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“Oh, I want you,” she begged.
I released her nipple and kissed her neck as I reached the nightstand. I quickly opened the drawer and pulled out one of the condoms. I tore it open using my teeth before I slipped it on and sat up a bit so I was more on my knees, and I could see Natalie fully.
“You sure?” I asked one last time.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I could see the heat in her eyes, and I knew this was exactly what she wanted. I placed my hands on her inner thighs and held her legs open. I lined my tip up with her slick hole before slowly pushing inside of her. She was all hot and wet, and I glided inside her until I was balls deep. It had been a long time since I had been inside of a woman, and I had forgotten how amazing it felt. I could barely keep myself from moving long enough for Natalie to adjust to my size. Despite stretching her, I had a thick cock, and I knew it would take her a moment to adjust.
“I’m good, move,” she ordered, and that was all I needed to hear.
I started to pull out before snapping my hips forward and slamming back inside of her. I focused on finding her sweet spot that would make her see stars. It took a couple of thrusts before she gave me a deep moan, and I knew I had hit it.
“Fuck. Right there, don’t stop.”
I moved my hands around the front of her thighs for better control. I started to rapidly thrust into her, loving the sight of her breasts bouncing with each snap of my hips. Fuck, she felt so good. I never wanted this to end, but I knew it wouldn’t last much longer. I was too worked up. My body was not willing to draw this out. Our moans echoed off the walls, and I could feel her walls squeezing my cock. She was close, and so was I.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close,” she whined as her fists gripped the comforter.
“Cum for me, baby. Shower my cock with your sweet juices,” I growled as I leaned forward and lifted her hips off the bed to give us an even better angle.
With the new position, it only took two thrusts before she was arching back and giving a soft scream while she started to pulse around my cock. The added tightness drove me over the edge, and I snapped my hips forward, burying myself completely inside her as I came with a deep moan. Both our bodies were tight as we continued to pulse against each other. I never thought I was going to stop cumming.
With each pulse that shook my body, more cum shot out of me. It felt like it would never end, and I didn’t want it to. The only sound within the room was our panting breaths as we both fought to gain control of our breathing. As our bodies started to come down to earth, I moved back slightly, so her hips were back on the bed. Slowly I pulled out and peeled off the condom as I got up. I shakily walked over to the bathroom and tossed the condom out before coming back out to the bedroom.
I could see that she was barely awake, her energy was completely spent, and she was not alone. I went over and gently maneuvered her to get the cover from underneath her and cover her up. I crawled in on the other side and pulled her to my chest.
“Hm, I should go to my room,” she said with a barely awake voice.
I kissed her forehead before I commanded, “Sleep.”
Would it have been the smart thing to do to have her return to her room - absolutely. But that wasn’t what I wanted right now. I wanted one night to pretend I was back home with a beautiful woman in my bed. A night where I could be expected and not have to play secret agent games. Just one night and then tomorrow, everything would go back to normal.
Chapter thirteen
Natalie
It was after eleven when I rolled over and started to wake up. I was still exhausted, and the thought of having to get up was extremely unappealing. That was until my mind clicked in and realized I wasn’t in my bed. Groaning, I turned my face into the pillow. Last night I decided to do whatever it took to get my unborn baby and me out of this alive, no matter what I had to do. I hadn’t planned to sleep with Armando, but what Gabriele said about Alexis had me thinking.
If I reminded him of Alexis, I could use that to my advantage. Would I be taking advantage and manipulating his grief? Yes, but he was keeping me hostage and had murdered my father. His feelings weren’t exactly necessary. That didn’t change the fact that I felt vaguely dirty this morning and things between us were going to be awkward.
I had no idea how Armando would feel about last night. I was hoping he wanted another go-around. I didn’t want to date him, but I needed him to develop feelings for me; maybe he would risk everything to get me out of there. Would I be leading him on? Absolutely, but I didn’t care about that. I couldn’t care about that. He would get over me and quickly move on to the next girl.
It would be awkward as hell for a little while. There was also the chance that he wouldn’t want to have sex again, that he wanted to forget it ever happened and keep a massive wall between us. I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case. From my personal experience, I knew that if you had good sex, you generally wanted to have it again. But if you had terrific, earth-shattering sex, you never wanted it to stop. I didn’t know how Armando felt about last night, but the sex was epic. I’m talking about the best I ever had. I knew it had to be from the added hormones within my system and not him, but still, amazing sex was amazing sex.
As badly as I would love to stay in bed, I knew I had to get up and face the music. Not only was this not my bed, but I needed a shower and to seriously pee. With no other choice, I forced my body to move and get out of bed. I picked up the robe and slipped it on before I snuck out of the room and back down the hallway to my hideaway.
I beelined it for the bathroom and after relieving my bladder, I got the shower going. I was going to be making a list of items I wanted to be brought over. It wouldn’t be home, but at least it would feel a bit more like my home, if only temporarily. I also really wanted my own clothes and not the ones that had been worn by dead women. I knew a laptop or tablet was out of the question. They were never going to allow me to have access to the internet. It meant I had to keep a list of things I would need for the baby and what I needed to do when I broke out of here.
It was going to be a long list, and most of it I wouldn’t know how to do any of it. Escaping was just the first step. Staying hidden and getting a new identity was another beast to figure out. Maybe I could pick Armando’s brain without it looking like that’s what I was doing. This shit was getting complicated.
After cleaning up, I quickly tossed on some black sleep shorts and a black tank top. I hoped to grab something to eat quickly and then curl up in bed. Maybe watch something on the TV to help me fall back asleep. With nothing left to do, I headed out to face the music. I walked down the stairs and heard movement in the kitchen. I didn’t know if Gabriele was here or not.
I was torn between wanting him here as a buffer and wanting him gone so he didn’t pick up on anything between Armando and me. I had my answer when I walked into the kitchen and saw Armando alone at the stove. I could smell the bacon and my stomach growled.
“Morning. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes,” he said, looking over at me.
“You know you don’t have to keep cooking for me, right? I can take care of myself.” I offered a small smile so he knew I wasn’t upset or annoyed with him. I meant it, too; he didn’t need to keep cooking for me. I was use to taking care of myself. His cooking for me felt weird like he was trying to fatten me up before the slaughter.
