Page 26 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

I gasped for air as my cock throbbed and jerked before my cum violently sprayed her insides. Her pussy clenched around me, repeatedly milking my dick as nature intended.

Chapter 23

Emilia

There was a dull ache in my belly, but I was too drained to care if he had stabbed my womb out with his dick. He groaned behind me and let go of my arms. I caught myself before I face-planted into the couch. My eyes caught his black leather belt, and my pussy contracted at the thought of him spanking me. I wondered if I’d somehow become a nymphomaniac over the last few days because I was up for anything. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he began to pull out of me.

“Fuck, I think I need a seat after that,” he said as he stroked my ass cheeks with his hands. “Hmm, I love your ass. I can't wait to fuck it.”

“What?” I said as I looked over my shoulder, but he was too busy inspecting my ass. “Uh, I don't think anal sex is for me.”

His face remained downward, but his eyes flicked towards me.

“Don't worry about that just yet,” he said as he lifted his head slowly and I saw the amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he shoved his dick back into his trousers and strode to the desk to get my bra and dress.

“Right now, we need to get you looking presentable because anyone within earshot probably thinks I've killed you.”

“Oh no,” I said, trying to get off the sofa. His office was swanky, and he owned the massive building. Everyone knew him here and would no doubt try and greet him as they did when we came in.

Cyrus pulled me up and handed me my clothes.

“Just think my cum is going to be dripping out of you when you walk past them all,” he said with a smirk.

I groaned at the reminder and buried my face into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head and I remembered how emotional I’d got earlier. The man was uniquely complex, but his eyes told me what his mouth couldn't. I slipped my arms around his waist and hugged him. I felt him tense momentarily before he relaxed again and hugged me back. The only problem was his cum was beginning to drip out and make a mess between my thighs.

“Get your clothes on. I need to feed you,” he said gruffly before he added. “With food, not my cock.”

I pulled away from him with a grin and reached for my clothes. That shit was funny when he had to clarify what he meant by feeding me.

Once I was dressed and saw the state of my eyeliner and mascara, I decided that I wasn't leaving his office, but he brought me some napkins and water. It wasn't perfect, but I no longer looked like part of a horror movie cast.

He kept his arm around my waist as we made our way out of the office. I kept my head down until we were in the lift which was empty. As soon as the doors closed, he lifted my skirt up and stuck his hand between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him.

He didn't reply, but I felt him scoop his cum up from my pussy.

“Open your mouth,” he said with a faint smile.

When I parted my lips, he shoved all three fingers into my mouth.

“Suck them clean,” he said with his eyes darkening.

I kept my eyes on him and began to suck. Just like that, I wanted to fuck him again. I held his hand and licked his fingers clean.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispered just as the doors began to open.

This was our first shopping trip together.

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I was glad to get home because I needed a shower so badly, but he followed me, claiming he needed one too, and if we showered together, it would be more cost-effective. Since he was a billionaire, I knew it was just an excuse to shower with me. I couldn't complain as he washed every inch of me while I washed and conditioned my hair. With each passing day, he revealed more of his hidden personality, and our bond grew stronger.

In the evening, we lay on his sofa, or couch as he called it, when the news came on the TV.

“And Kyle Bennet is still missing. He was last seen at the charity ball event in…”

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