Page 13 of Bad Man

“That’s right,” he says, slamming into me hard enough to force a squeak out of my body. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Yoursoulis mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, his possessiveness heightening all of my senses. “I’m yours. Everything I am, it’s yours.”

“Fuck,” he curses before capturing my lips in a heated kiss once again.

I give him everything I have, doing my best to stay connected to this moment despite the way his thrusts are starting to make me feel a little brainless. Michael continues to blow my mind with how good he makes me feel. And, after this incident, I think he might know me better than I know myself. I wonder what else he’ll be able to teach me. I know that we have the rest of our lives together to figure everything out.

My orgasm approaches even more quickly this time around. I never thought I’d be the kind of person who was turned on by being rescued, but I’m undeniably keyed up from seeing Michael burst in to save me before anything bad happened. If it weren’t for how clearly into this he is, I’d probably be embarrassed about how close I am right now.

“Shit,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum. Your pussy feels so good. Fuck, Ella.”

“Me too,” I say, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and thrusting up against him to encourage him to go faster. “So close.”

Upon hearing that, Michael reaches between the two of us and starts working my clit with his fingers. The stimulation is enough to nearly make me lose my mind right there. I can’t think of anything but the way he’s fucking me in time with the way he’s rubbing circles into the little bundle of nerves.

“Michael!” I say urgently, unsure of what exactly I’m asking for.

“Go ahead,” he says, making up my mind for me. “Cum for me. Show me how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

His permission is all it takes for me to go tumbling over the edge. I nearly choke on the scream that escapes me, his name tasting like honey on my lips. He erases all of the craziness that has happened in the last few months of my life, replacing it with nothing but him and the safety he provides. I’m so overwhelmed by these feelings that I feel tears pricking in the corners of my eyes.

As my pleasure starts to wane, Michael’s climax grips him. His thrusts become shallow, lacking proper rhythm, and he bites down on my collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. Then, he fills me up with his seed, and a feral voice in my head screams for him to get me pregnant.

A few seconds after he finishes, he pulls off giving me an apologetic look. I can’t help the pout that fixes itself to my lips as he pulls his clothes back on. I don’t understand where he’s going.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling his shirt back onto his body. “I have to take care of something real quick.”

“You act like you have to hide a body,” I laugh, but he seems to freeze, not responding. “Uh, Michael?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks after a moment.

“Of course,” I say without hesitation. “I trust you with my life.”

“Then I have a lot to tell you when I get back,” he says, coming close to me again and bending down to kiss my forehead. “Just stay here. This won’t take long.”

“Okay,” I say, watching him leave.

His face is calm and collected when he walks to the doorway. There’s a part of me that thinks that I should be afraid of what he’s capable of. I know that he’d never turn against me, though. He can keep me safe, and that’s all I need. I’ve never trusted anyone the way I trust him, so no matter what he tells me, I know I’m going to be taken care of.

Epilogue

Six Years Later

Michael

Since marrying Ella, I’ve started relying on my network technician job for the bulk of my income. It’s certainly not as lucrative as making hits, but killing people for money is too risky now that I have a wife and two kids to take care of. That doesn’t mean I haven’t completely given up the work. Sometimes, an old contact of mine will call me with a job to take care of someone that’s been hurting women, and I can’t say no to getting a creep off the streets. The last one was a few months ago, though.

It’s been a few months since my last hit, though. For now, I work my normal nine to five job. Obviously, I still take any opportunity I can to watch Ella while I’m away from home.

I’m finished with my last job, so I check the cameras in the house one last time before I start the drive home. Obviously, I still take any opportunity I can to watch Ella while I’m away from home. She’s still working as a social media manager, using the office in our new home to do her job. Sometimes when I check on her, she’s taking care of our kids. Not today, though. Today, our children are with my parents, enjoying a fun day with them. Which is why what I see on the cameras doesn’t surprise me.

Ella is lying on our bed, clearly finished with her responsibilities for the day. She’s dressed in nothing more than some skimpy lingerie, something that I bought her for our last wedding anniversary. The gusset of her panties is absolutely soaked, and she’s rubbing circles against her clit through the lacy fabric.

As soon as I lay eyes on the sight, my cock starts to get hard in my pants. It’s a feat of pure discipline that I manage to get my truck started. Then, before I start the short drive home, I put my phone on the stand mounted to the windshield so I can keep an eye on her.

“You’ll be home soon,” I hear Ella’s sultry voice say through the video feed. Shortly after I moved her into my house, we invested in a better camera system, one with higher quality picture and a decent microphone. “So I know you’re listening.”

I curse under my breath. I love when she does this, teases me through the system that everyone assumes we have installed for security. She knows exactly how to get me riled up, and over the years her mouth has gotten downright filthy.

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