Page 46 of Mex

By the time my eyes open and my body stops shuddering, Mex is lifting me off his lap. Something in his demeanor has changed, and when he orders me to get on my hands and knees once more, I do as he asks. Getting in front of me, he rips the condom off and pushes his cock into my mouth as Fury gets on the bed behind me, taking me by the hips and sinking in deep.

It feels good, my body is high from the orgasm, so when he begins fucking me, of course I’m going to enjoy it. But, there is something missing now. Something ... has been removed from the room. Mex takes me by the hair and begins fucking his dick with my mouth as Fury fucks me from behind. The sensations are incredible, and I can’t stop the moans that leave my lips as I suck Mex in deep.

Up and down my head moves, and I can feel the moment Mex is about to find his release. His cock swells in my mouth, and then with a guttural growl, hot cum spurts down my throat. Behind me, Fury slows his thrusts, tipping his hips and fucking me deep and steady until he too growls and comes to a stop, his cock pulsing inside of me. Surrounded in men, it takes me a moment to experience every sensation before it’s quickly ripped away.

One minute they’re there ... the next they’re gone.

Looking up at Mex as he steps back, cum dripping from the end of his cock, I notice he won’t look at me. Instead, he turns and reaches for his jeans, pulling them on before finally making eye contact. “Lay on the bed. We’re not done.”

We’re not?

I do as he asks, moving away from Fury who gives me a lazy grin. I lie on the bed and watch as Mex opens the drawers beside it and pulls out a set of cuffs. He walks over, leaning down and snapping one onto my wrist before putting the other end on the bed head. Then, he straightens. Desperate to know what it is he plans on doing, I’m completely shocked when he picks up his shirt and pulls it on.

“What are you doing?” I question, confused.

“You don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you leave, do you?”

Shock fills my body as it registers what he is doing.

He isn’t going to continue with me.

He is restraining me so I can’t leave.

Shaking my head, I’m utterly speechless as I stare over at him. Fury does, too, and when he goes to say something, Mex puts his hand up, stopping him. “We have a deal. She gives us information. She leaves. She ain’t here to run around the club scopin’ things out, actin’ like one of us.She ain’t.”

Those words, they hurt.

So much that it catches me off guard.

I can do nothing but stare in utter horror and heartbreak as Mex orders Fury out of the room before walking over to the door himself. There is no way he’s actually going to leave me here. Did he just use me to get me in this room? The thought that I was nothing more than a quick fuck to get to an outcome is crushing, utterly crushing. It hurts more than I could have ever imagined.

I might be a lot of things, but what Mex just did was a low blow.

Fucking low.

“You can’t leave me here. I’m naked ...”

Mex walks over, taking the blanket and jerking it back. He puts it over me and murmurs, “Have a good sleep.”

Then, he’s walking to the door.

“Mex,” I call out, waiting for the moment he turns and tells me he’s joking.

He doesn’t stop.

“Mex, please,” I plead. “You can’t honestly be doing this.”

Nothing.

He reaches the door and glances back at me, our eyes meet.

“Is that all this was? A way to get me where you wanted me?”

A sharp nod, then he’s gone.

“No,” I scream into the bitter emptiness. “Mex. Don’t leave me here.”

He doesn’t come back; he leaves me used and abused on the bed. Like nothing more than a cheap whore.

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