Page 138 of Felonies are Forever

I scream out his name, the effort of the word making my throat hoarse and raw. He holds me steady as he thrusts in and out, like I’m an object that exists only for his pleasure. I love every curse word and filthy phrase, every slap of flesh on flesh, every moan.

My orgasm builds, builds, as I start to lose myself in the furious sprint toward my bliss.

“‘Milk me,’ I said.” He growls, landing a slap on my ass. Then another. The sting lights up some wonderful darkness inside ofme. “Show me how much that little cum tease of yours wants what I’ve got.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, drawing my muscles tight, pulsing in time with the roars of his pleasure.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close. I can’t stop…”

My body ignites. “I’m coming, Dutch, I’m coming, please don’t stop!” I scream.

Heat engulfs me from head to toe as I feel his cock jerk inside me, hot seed releasing deep as I pant and cry out, shoving my body back as he holds himself against my cervix, pulsing and twitching as the orgasm flows through me.

He lets out this cocky masculine growl. “Squeeze, baby. Yessss…milk every drop.”

I imagine drawing his seed into me, milking him, milking him. Creamy cum painted all over my inner walls.

I’m so lost in it that I barely register the knock on the door as we ride out the waves of our climax.

But there it is again, harder now, interfering with this bliss. I suck in a harsh breath as I hear a click and Dutch pulls away, leaving my body in a gush of hot wetness. His hand darts out to push the door back, keeping it from opening, when an angry voice comes through.

“Hey, you two! There’s a fucking camera in there.”

Oh shit.

“You owe me for those fucking towels! And unless you want me to call the cops, get up, get dressed, clean that shit up and get the fuck out of there. Now.”

NINE

Dutch

I’m still growlingas I shove all the towels except the two with her virgin blood into a black trash bag. Daphne is huddled in the corner where the camera can’t see her. She looks horrified and vulnerable.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

After the pounding on the door, I looked around and saw the black camera mounted in the corner above the top shelf, aimed down. Someone was getting a full view of the moment I took Daphne’s cherry.

Rage boils through me at the thought that anyone has even seen what belongs to me, let alone watching a moment meant to belong to us alone.

“Come on, baby,” I manage, gritting my teeth, leaving the trash bag behind. I shove the two towels stained with her virginity down inside my shirt.

“What the hell are you doing with those?” she asks.

My little sassy doll gives me a snarky look but I’m not playing. I grab her hand. “No one is getting those but me.”

Back out in the main floor of the bar, I see an older guy glaring at us. Dead ringer for whoever was banging on the door. I head his way, pulling Daphne close behind.

As I approach, he leans on locked arms behind the bar. “You clean that shit up?”

“Yeah,” I bark back. “Now, you tell me something. You record what happened in there?”

“Yeah.” He gives me a hard stare. “My place. My security. My cameras. My evidence.”

This motherfucker has no idea who he’s dealing with. But he’s about to find out.

I turn to Daphne. “Go wait at the table, baby. I’ll be right there…” I give her a kiss on the top of her head as she starts to protest, then I see James coming up from behind, looking tense.

“Where you two been? There was some sort of a fight, some massive biker dude with a beer belly the size of Arizona spilled his drink down this girl’s dress. I couldn’t see properly but I was worried you two were caught up in it all. I’ve been looking all over…”

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