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Birdie
He rolls us so that I’m on top of him. Even then, he’s still in charge. He moves my hips as I slide down the last couple of inches of him. It takes my breath away as I realize how far inside of me he is. I place my hands on my lower belly where it feels like he is nestled and shiver when warmth floods inside of me. Now that I know the feeling, I'm aware of what just happened.
His hands drop down and play with my clit as he teaches me how to ride him. This position has me opened wider for him and I can seemingly take more of him in. Our pelvic areas meet and meld until I’m not sure where I end, and he begins. He pulls me down into a kiss creating one more point of contact and works his body to drive me crazy.
My nipples brush against him with every movement and our tongues duel with one another until it all builds up inside of me and I shake into an all-body orgasm that has my pussy squeezing up on him like a vise and pulsing like a heartbeat over and over again.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Milk my cock, baby!”
I cry out as my body tightens even more and I cum so hard everything seems to seize up and a dam inside bursts open leading to so much liquid it leaves me and drips down on him. I slump forward on him, exhausted. Completely exhausted.
When I finally catch my breath, his fingers trail up and down my back as both of our bodies cool off and our hearts stop pounding so hard. I must drift off because when I open my eyes again the clock says half the night has gone by.
“You awake, baby?”
I hold my breath and wait for my mind to fully wake up before I answer him.
“Yes, I think I am.”
He chuckles under me and rolls us so he can look into my eyes. After a long kiss, he finally pulls out of me causing both of us to gasp out. A flood of cum rushes out, his cock must have held a lot of it inside.
“Your mom texted me and wants to hear from you, so she is sure you are alright.”
“Shit, I…I think I left my phone in the car.” I'm not used to the new one and not having a purse anymore.
“I can go down and grab it. I left some things I need to bring up too.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You go ahead and get yourself ready for a late-night dinner.” He pulls up his jeans and fastens them before coming back to me and taking my mouth one more time. “Birdie…don’t wash any of that off or I’ll have to put more right back on it.”
Another kiss and he’s gone, leaving me laying on my back staring at the ceiling. I finally creep out of the bed and even though I am the only person in the room I still try to hide the wince that comes to my face when muscles I’ve never used protest my movements.
I reach down and grab the shirt Gareth wore here and pad out into the living room taking in the whole condo as I do. When a knock comes, I tense but see the keys laying on the hall table. Gareth must have forgotten to take them with him. But when I open the door, the smile melts off my face and horror ices its way through my blood.
Standing on the other side of the door is one of the men who ran me off the road and has been haunting me ever since. He must be the one Gareth shot because he’s holding himself in a funny way and when he pushes his way in, he’s limping.
“Hello, hello. Aren’t you a cutie.”
I walk slowly backward but keep my eyes on the man in front of me. If I’m going to live through this, I’m going to have to distract him until Gareth can come back.
“It’s almost a shame to kill such a pretty little thing like you. But it has to be done.” I finally take my eyes off him long enough to stare at the gun he’s holding in his hands.
Oh shit. If I can just…
“Don’t look for help from your boyfriend. My partner is taking care of him as we speak.”
Worry courses through my already cold body at his words. What if I can save him? What if he’s not down there yet and I can do something that could help him instead of just letting him walk into a trap?
“No.”
“What?” I can understand why he didn’t hear what I said. I said it so quietly the first time.
“No!”
He’s close enough to me that I can try to push him down. I shove him and throw him off balance, probably due to his leg injury more than anything else. He rocks back on his heels and starts to bobble the gun. I shove past him and make my way towards the door.
I’m shocked to feel the man grab my ankle and trip me. He tries to overtake me, coming up over me but I take a deep breath and go through one of the moves Gareth taught us in class. I gain the upper hand and shove my palm hard at his face. I must come at least close to his nose because his eyes start to water making it easier for me to worm my way out from under him.
