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I don’t tease her this time or go slowly with her. I go rough, and I don’t stop.
She moans louder and louder, and I think about how wet she is for me and how perfect it feels to have her under my power.
I know she can’t get enough of me, but I give her all I have to give, and that’s enough to keep her begging me for more.
I’m pounding into her, slamming myself into her body and enjoying the way she gives in, the way she drops her guard and says stop, but knows she doesn’t mean it.
She’s mine... and I, hers. My bed, my woman, my property.
I am her master, and she is my slave. I give her the pleasure she never knew existed and the kind she needs to be mine.
I squeeze her neck, and she gasps and bucks beneath me. She’s so beautiful and so perfect for me. There’s nothing more perfect than her.
“I’m coming,” she moans. “Ohh, I’m cumming.”
I wonder to myself how many times I’ve made her cum?
It’s so satisfying, so fulfilling. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine her any other way.
Her pussy throbs around me as she cries out.
“I’m cumming, Felix ... I’m cumming.”
“Cum for me, baby,” I say, pounding my throbbing dick into her, my eyes fixed on her bounding, jiggling tits - the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. “Cum for me.”
She does.
I soon follow, my dick jerking inside the condom, ejaculating its creamy white load.
I collapse on top of her and kiss her neck, removing the condom.
We stay in that position, legs and arms tangled up, breaths intertwined, until we both calm down.
I place my head on her chest, and I feel her heart beat rapidly against mine. We lie in each other’s arms for a few silent minutes until we drift off to sleep.
But then, I have the same nightmare again. Emily walked away, not hearing me. This time, a monster with a rope reaches for her, and she enters his grip ...
I gasp and wake up with sweat beading down my forehead.
Emily is sleeping peacefully next to me. A vision of perfection.
I look at her and feel a sense of tranquillity.
She makes me calmer. She keeps me on my toes.
I watch her as she sleeps, gently playing with her hair, and my mind goes back to the previous night's events.
I’m not scared around guns, but when that man had a gun to Emily’s temple, I felt pure, unadulterated fear.
I knew I had mistakenly kicked her out when I discovered she had discarded the information she had stolen from me. No woman would risk everything to gain it all but discard it in the end.
She must be in a very desperate situation, and I do not wish to leave her in the lurch.
I am quick to anger at the thought of her violent ex - whoever he is that she’s running from, and the debt she owes.
Where’s her family?
She’s won my trust with her actions, but at the end of the day, I simply don’t know how far I can take that trust?
