Page 13 of Felonies are Forever

I nearly lose it right there and he doesn’t wait for an answer. He carries me to the bedroom. Once again, the voice of reason in my head tells me I should be scared.

Terrified of this man.

But I’m not. I’m enveloped in a feeling of safety. Of being under his protection in some way. His lips are shiny and wetfrom our kiss as I stare into his face. He lowers me to the floor and runs his hands down my hair.

“When was the last time you came, CeeCee?”

I shrug, not wanting to answer.

I’ve not had much success in that department, either by my own hand or the one man I was with.

Not a man. A boy.

And that should have never happened. But it did, and it was the beginning of the end, the first crumbling stone that tore down what used to be my life.

“When was the last time someone kissed you?”

“Years.” I try to think. “Five, maybe?”

“Take your sweater off.”

It’s an order, not a request, and I don’t hesitate to obey which surprises the hell out of me but also excites me in a way I couldn’t have dreamed. I strip off my sweater, wondering who I’ve become with this masculine creature that seems to know me in ways I don’t even know myself.

“Bra off.”

Without thought, I reach around to the back and unclasp it, slowly lowering it, exposing myself to him, my nipples drawing tight under his gaze. His look alone feels like thousands of fingers exploring my bare skin. He steps forward, regarding me, and I’m shocked at how secure I feel, how I don’t even want to try and cover myself. I never thought I could feel like this. My body is far from that of a runway model.

He lets out a painful breath, stripping off his suit jacket and tossing it on a velvet chair next to the bed , then loosening the red silk tie and sending it to join his jacket.

He pulls us together, flesh to flesh. The scent of masculinity and his intoxicating cologne finish me off. I’m completely lost as his lips catch my neck and he lets out a moan that shakes me down to my soul.

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THORNE

My fingertips are shaking holdingher warm body next to me. Her nipples pebble against my bare chest, my tongue deep inside her mouth. I pick her up again, needing to feel I’m in control, spin us around until I slam her against my bedroom wall.

I grind us together, moving her up and down and kiss her until she shakes and cums in my arms.

“Oh my God.” Her throaty word are pleading as her hands tighten around my neck.

I press harder into her, pushing more pleasure through her until her head falls to my shoulder and her breathing slows. I want to stay here, right here in this single moment forever

“I’m going to eat your sweet cum out of you now, CeeCee. You won’t deny me, will you? Who did you cum for?” I swing us around, her body attached to me, and her legs tighten around my waist as I walk her to my bed.

My balls are weighted with years of pent up need. Cum that’s been waiting just for her. I imagine filling her up with my creamand holding my cock inside her so only a trickle escapes to run down her legs. That image alone almost makes me cum.

I reach down and strip off her jeans. I don’t ask and she doesn’t protest. She can see in my eye that I’m taking, not asking. We’re past the asking stage.

And I see her stunning, wide jade eyes. They flutter just for me, and I see the sweet little bird, innocent and open, waiting for my beast to come and claim her. And claim her I will.

Her pink jeans turn inside out as I tug them roughly off her feet. She kicks out, helping me, and next it’s the swoop of my belt coming out of my pants.

“Put your fingers inside your panties, CeeCee. Tell me what you feel.”

I drop a hand to the front of my pants, stroking myself through the thin, silky fabric of my slacks as her hand snakes down her soft belly and dips below the white elastic of her cotton panties.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I grunt.

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