Page 119 of Heartfelt Pain
People talk shit all the time. Ren dating a Zimin will generate a few snide remarks and they’ll argue about whether she’s cutting the Russians a better deal. Eventually, things will even out. People will get used to us. I’ll open up my shop. They’ll learn that I’m not influencing her work in any way.
“I’m not selling my business because of you,” she replies, swallowing more ice cream.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Ren selling her business is huge. “What are you going to do?”
She takes another bite of ice cream. “Imma be right here.”
The words are so quiet I have to lean forward to catch them. When I understand them, something warm glows in my chest.
She knows she’s never getting away. I’ve claimed her as thoroughly as she’s claimed me.
“You’re going to stop working and sit on my couch all day and eat ice cream?” As much as I love the thought of Ren nearby and at my disposal at all times, there’s no way she’s going to give up working.
“I want a selection of ice cream,” she says coyly. “That way I can mix up the flavors every day.”
I take the pint of ice cream out of her hand.
“What are you doing?” Based on how her cheeks turn scarlet she already knows what I’m doing.
Her lips are sweet and sticky. She leans into me, our foreheads touching. And then my hands reach for her hips, pulling her onto my lap.
She changed when she got here, helping herself to my clothes. They’re easy enough to get off, the giant T-shirt lifting over her head. All the while, her hips grind into me. It’s almost enough to lose focus. But not quite enough.
I’m gentle with her hand when I flip her onto her back. Her sweats glide off and then I’m lapping at her pussy. My tongue runs up her already slick folds. She moans, grinding down and my balls tighten.
I suck on her clit but if she thinks this will be a moment of release she’s wrong.
“Roma,” she groans when I pull back and lick her slit. “No. . .”
“Roma, yes,” I reply, my breath tickling her pussy. “You should’ve told me about your job.”
“You should’ve told me you moved a street away from Fujimori’s,” she complains back. I suck her pussy, causing her hips to jerk.
When I lift my head again, my chin is glistening. I climb up her body, forcing her to taste herself. My cock is straining against my pants and I work the zipper. Eager for her release, she lowers her good hand, trying to help me.
“Move that.” I lift her hand over her head.
“I’m in control.” She pouts.
“I’m sorry what was that?” I ask, my erection teasing her entrance. She pants, the tiny frown on her face adorable as she struggles to gain more of me. “Stay still or you won’t have this.”
She makes another disgruntled noise, but her hips stop moving. She whines, though. “Roma.”
“Yes, hellcat?” I kiss her again. Her body is a livewire, trembling in desperation. If she hadn’t been a brat, then I’d bespearing myself into her warm cunt, throwing all control out the window.
“Please.” She begs, her hips moving the tiniest bit. I raise a brow, a silent remonstrance. She stops moving. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
My cock slides all the way in. Her walls are so tight as she claims me, a groan catches in my throat.
There’s nothing slow or sweet. I thrust, hard and fast. She makes a noise and I hold her there, pounding in and out at an angle she likes.
“Please.” Her muscles tighten. It’s that tiny little moan that’s my undoing. I slam into her harder, shattering her.
She’s clenching around me when I pull my cock out of her. I ignore her confused little frown as I stroke myself, lifting on my knees. Streams of cum splatter across her chest as my back arches, the release draining me dry.
There’s nothing but the sounds of my breath as I push back. Ren’s thighs glisten with her arousal. Her legs remain parted and fuck if the sight doesn’t excite me all over again. Her mouth hangs open and my cum covers her tits.
Her brow wrinkles, another little adorable face. It feels special to see this side of Ren. The one who looks up at me with wide eyes and says, “I wanted you to come inside me.”
