Page 58 of Encircled in Darkness
“Over thirty.”
She smiled up at me and brushed her hand over my growing length, her brown eyes twinkling at me. I leaned up and brought my lips to hers. “How does that make you feel? To know I watched every moment of your life?”
“Cherished.” She whispered against my lips. “Protected. Loved.”
Her soft lips pressed against mine and I gripped the back of her hair, kissing her until we both fought to catch our breath, teeth clashing and biting to gain dominance. Pulling back, Amaya whispered. “Will you show me one of us?”
When her gaze met mine, I saw her desire,her darkness, looking back at me. My cock grew impossibly hard in my pants and she caressed and stroked me through my thin cotton shorts as I opened my laptop. Amaya turned her head over her shoulder and watched as I pulled the footage from our first time together at my apartment. The first time her darkness met my monster. The first time I could express my love for her, even if I never spoke the words.
The footage played, me pressing her against the wall, and she turned the volume up as she faced me. Reaching up, she tugged on the waistband of my shorts and I lifted my ass so she could pull them off. My hard length bobbed between us and she gripped the base tightly and leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on the tip.
The sounds of me speaking to her, just before I entered her tight pussy echoed into the room.
‘Be patient, sweetheart. Good girls get rewarded. Naughty girls get fucked.’
Amaya screamed through the speakers, shouting my name, ‘James’and at the same time, she licked the crown of my cock before swallowing the head into her hot, wet mouth. I gripped my hands into her hair as she pumped her hand and bobbed her head while I watched us on the screen.
The sound of slapping flesh, her begging for more, filled the apartment as I groaned into the room, flexing my hips while she worked her mouth faster up and down my shaft. I could feel the tingles in my spine as she slurped and sucked harder, matching the tempo I was fucking her to on the footage.
“Fuck, Amaya. I’m going to cum.” I muttered, the orgasm pressing so hard, I felt like I was going to be split apart.
She hummed on my shaft and brough her other hand to stroke in tandem with her mouth. I exploded, filling her mouth with my salty seed as the monitor showed her coming on my cock, her panted moans drowning out my own sounds of pleasure.
She brought her eyes to mine, my hands still gripped into her hair as she pulled back from my cock and swallowed. She licked her lips and placed a soft kiss on the sensitive tip. Smiling, she bit her lip as the sounds of me filling her pussy reverberated. Turning, she watched as my face contorted in pleasure and her body convulsed from the aftershocks.
She climbed onto my lap, her wet pussy pressing against my still hard cock, and she kissed me. Her gaze was naughty as I turned the TV off, blanketing us in silence. Amaya squirmed on my lap and I brushed my hands across her thighs.
“You’re not mad that I watched you, seeing every single thing you did?”
“No. You watched me to protect me. You kept me safe and you gave me vengeance. I could never be mad about that.”
My phone sounded again, and I knew it was time to deal with Greg.
“I need to take care of someone then I’ll be back. Will you wait here for me?”
“Someone?” she asked, her nostrils flaring and her eyes filling with rage. “Is it Greg?”
She was afraid of Victor. Greg, she had fury for, and I asked her, “Would you like to come with me?” Smirking, I wanted to see if her darkness was ready to gain its final revenge.
Amaya licked her lips and met my feral gaze. “Yes.” Her rage was boiling under the surface and when she bit her lip again, the monster howled that I had the perfect woman. She welcomed the monster and beckoned him to the surface, ready to get bloody with him. I kissed her hand and helped her stand before we got dressed and met an amused Devlin in the lobby.
Amaya
We pulled back up to the warehouse and I looked out the window at the derelict building. I shouldn’t want to be here. Nothing inside me had ever wanted to watch someone be hurt, or worse, but when I saw the video of my sister and watched as the four men celebrated her demise, something deep inside changed. I knew evil existed in the world. Seeing it for myself, feeling the pain that lacerated me to the bone, I knew I had to witness its destruction.
At least the destruction of Greg and the evil he brings to the earth.
Devlin drove and James was in the front seat, furiously typing on his computer. The sound of a motorcycle sounded, and I saw Skid pulling up along the truck. He climbed off and removed his helmet before his gaze caught mine. He smirked and gave me a wink as he walked toward the driver’s door.
“I thought you might want to see this. Its hot off the presses.” He handed Devlin a newspaper through the window and James turned his laptop at the same time.
The paper and the website were from Lincolnville and the article’s headline read.‘Overnight crash claims the lives of four men.’I gasped and I saw all three men turn to me in the backseat.
“You can do that?”
“One day real soon, James needs to tell you about our business.” Devlin vaguely remarked and opened the door, leaving James and I alone.
He and Skid walked into the warehouse and James turned in his seat, his eyes dancing with delight. “I told you I had it covered.”
