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Especially covered in blood.
Taking my hand, she allows me to help pull her up. Her hand feels small in mine, but not frail. Not weak. She has shown her strength through her actions tonight, and she is the woman I need by my side.
I haven’t wanted or needed a partner in life, but this woman…She is my other half in all ways that matter.
Her chaos needs my calm.
My apathy craves her passion.
And our demons are the same.
Looking into her radiant green eyes, I know I've found my equal. I don't know how I've lived this long without her, but I refuse to go another day without her.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I press her body into mine. She fits so perfectly here…in my arms…in my life.
“Let's show this piece of shit what exactly he lost when he betrayed your trust,” I say, smiling down at my girl.
“How would you like to do that?”
I bring my hand to the nape of her neck, holding her face gently, pressing my thumb under her chin, lifting it to give me a better view of her stunning face.
Slowly, I lower my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Softer than I’ve ever been capable of. My darling beauty brings things out of me that I’ve never allowed before.
Sweeping my tongue out, she parts her lips, allowing our tongues to dance in a sensual greeting. “Just like I thought…sweeter than the sin you promise to deliver.” My hand moves to the back of her neck and grips tightly, deepening the kiss. Myother hand moves up from her lower back to her throat. As soon as my grip tightens, her body melts into mine.
Minutes pass with us just devouring each other, and everything around seems to just disappear once again. It’s crazy how that tends to happen. How quickly she has become the center of my universe.
Pulling out of the kiss, I flip her around so her back is to my front with my large palm still holding her by her throat. My other hand moves to her stomach, pulling her shirt up and sliding my hand down the front of her sweats.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, pressing her tight little ass back into my crotch, feeling how hard I am for her. Both of her hands come up to grip my forearm tightly, like that's the only thing keeping her up.
Which the way she's swaying it probably is.
My hands slip into a pair of cotton panties, running my middle and ring finger over her folds, making her take a deep inhale of breath. Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I slide them knuckle deep into her entrance.
“You're so fucking wet for me, Sweetness. Tell me what you need,” I ask, as she moans loudly.
“Well…” Jackson says, before my girl can respond. I hear the creaking of the stairs as he stands up. "That's my cue to leave. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you fuck her."
Both of us turn our heads watching as he walks up the steps. “What's wrong, Jackson? Jealous?" I ask loudly, making him stop halfway up the stairs. My eyes narrow at him.
He looks over the banister, while I continue thrusting my fingers deep inside my girl, letting the base of my palm press against her clit. Her panting breaths are the loudest thing in the room, since Ethan's cries have calmed down and are barely audible.
Leaning on the banister with his arms crossed, he winks at Kata, who gives a little breathy chuckle, as her hips are still moving with my hand, chasing her pleasure.
“Yeah, I am actually, “ he replies, cocking his head to the side. Instantly, I'm picturing his death in my head. He's been lying to her about being gay. I knew he was using that just to get close to her, and he's been waiting to make his move.
My fingers slow as I'm about to pull my hand from her panties. Ready to end him. One of her hands drops to hold me secure inside her pants, so I don't stop. I'm glaring at her friend on the stairs. He takes notice of my change and laughs.
“Jealous she's getting some dick. Not what you're thinking, asshole. Calm the fuck down,” he says standing up straight and walking up the stairs again. From the top of the stairs, he says, "I’m gonna wait for you guys up here. Finish this, Toots!”
“Ignore him, Van,” she breathes, while grinding her ass against my hard cock. I groan loudly from the friction. And just like that…her words, her voice, and her tight little body bring me back.
Pulling my hand from inside her pants, she sags in my hold missing my touch. But I don't release her throat as I begin to pull her joggers and panties roughly down her legs. Once I get them to her knees, she helps me remove them. After toeing her sneakers off, she lifts her knees to get them off quicker.
Her movements are frantic, and it's spurring me on knowing she wants this as much as I do. My hand drops to her wet pussy, as she opens her thighs wider for me, giving me better access. “You want me to fuck you in front of this worthless piece of shit. To show him how a real man treats his most prized possession?"
“Oh God, yes," she mewls, making me chuckle.
