Page 88 of Speak No Claim

We’d gotten closer in ways I never imagined could be possible. She was there when I needed her, and even when I didn’t.

I tried to keep that part of my life private from my father. I knew he was becoming more suspicious, especially after I stopped attending my usual festivities at the Brotherhood lodge, where women ran rampant.

I warmed up some of her food in the microwave in my suite. I kept a mini fridge in there as well. She didn’t stop cooking for me, and if it weren’t for how active my body was on the daily, I would’ve definitely gained weight. I always made sure to return her bag and containers. She was very passionate about those too.

She left food for me at the greenhouse. I was addicted to her meat empanadas, and don’t get me started on her pork tamales. She was a hell of a cook.

I sat at my computer for another minute, seeing what she was up to before jumping in the shower. We were supposed to be meeting later. She said she had a surprise for me.

She walked out of her bathroom, wearing nothing but the smallest towel.

“Fuck me…” I breathed out, leaning into my leather seat.

It was white, barely covering her breasts and pussy. Her hair was wet, scattered all over her face and chest, covering more of her body than the towel intended. Her skin was wet and flushed, all slippery and tempting and warm.

This was pure and utter torture. Worse than the lashes on my back that were healing nicely from her medication. All that ran through my head at that moment was that I was fucked.

I had to get the hell out of there. Turning on the shower, I hoped the cold water would drown out all the images of her riding my cock.

Visions of Hennessy bent over my desk as I thrust into her.

Visions of her on her knees, sucking my dick until she gagged.

Visions of her pussy sitting on my face as she screamed my name.

Visions of fucking her in the woods, in the pool, in the greenhouse.

Visions of her dancing for me with fire all around us.

Visions of claiming her ass.

I growled from deep within my chest.

In a matter of seconds, I fucked every hole on her body, claiming her in every position known to man. I watched her tits bounce as I gripped her thighs, wanting to mark her. Leave my imprint on her like we were animals. It was so primal and raw. I’d never been with a virgin, and she didn’t have to tell me that she was. I knew.

The sin of it all made it more maddening for me. She was poison to my blood.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned my arm against the wall with my face resting against it, allowing the hot water to run down my head and scars.

I shut my eyes, reaching for my throbbing, hard dick in the palm of my hand, needing some release.

“Fuck…” I stroked my cock, picturing only her.

The way she’d moan.

The way she’d beg.

Her whimper.

Her cum…

The expressions on her face.

I thought about tying her up, spanking her ass, giving her a safe word. I thought about her taste, her blood, her scent. There wasn’t much I didn’t envision as she took my cock like the good girl she was.

I imagined her back arching, her nipples puckering, her cunt tightening.

“Goddamn…” I fucked my hand harder and faster, my hips rotating in the opposite direction of my heady movements, envisioning her pretty pussy, pulsating, dripping, squirting down my sack.