Page 102 of A Pawn in the Game
Seven, eight and nine are slower but no less painful. Her skin has cracked in a few places, but she’s still counting.
The last one comes, and I don’t wait long enough for her to say ten before guiding my cock into her.
We groan in unison, her heat enveloping me like a glove. I place my hands on the back of her neck, to find purchase and slam into her. My abs contract, and my ass squeezes, already forcing off an impendingorgasm.
“Is this enough for you, baby? My cock filling you to the hilt,” I grit out, my jaw on the verge of breaking.
“Yes!” She moans once, twice, and on the third one she squeezes the life out of me, her pussy fluttering around my cock. Her body is wracked with shivers as her nails try to dig into the metal hood.
My vision is tunnel, seeing only the red of her ass and my cock dipping in and out of her, covered in her juices. I pump into her as hard as I can, but there’s no holding back any longer. My sight darkens, and I realize I closed my eyes. The earth-shattering feeling starts deep in my bones, traveling through every cell in my body. It slams through me, cutting off my oxygen supply. The thump of my heart is the only sound I hear. When I open my eyes. Sophie’s ass is a mess, and she’s dripping my cum down to her leggings.
The chill seeps into my skin, and I realize she must be freezing. I lift her underwear and leggings and pick her torso up from the car. She shudders in my arms. I dress her back in the hoodie and she breathes out a relieved breath.
“Better?” I ask.
“Better.” She shoots me a soft smile.
I open the back door of the car, gently pushing her to lie inside.
“What are you doing?” she protests. “We need to get to the hangar.”
“The plane can wait.”
She swallows, then bows her head. In the trunk, I dig through the bags to find the lotion for her. It takes some maneuvering, but tending to her wounded skin is not an option. I push the front seats forward to make room. Still, I’m too large for the small space, so I curl up on the floor the best I can, praying that I’ll be able to get out.
“How are you,mila?” I caress her cheek.
“Ok.” She notices my puzzled look, so she continues, “Better now.” She looks away. “The whole thing was weird…seeing him again. I’m not sure what I expected, but he seemed weak. Not the man I remembered.”
“Are you sorry we did this?”
“No. No way. He deserves this. He deserves to pay for his sins, not everyone around him.”
I stare at her for a moment to find if there’s any regret hidden behind her words, but I find only determination.
“On your stomach,” I eventually say, uncapping the special lotion we ordered online. It leaves a cooling sensation and helps speed up the healing process.
Sophie turns and I gently pull her pants back down. Her ass is a mess. A seed of pride blooms in my chest, knowing that she trusts me with this. I squirt the lotion into my hand and slowly rub it into her flesh, careful not to hurt her further. She lets out a long sigh and relaxes into the seat.
It’s hard to say how much time has passed, but by the time I’m done with the lotion, her breathing has deepened, and I realize she has fallen asleep. I wipe my palms on my pants, wiping the excess lotion off and get up from the floor with a grunt.
Slipping into the front seat, I start the car. The dashboard shows I’m driving under the limit, but I drive as carefully as possible so she can sleep in peace.
The lights are blinding as we get to the hangar, and I hope they don’t wake her up. I was expecting her to have trouble sleeping after our little adventure today, so her spontaneously falling asleep is a miracle I don’t plan to waste. It would also be better if she slept through the flight.
I wave to the uniformed guy in front of the plane, and he runs toward me.
“We were supposed to take off over half an hour ago…” he says in a rush, but I press my finger to my lips, shushing him.
My head motions to the back of the car and he notices Sophiesleeping inside. “I’m sorry, Mr. But we really need to get going if we don’t plan to miss the clearance.” This time, he whispers.
“The dogs?”
“They’re inside already.”
“Grab the stuff from the trunk, will you?”
He nods profusely and rushes back to load our things onto the plane. I lower to pick Sophie up from her spot. She murmurs something unintelligible, and I freeze in place, scared to wake her up. Luckily, after smacking her lips twice, she falls right back to sleep. I carry her to the plane and up the stairs, glaring at the attendant to cut the lights.
