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No wonder he never stopped Norman from hurting her. A lot of pieces of the puzzle are starting to fit, and the picture they're starting to create is making me sick to the stomach. And more questions are being raised now. Why didn't her parents ever check up on her? It's mostly childless couples who sponsor children from the slums to both improve the socioeconomic status of the pack and have a child around them. My father wouldn’t be the first to sponsor a child, but the parents are always involved, and I've never heard of a sponsored child living with their sponsor's family full time. It's usually a few days of the week.
"Adam," Cynthia moans now, and I lean by her side, taking one of her hands.
"You've been drugged, Cynthia. You don't know what you're asking for."
"I do," she insists, her voice husky. The glass slips from her hands, tumbling onto the carpet, the spilled water soaking into it as she grabs the collar of my shirt, trying to pull me to her. "Please."
I'm reluctant. I don't want her to think I took advantage of her helplessness too.
"Cynth––"
She half-rises off the seat to kiss me, and when she does, I feel my control slip a little. I kiss her back fiercely, tasting her, my hands digging into her lower back as I grip her. Her kiss is clumsy and soft, and she seems to be trying to find her way. Her innocence makes my blood heat even more. I push her back onto her seat, towering over her as I grab her jaw, exploring her mouth with my tongue. It's a wet kiss as I taste her thoroughly, my animal growing wild inside me.
Her whines are soft and needy, and they reach past the fog in my head. But when I try to break free, to move back, she grabs my free hand and puts it on her chest on her soft flesh. My cock hardens almost instantly.
She moves her mouth along my jaw, pleading, begging, and I finally feel the last bit of my self-control crumble to the ground.
I end up pushing down her blouse, gathering it around her middle, securing her arms behind her back as a result. One flick of the claw has her bra snapping in two, and my mouth descends with a vicious hunger. Seizing the hard nub in my mouth, I lavish it with attention while my hands reach for her pants. I pull downher zipper, and it takes me a few seconds to have her gasping under me as my fingers tease her clit and rub her juices along her slit.
Cynthia writhes under my touch, and when she orgasms without even a finger inside her, I know it's the effect of the aphrodisiac.
I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom. Once there, I make quick work of her pants and blouse, discarding my own as well. This is all about her, about relieving the desire inside her, which is rising to painful levels. Ignoring my own needs, I pull her legs toward me, lapping at her wet slit. Her juices tingle on my tongue, and to me, she tastes delicious. I could eat her forever. I insert my tongue inside, moving it in gentle circles.
Cynthia cries out, her hands reaching to grab my hair.
I groan at her grip, but the way she holds onto me gets me even more excited. I move my tongue inside her, and her moans and screams incite me even more. When she orgasms, I keep slurping her juices before piercing her with my tongue again and again. She's exhausted after four climaxes but is still needy, the effects of the drug in her system still running strong.
Her pussy is wet and twitching when I thrust in three fingers. A quiet groan leaves my lips at how tight her hole is.
"Adam!" Cynthia's voice breaks, desire and greed in it. My eyes meet her hazy ones, and hearing that greed in her voice makes me want to fuck her so hard that she can't walk. She's greedy for me. She wants me. There is no restraint right now, no shyness. She just wants me.
I use my fingers, pushing her to the edge. Her madness is beginning to affect me. Hearing my name on her lips as she begs me for release just drives me on. She knows exactly whose fingers are inside her. I have her clawing at the sheets as I use everything but my cock on her. It's only when she's panting and gasping that I flip her over on her stomach. Pulling up her hips, I thrust inside.
She lets out a silent scream, and I begin jackhammering inside her pussy without a break. I move swiftly, determined to take more from her, to exhaust her down to her bones. She climaxes three times before I finally let go. Slumping beside her, my own body tired, I gather a limp Cynthia in my arms and look down at her.
She's unconscious.
I sigh, pulling her closer.
Our scents are intermixed, and while there is a lot to worry about, I let that one fact soothe me into sleep, Cynthia's soft form pressed against me.
For a while, I can at least pretend all is well in my world.
****
When I wake up, it's to a cold bed.
In fact, the entire room is cold. I look up and see the balcony doors wide open, the sheer curtains billowing with the cold November wind. I get out of bed and look for a shirt. Unable to find it, I tug on my pajamas, which are folded on a chair, and head outside.
Cynthia's back is to me as she sits on the tear-shaped porch swing that I had gotten on impulse. My shirt is dwarfing her as she sits on it, her bare legs tucked underneath her, her eyes on the glittering city lights. Her hair is open and wet.
She must have taken a shower.
She doesn't acknowledge my existence when I approach her, and I lift a strand of her hair. "You cut it."
"There was no way to get the gum out," Cynthia murmurs.
"It looks pretty."
