Page 156 of The Loathing

Looking down, I admire the view before pulling out of her and teasing the head of my cock at her tight opening.

“Relax baby, I promise this’ll feel so good,” I hum, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I edge into her slowly and gently.

“Shit, Titus, slowly…” she cries out and I rub soft circles over her hip bone trying to distract her.

“There’s a good girl, you’re taking me so well,” I moan, my whole body tensing as I slip a little further into her as my other hand cups her pussy before slipping two fingers inside of her, working her up.

“Oh,” her pussy tightens around me.

“There we go,” I smile as I fill her with one last thrust then let my fingers fall from her hot, wet pussy. “Fuck, baby, I wish you could see how good you look,” I moan, both hands on her hips as I slowly move in and out of her in gentle, short, strokes.

“Titus,” she pants, and she lifts one of her legs, so her knee is resting on the edge of the bed and I slip in deeper, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. “I need more,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine as she looks over her shoulder at me and I do as she asks. Teasing two fingers at her opening, I fuck her hard but slow, riding into her and I don’t stop until she is a trembling mess beneath me as I snatch an orgasm from her and I follow, pumping all of me into her virgin ass and I lose it as I pound into her twice with hard thrusts.

Slipping out of her gently, I hear her hiss as she falls forward on the bed and I cover her back over with her satin panties and I watch as my arousal drips from her. I crash beside her, resting up on my elbow as I brush my fingers across her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my eyes on hers the whole time.

“I am, I am perfect, Titus… thank you,” she mumbles and my heart swells in my chest.

“Don’t thank me, Twilight.” I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her lips.

“It was the perfect goodbye,” she pushes up and lets her skirt fall and my heart cracks.

“It was the perfect goodbye,” I whisper as she disappears into the bathroom and closes the door behind her.

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She sits all pretty at her dressing table as she brushes through her wavy, red hair. I watch as she styles it into a low bun, fastening it in place with slider clips. She tugs a few curly strands from her hair, and they fall to frame her face.

She really is the definition of beautiful. Finishing her look with a bright red lipstick that pops against her ivory skin, she looks every bit bride.

I am lost in thought when I hear the bedroom door bang open and I stand instantly, moving to where Amora is as I try to guard her.

“It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” I snarl, and I notice that he isn’t alone. An impeccably dressed doctor rounds the door frame and stands with a black, leather doctor’s bag.

“Get on the bed Amora,” Wolfe snaps and commands and I hold my hand out indicating for her to not move.

“She’s getting ready.”

“And I don’t give a shit, bed, now,” Wolfe’s voice booms round the room and I watch as Amora flinches.

“Why?” She asks as she stands up and steps to the side of me, revealing herself fully and I watch as Wolfe’s eyes sweep over her but there is nothing. No emotion, no admiration or adoration… nothing.

“I want the doctor to check if you’re actually pregnant and you’re not pulling a little stunt.” He glowers at her, his eyes hooded.

“Why would I lie?” her tone is sharp, but she still moves towards her bed.

“I don’t know Amora… why would you?” sarcasm drips from Wolfe’s tone and it takes all the strength I have not to fly at him.

Amora lays down, her head turning to look at the doctor who is walking over to her sheepishly. I follow.

“How are you, Amora?” The doctor asks as he indicates for her to lift her dress.

“I’m okay,” her voice is small, and I hate that he is putting her through this.

She eyes the room and I try and block as much of her as I can from Wolfe’s seedy eyes.

“Don’t hide on my behalf little monster, I’ll be seeing it all very soon anyway,” his voice fills the room and I even get shivers dancing up and down my spine at his seediness. I ignore the blood that is currently thrashing in my ears at his words and just focus on Amora.

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