Alright. You're being safe, I get it.”
Pausing, I watched her thoughtfully. Did she get it? Yes. She was smart, and too perceptive. She understood I was protecting myself and Jacob by making her handle the movers.
I said, “I'll be waiting in my car, down the street. When you finish here, just come meet me. Okay?”
“You trust me alone with other people?” she muttered.
“Yes,” I said seriously. “I believe you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your revenge.”
She met my stare, calm and collected.
I was the first to break away.
Scribbling down the number she would need, and the address of the storage company, I handed her a wad of cash. “I'll see you after,” I said, heading for the door.
Marina watched me go. I expected silence from her, some sort of non-violent rally against everything I was and what I was setting her up for. This whole situation was fucked, and my recently used cock knew just how much worse I was making it.
Her voice chirped, oddly sweet. “Will you leave me the umbrella?”
Hesitating, I eyed it where it leaned by the door. Gloves, stolen from my pockets, were tugged onto my hands. “If you do me a favor.”
“Sure,” she said. “What?”
“Flush the paper towels.” Glancing at her, my smile was stiff. She was beautiful, especially when she looked shocked. “No mistakes. Understand?”
Her nod was small, her mood fracturing. “No mistakes,” she whispered.
We both knew we'd make many more before this was over with.
- Chapter 15 -
Jacob
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The Pink Factory was actually hard to find.