Page 44 of His Forbidden Alliance

His eyes widened, and he thrust deep one more time before he tensed, and I felt the heat of his cum inside me. It was incredible.

He hung over me, hands still holding my thighs. Neither of us moved or spoke. What the fuck had just happened? Sex never felt like this with my usual hookups, that was for damn sure.

Finally, he looked up at me and smiled. “I told you not to send me away.”

“Maybe, occasionally, you have a good idea. But what the fuck are we going to do now?”

Instead of answering, he pulled out of me. I sucked in my breath. Damn, he’d gone at me hard, and now I felt so fucking empty. I wanted him right back inside. I wanted to fuck him all night or all day or what the fuck ever. I had no idea what time it was.

“So fucking gorgeous.” He was staring at my ass. “All gaping and sloppy. Jesus, I love watching my cum slide out of you.”

“And you called me filthy.”

He laughed. “We’re a good match for that.”

I wasn’t touching that comment, because we were, and it was fucking with my head. I squeezed my ass, then relaxed. I felt it, his cum dripping out of me.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Do it again.”

I did.

“I wish you could see how goddamn good you look.”

“Show me.”

He grabbed his pants from the floor, pulled out his phone, and snapped several pictures before handing it to me. My eyes widened at the sight. I looked so damn used. So messed up. No doubt I’d looked like this before, minus trail of cum down my ass, but I felt more debauched than I had with anyone else.

“You look like the slut you are,” he said.

I flipped him off and deleted the pictures.

“I was planning to use those later.”

“If your dick needs attention, you come to me. No pictures.”

He sighed but then smiled. “I would never share you… pictures of you… anything about this.”

“You’d be dead if you did.”

“Not if I pulled the trigger first.”

I sucked in my breath. “You wouldn’t.”

“Are you so sure?”

I wanted to be, but I wasn’t, and that was also fucking me up.

“You should go now,” I told him.

He shook his head. “Someone tried to blow you up.”

“Or to warn me.”

“If you’d been closer to the car, you would be in the morgue right now.”

“That was graphic.”

He scowled at me. “Don’t act like you need babying.”