Page 20 of The Stowaway

I smiled at the confidence in his voice.

“Let's take a nice bath together, and we can get back to business,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

I laughed and slapped his shoulder, which I caught just in time as he lifted himself off me. His dick didn't feel as large when he pulled it out. I closed my eyes as I remembered how hard I had come. When I stretched my body out, I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs, but I kept the pain off my face because I knew he would leave me cock-less. When I felt him push my thighs apart, I was hoping for some more fun times.

“Your cunt looks so fucking good with my cum oozing out of it.”

I opened my eyes, and my head snapped up to see him kneeling between my open legs with a smirk on his face.

“Things might have gotten a little bloody, though,” he said, staring at my breasts for a moment before looking at me.

I felt his fingers smear his cum all over my pussy before he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Does that hurt?”

I shook my head. He stared at me suspiciously for a moment but didn't say anything.

“I’m going to get our bath ready, don't move,” he said, climbing off the bed

I saluted him as my eyes ran over his naked body. When my eyes reached his cock it was already on the rise. I bit my bottom lip because I realised how badly I wanted him inside of me again.

“You're going to be the death of me, Kitten,” he muttered, shaking his head before walking towards the bathroom.

I stared at his muscled back and perfect ass cheeks until he went into the bathroom. I flung my head back onto the pillow and grinned at the ceiling.

He loved me.

It felt too good to be true.

∞∞∞

Later that night, I stayed awake in his arms. I felt exhausted, but my mind was running through all the day’s events which had led to a total fuckfest. He had me on the bed, in the bathtub, while I tried to eat. He certainly hadn't been lying about not stopping fucking once he had started. Since he was asleep, I felt a little braver and caressed his cheek until I felt his spiky beard beneath my fingers. A few days ago, he’d been about to shave, and I’d asked him not to. He didn't say a word, but he’d put away his shaving kit.

I kissed his chin because that's all I could reach on his face.

“I love you, too,” I whispered quietly, and as soon as I said the words out loud, my heart felt lighter.

I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. This time, I fell asleep instantly, feeling safe with him next to me.

∞∞∞

The following morning, I woke up to Ivan kissing my neck. My neck was covered in love bites. In high school, I’d seen guys and girls with marks on their necks. It made me wonder if they hurt, but I loved everything we did together. Paul and William’s weaselly looks and touches had put me off the opposite sex.

But with Ivan, each moment unlocked a new memorable experience for me. We were both naked from the shower in the early hours of the morning. If we’d taken another bath, I’d have fallen asleep. I was trying to push his hand downwards when he pulled back.

“You need the morning off,” he said with a rueful expression on his face.

I scowled at him.

“I’m fine,” I insisted.

“Nope, it's not happening, but we can take a trip outside today to take your mind off your hungry pussy.”

I paused as I felt the fear creep up my spine, making me shiver. I felt safe on his estate. He had security on the inside and a high wall built around it on the outside. This had been my perfect bubble.

“We’re not far from the beach.”

My head snapped up.

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