Page 38 of Resistant

I kiss down her neck, and she trembles in my arms. I continue my downward journey; my fingers soap up her pussy. I turn her briefly to rinse and I throw her leg over my shoulder and press my mouth to her cunt. I devour her. She’s clutching my hair, riding my face, and Jesus, the noises she’s making. I press two fingers inside her and growl,

“I want to hear you screaming Brynn. Let go for me Angel.”

She picks up her pace grinding into me. I lap at her greedily, suck her clit into my mouth until she’s panting in time with my fingers rubbing that special spot inside.

I dip my tongue inside her tasting her cream. And I slide my tongue back over her clit sucking and licking again and again. Her moans turn into cries, and she’s screaming her voice hoarse as her body locks up over me, I slide my arms over her ass and lower back to hold her still. I’m relentless, drawing her orgasm out. She suddenly stops screaming and I look up to see her mouth locked in a silent O.

The damn bursts, her release flooding my hand, I lick as much of it as I can as she screams out her release in a rush of syllables that sounds something like,

“ohgoddecluunnnnn!” and whimpers.

I soften my mouth and lick her gently, moaning at the taste of her.

She slides down my body and I hold her to me.

“Such a good girl, my Angel.” I chuckle, “The whole block heard that, for sure the fuckers listening on the bugs heard you loud and clear.”

She snickers, “I hope they all have blue balls.”

I snort and pull her close. The voice in my head says,Mine! Will she willingly stay here with me? Because this is quickly becoming a compulsion for me.

“C’mon Brynn, let’s get something to eat and we should put the bed together.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, “Hmmm, okay. Can we wait and see how long until the hot water runs out?”

I grab the shampoo and lather her hair, “Yeah, Angel, we can do that.”

I can hear Brynn banging around in the kitchen, while I’m struggling with the bed frame. Setting up beds is not exactly a good solo activity, but this will work in my favor when I accidentally bang the shit out of the frame and break the bug.

Fuckers, it’s one thing to be in the stocks or put on a show, but to purposefully spy on a man in his bedroom is deplorable. I sigh, working out the angles in my head on how I’m going to slam the frame into the closet wall just so, and remember I’m a number to the Reform, a prisoner. I’m only marginally valuable because of my skill set. But I’m still disposable.

I spin the frame and deliver a sound thwack right in the middle of the headboard, and yell,

“Fuck!” for good measure.

Brynn runs into the room wearing only my t-shirt and holding a wooden spoon with red sauce dripping off it. I turn the frame over and smile in triumph at her.

I point to the metal bar where the camera was embedded, and the tiny device is smashed to smithereens. Brynn does a silent happy dance, and I freeze as my t-shirt rides up her hips and I see her cunt and her ass peeks out from under the hem.

She stops and stares at me and I swear to God I am growling. Her eyes widen and she scurries out of the room. My inner beast gives chase and I catch up with her in the kitchen where I sling her over my shoulder, and she cackles. God, what a lovely sound.

I reach over and turn off the burner, a pot steaming with meat sauce and the noodles ready to boil. I breathe in deeply; how many years has it been since I had spaghetti?

I feel like a king, with a beautiful laughing woman in my arms and a glorious actual meal to be eaten for my dinner tonight. I slowly let Brynn down, look her in the eye and say,

“Thank you, Brynn.” I kiss her forehead and go back to the bedroom to finish up.

Later, we eat until we’re both miserably full. Brynn sighs and stretches out on the couch,

“So full.” She whispers. I rub my stomach and groan agreeably. I sit for a few moments, listening to Brynn breathe.

“Bed.” I whisper and kiss her soundly on the mouth. She follows me to the bathroom and grabs her toothbrush, holding it out to me and smiling.

“What, you want some toothpaste, Brynn?”

“Yes, please.”

“What do I get for toothpaste?”

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