Page 109 of His Cursed Heart

I can see the pleasure on Althea’s face and the way her eyes roll each time I hit that spot inside her. She can lie, but I know that the first time I was inside her was uncomfortable. And like the first time, I’m holding so much in me because I don’t want to hurt her. My cock screams in pain each time I don’t let him devour her sweet pussy. Feeling thousands of tingles in my lower back and balls, I grab her left leg and throw it over my shoulder, feeling my cock going deeper.

“Dio Mio,” Althea throws her head back and moans like crazy. Her hands go quickly to her nipples and she stars tugging them until they’re red. The show she’s giving me makes me hit harder in her and the desk starts moving uncontrollably.

“Keep sucking me in like that and I’ll come sooner that I intend to.” I warn her but the vixen does the quite opposite. The wet sounds our bodies make are like angelic voices trying to say that we are now united for life. My hips hit a deep spot in her because I see her startled by the feeling.

Fuck I really don’t think I can last much longer.

Being a celibate for four years is no help. All I want is to spend hours buried into my pussy until we’re both

sore and our bodies reject each other.

I grab her hips, making her meet my thrusts and my world collides when she stands and grabs my face, kissing me with the same need as mine for her. We suck each other tongues and her body begin to tremble. I feel her walls squeezing me and I let my head fall down on her shoulder, my pumps becoming messier and messier.

A scream from outside the office makes us flinch and I groan when I identify the source.

“Thea? Where are you? I’m hungry and I can’t sleep!” Vincent’s angry voice makes me pump faster.

“Keaton,” Althea warns me but I interrupt her when I slide completely out of her and then shove myself back in. I thrust fast and hard because I know we both need to come.

“I need to make that kid adjust to Chicago’s timeline faster.” I murmur, feeling like I’ll explode if I talk louder.

“What are you going do? Watch all Marvel movies?” Althea whimpers at the speed of my thrusts.

Yes.

“Or make him do ten laps around the mansion.”

Althea’s desperate whimpers are bringing the climax closer and with a last hard thrust I whisper, “Come on, baby, let it go.”

Althea comes with a powerful tremble that rocks her body into exhaustion and I follow her seconds later.

With a light kiss on her lips, I groan internally.

I’m so fucked and I’m not even mad about it.

The night’s cool breeze takes away the smoke from

the cigarette. After the rendezvous with Althea earlier, I’m now back to my thoughts.

Althea is in the garden with Vincent and her dogs, trying to make Vincent to go to bed. I watch her like a hawk how she lifts Vincent in the air, pretending he’s Iron Man. Her smile is the thing that makes me pull my phone from my pocket and dial the number I’ve been craving to since she first told me about her father.

I wait for a couples of seconds, giving him the chance to come in Chicago before I drag him here. He won’t escape.

Not this time.

The dialing sound stops and a weird muffled noise comes from the other side of the call.

“You have some courage, kid.” His thick accent makes my blood boil.

“So I’ve been told.” I answer dry feeling my body tremble. Can’t wait to show you what kind of courage I have.

“Where’s my son?” He asks and I can feel his anger. Good, everything will be more fun if he’s angry.

I look over at Vincent and I let my eyes linger him. He finally looks like a kid and not like an adult. His smile and his Marvel pj’s are definitely make him look normal. The first time I met him I thought I was looking at an old man stuck in a child’s body. He talks like he’s been born to do that, he walks straight and runs even straighter. Althea took care of him and she still does that, but I can see Hanibal’s interventions.

“Playing with dolls.” I rather say.

“Don’t play with fire, boy. You don’t want to cross me.”

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