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Both now and at the gas station. I didn’t even try to stop him. All I did was stay frozen in my spot and watch in awe as he took their lives like they didn’t mean a thing. And to Micah, they didn’t mean a goddamn thing.
Micah propped my right leg to stand on the small stool that previously held a plant, but now that plant was kicked off and the flowerpot was smashed on the floor.
His free hand squeezed my tits, promising to leave a print of his hand in the form of a bruise, before slowly going down to my clit.
The moment he started rubbing my clit while fucking me roughly at the same time, I no longer cared that we were being watched. If anything, it was getting me off, knowing that someone out there was staring at us.
I squeezed myself on his cock, and that made him chuckle.
‘‘If I had known you were into exhibitionism, I would’ve fucked you right there in that prison hall, with everyone watching your cunt take my cock.’’
His words were enough for me to throw my head back and rest it on his shoulder as my orgasm overtook me. I moaned, feeling him lightly pinch my clit, just enough to make the orgasm more powerful.
His rough breathing hit my cheek, and in no time, I was almost fully recovered.
But I could feel that he was getting closer, too.
He stopped, made distance between us and spun me around. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up like I was a sack of potatoes. Pressing me against the glass, he slammed back into me with full force.
Micah kissed me.
His plump lips tasted like sour cherries. A tingling sensation spread through my entire body as the room around us smelled like sex. That scent only made my mind go into an overdrive, and with his tongue swirling inside of my mouth, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
I tried remembering everything — the way he tasted, the way he used his tongue to kiss me, to give me an orgasm just by kissing. The way his piercing was finding my G-spot with each stroke, and the way he held me so fucking closely to his body.
Micah broke off the kiss, staring at me with such intensity in his eyes. It was terrifying because it only promised that this was the end — for now. He wasn’t going to let me go that easily, and despite not saying it out loud, I knew that.
I hooked my hands around his neck, feeling as if my heart was going to burst. As soon as he brought his lips on my aching nipple, I felt myself starting to cry.
I did my best not to show it, but not even a minute later, he noticed.
He trailed kisses all over my throat, to the exact spot where he’d cut it a couple of days prior. He lightly licked it, before going to my jaw, biting softly. He licked away all the tears, kissed my eye and placed his forehead on mine.
‘‘Look at me, Bambi.’’ He said the words so softly, yet the command behind them was indisputable. ‘‘Look at me while I fill your pussy with my cum, love. I want you to remember this feeling, this moment, until we meet again.’’
I brought my lips to his, kissing him with fire and passion. He didn’t stop his brutal thrusting, didn’t give me a chance to rest. He continued to fuck me, hungry to let it all out. All I could do was melt into his kiss, wishing time would stop even for a moment.
He squeezed my ass, harshly enough for me to groan into his mouth. Micah bit my bottom lip until he drew blood, and then continued to kiss me. The metallic taste on our tongues brought both of us to our orgasms.
And just like he’d promised, I felt all of it.
Every single drop of his cum was inside of me, while I was climaxing like never before. Despite it being one of our rougher sessions, I never felt so cared for, so loved. And it was fucking sick to think like that, especially with a dying man staring at us.
I turned my head to the side, Micah still holding me as tightly, his cock slowly slipping out of me.
From the corner of my eye, I saw that cop. He was staring at us, barely alive.
As soon as the moment passed, I felt awful. Micah placed kisses all over my cheek, before coming to my ear. Goosebumps appeared all over my skin.
I turned back around, and he placed his forehead on mine. A light smirk was on his face, but his eyes were closed. Our heartbeats were in sync, and it was all that could be heard in the room.
‘‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Bambi.’’
His voice cracked.
And that broke me to pieces.
The next ten minutes passed in a blur.
