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Elise.
A broken woman who wasn’t afraid to fight the life that had fucked her over. She’d watched without blinking as I killed in front of her and accepted me for who I truly was. Someone had shattered her heart into a million pieces, yet she still opened whatever was left to me, wanting nothing more than my touch and protection.
Even if I wasn’t allowed to make her mine forever... at least I finally found my type.
That evening, all I could think about was how to protect myself and, more so,her. The longer she stayed, the more dangerous it would get.
I already had a Swiss passport made for her. Tonight, I’d go and pick it up, and after that, I’d drive her to the airport to put her on a plane to a city she chose off my list. Preferably Switzerland.
That was the safest thing for both of us.
But why the hell did it feel so awful?
I stepped into the bathroom to gather my thoughts and splashed cold water on my face. I needed to keep her safe. And for that, I needed to send her away. Easy math, no big deal.
But when I came back into the living room to tell her about the plan, she’d changed into my shirt she was sleeping in, no pants, and was lying down on the couch, legs crossed over each other. I could feel my heart churning in my chest again—and even worse, I got rock hard at the sight of her naked thighs. The exact same ones that were wrapped around my hips when I fucked her senseless.
This woman was sin. Fucking. Delicious. Sin!
“I’ll be right back. Stay here,” I said and quickly made my way into the bedroom. I closed the door and looked down at the large bulge in my pants.
“Fuck.”
I couldn’t go to the meeting like this, so I went to my bed and sat down. Instinctively, I put my hand in my pants and began to stroke gently. My eyes shut as I pictured her naked. Those images of her would live with me for the rest of my life—the shape of her mouth, how she rolled her eyes each time my tongue touched her clit. I could still remember that. How she held me, gaped at me, and trembled when I slid into her.
I opened my eyes, pulled my pants down, took my dick in my hand, and continued stroking. It was rock hard. But why wouldn't it be? Elise was hot, really hot, and she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I wanted to hold her, kiss her inner thighs to make her beg me to slide in. But however much I wanted her, the most important thing was that she was safe. So whatever I desired of her body from here on, I needed to work that out in my fantasies only.
I stroked harder and was pretty close, so I shut my eyes tight. Suppressing my moans by gritting my teeth, I thrust my hips upwards. And that’s when I heard the door of the bedroom open softly, and Elise stepped inside.
“Shit.” I looked up and saw her standing there, her arms folded across her chest. It was too late to push my dick inside my pants and pretend like nothing was happening. She saw it all. I should have locked the door and turned off the lamp, but when I had fled the living room with my boner, I wasn't thinking straight.
I held my dick and slowed down on the stroking. She didn't say a word. She just clutched her shirt in her hand,myshirt, and pulled it over her head. Her breasts bounced out like puppies at play, up and down as I watched. My dick was rising again as my body demanded her to come closer.
I pushed myself into a proper sitting position. “Not a good idea,” I mumbled to warn her.
“I know” was all she mumbled back.
I looked at her without saying another word. I knew this was bad, but this woman had bewitched me. Or maybe the CIA’s profile of me was right, and I was batshit crazy.
She walked over to the bed, took my dick as if it belonged to her, and started stroking. Just the touch of her soft hands sent a wave of emotions through my body. I tried hard not to gasp, but I couldn't help it. She stared into my eyes, like she had me just where she wanted me. Then, slowly, she lowered herself and put her mouth on my cock. She started with the tip and teased it with her tongue. I scrambled a little to hold on to something. But she didn't stop despite how badly I struggled to stay still. She was determined to punish me, and she was just starting.
She swallowed the entire length while putting her hands on my thighs. I squeezed my eyes tight and opened them again. I should tell her to stop, but it felt too good, too damn good.
She stopped sucking, got up, and took off her panties. Like a goddess, she was standing before me. Naked. Fine titties, curvy body, those slender lines like what an artist would draw as a nude. I stood and pulled my pants off. Then I stepped closer and tried to wrap my hands around her waist, but she brushed my hands away.
"No, you don't decide how things are going to go tonight,” she said in a deeply sensual tone I hardly recognized.
Fair enough. I deserved to be punished.
“On your knees.”
I obeyed and knelt down. She held my hair and pulled my head closer so that my face was between her thighs. Then slowly, she moved and rubbed my face around her center. I closed my eyes and pushed out my tongue to find her opening. She was already dripping when I got my tongue on her clit. I began to move my tongue up and down, touching the inside of her folds. She pulled my hair, moaning. Then she pushed my head backward.
“Fuck me,” she moaned and sat on the bed, legs spread wide.
I growled and bent, guiding my dick into her with one hand.
“Yes,” she breathed out, grabbing my arm. “Deeper.”
