She didn’t protest, but I saw the excitement in her eyes as I pushed her down on the bed and pulled my jacket off, my shirt following it. She pushed up from the bed and grabbed the top of my jeans, pulling the fly down quickly and releasing my cock from its prison. Her teeth grabbed onto her bottom lip as she looked at it.
“Go on,” I urged. She didn’t need to be asked twice as she gripped the base of my cock and swallowed him whole. I could’ve cum right there and then as I felt her warm and wet mouth enclose around me and take me deep down her throat. She moaned, tasting herself on my cock as she sucked me hard. I wound my fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. She looked up at me, her eyes darker than I’d ever seen them before, almost black, as I looked down at that smeared makeup and my wet cock.
Jesus.
Why did this feel so right?
I pushed her head back down at the same time as I pushed my jeans down over my ass so she had full access. She went to town on my cock, squeezing and sucking in the right rhythm until I could feel my balls pull with need. She didn’t stop when I tried to push her back, instead, she sucked me harder, stroking faster as she brought me to the edge.
I roared out as my balls emptied into her mouth. She took each blast of cum, swallowing it down quickly.
I yanked her blouse open, the buttons flew everywhere around the room as I pulled it from her arms. The lace bra had leather straps over the top of her breasts. I unlatched the bra from behind her and pulled it off her arms roughly, unleashing those full breasts. They hung down, all natural, which you didn’t see much these days.
She was laying down on the bed, her breasts falling to the side of her chest and making my cock hard already.
How the fuck was that even possible?
I leaned down, unzipping her skirt from the side and pulling the material down and off her legs. I stepped out of my jeans as I ran my hands up her legs, her skin smooth as silk, as if she’d just freshly waxed. She let out a moan at the feeling. I grabbed the sides of her underwear, yanking the thin bit of material so roughly, Maurelle screamed in delight as the pieces of lace ripped to pieces. I ran my finger down the slit of her pussy, pushing down on the area I knew would send her into overdrive. She arched her back, her nipples pebbling as I found the spot that needed attention the most. Her hands went up to the sheets above her head, fisting so that she had something to grip onto. I knelt between her legs, pulling her thighs up and dragging her ass down to the edge of the bed. She pulled the sheet with her, the material wrapped around her arms and head like a cape. My tongue dove in between her lips. She arched her back up off the bed again, her hips trying to join in. I held one hip down as my tongue located her clit.
She screamed out as I let my teeth graze over the sensitive tissue.
Her breathy pants were enough to make my cock strain and wish it was buried inside of her, yet again. I wanted to push this out, who knows what she’d do to me after we were done. I had every intention of making her cum more than once, and maybe have her at my mercy for once.
Her thighs closed in on the sides of my head but it didn’t stop me from pushing another finger in and hooking my fingertips upward. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as I felt her hips buck in a rhythm that told me she was about to explode. I pushed a third finger in and immediately the scream that erupted from her told me she’d burst. She grunted as she ground herself into the mattress as her hips rotated over and over again. Slowly, her body relaxed as the release melted her. I got up, grabbing her by the knees and yanking her legs up. Her back was buried into the mattress as I pushed my cock into her without warning.
She gasped, her eyes wide, as she looked up at me with shock. I didn’t push into her slowly, I shoved my cock into her so fast, I felt her pussy pulsate around me. She was so fucking tight. Tighter than I would think someone her age would be. I let her pussy slowly stretch around me before I pulled my cock out and thrust back in. I started to pound into her for dear life, the need to fill her with my seed more than I could fathom.
How could she be a murderous black widow? How could I be so obsessed with her when I had taken an oath to work against her kind?
I powered into her, fucking her into the mattress. The sheet was wrapped around her still, as her hair stuck to her face, her eyes rolling back into her head. I gripped her hips as I angled her waist in a way that I could get deeper into her.
God … how did she feel so fucking good?
She tried to get up, but I gripped the sheet with one hand and pulled it up so she was caught in it, as I hammered my cock into her, over and over again.
Her pussy clasped around me, her moans turning guttural as I felt my balls tingle. I rubbed a thumb over her clit just as she screamed out, her legs tensing as her pussy squeezed me so tightly that I immediately felt my cock explode into her. I grunted as my release left me and shot deep into her.
I could barely breathe as I tried to regain my composure. I pulled from her and landed beside her on the bed. Our breathing was the only sound in the room as I lay next to the black widow who haunted my dreams, who made me commit crimes to protect her or her daughter.
I knew right here and now that I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe. No matter how crazy and unethical it was.
Maurelle
Kane was in the bathroom, leaving me alone in his bedroom. It felt like I should leave, escape from him and go about my life again, under the radar, but my body wouldn’t move.
I got up and pulled the sheet back down over the top of the mattress. I laid on one side of the bed, letting the air cool my sweaty body, and waiting for Kane to come back. I had no idea what I was doing here, just laying here, allowing him to be in control of me. Yet, he was the only man I trusted not to fuck me over, or beat me, or do something I didn’t want. I liked the way he told me with his hands in my hair what he wanted. He was the first one I liked tasting as I sucked on his cock like a lollipop.
What was happening to me?
He came back into the room, towering in the doorframe, his wide shoulders only just fitting in the frame. I liked the peppering of hair on his chest, some of the hair was turning gray, before the hair on his head. The first part of him that showed his age. His body still had the outline of his abs, possibly from a six pack when he was younger. Every inch of him was muscle, and I loved how goddamn good he looked naked.
Kane didn’t say anything. He moved over to the bed and laid down beside me. It felt nice to have him just lay there, and not say a thing. Our breathing mingled in the air together, until I felt safe enough to fall asleep. The darkness was taking me and I allowed it.
“I told you to clean this up,” I heard his voice, deep and dark, from behind me as I tensed. I turned around to see his face, eyes glassy from his drunken state, as he towered over me. “What do you do all day?”
“I’m sorry, Randall,” I said, my voice shaking with fear. “I’ll clean it now.”
“Why do you not do as I tell you?” he asked, grabbing my head, and pulling me closer. I could smell the rum on his breath as he pulled me so tight that I could feel his nails digging into my scalp.
