He pushed his finger inside her vagina while thrusting in her anus, utterly ignorant of her cries for help. He slapped her vagina underneath her legs, and she flinched upwards.
He then pulled her by the hair and dragged her on the floor from the sofa; He pushed her jaw open and shoved his member inside her mouth. He held her hair and pushed her head towards his body, feeling himself inside her throat. She coughed as she began to choke, but he did not release it, loving the feeling of saliva lathering up his dick.
He allowed her to breathe for a bit and forced himself in her mouth again.
“Suck it!’’ he ordered.
Her eyes were red with suffocation, but she kissed the head of his penis and sucked on it. She released her tongue and trailed it from the head of his penis to his shaft, taking multiple rounds from top to bottom and all around it. He looked down and pushed her chin upwards, forcing her eyes to make a contact with his.
He pushed her body on the ground, hovering over her to spread her legs so he could force his cock in her. He dove in as fast as he could, securing her mouth with his palm to prevent her screams. He shoved in harder and faster.
“I’m going to cum’’ he whimpered.
He quickly used her ponytail to guide her mouth and he finally released. He was shoving his cock right in her throat as she swallowed it. He loudly moaned as he loosened his grip around her hair, releasing her.
He stood there, observing Amelia’s limp body, her hands clutching the velvet of the sofa. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead and walked towards his bedroom.
"Mom?" Alex stood in the doorway of his room.
Kyle's head spun around. "Go back to bed!" He growled, and Alex hurried back inside, his eyes moistened with tears. She felt the world burn to dust around her. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel to a child to wake up in the middle of the night and find his mom lying naked on the couch while his Dad fucked her like some wild heathen.
***
The memories of the night gnawed at his mind. Tiredness devoured every inch of his body as he walked into his house, carrying Amelia’s azure fur scarf in her arm. In her unconscious state, she had dropped it, and his mind had been too preoccupied to realize it until she left in the cab. A sweet lavender smell wafted from the surface, and Marco desired to press the soft fur to his nostrils. He thought otherwise. Though Amelia was beautiful and possibly his soul mate, he wasn't still sure he wanted to tangle himself in these feelings too soon. He sank into the nearby couch with a groan. Tugging the loose tie off his neck, he tossed it aside.
Outside, the city was sleeping. Faint yellow light leaked through the large French windows at the wings of the room, filling it with a peaceful quietude. He tore the slick shirt off himself, threw the silk pants to the side, and strolled towards the fireplace. As he lit the flames in the grate, the orange light danced across the slender scars meandering across his bare chest. He stationed himself once again at his favorite spot. Moonlight splayed across his face as he stood, eyes fixed on his family in the picture. His friends and wolf mates he’d left behind.
He fisted his hands and rubbed at his eyes, trying to focus. Drowsiness seared through his mind as he finally slid into bed, his eyes resting on the fur scarf that was folded on the mantelpiece, and an unexpected smile settled across his lips.
Slipping an arm beneath his head, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep. A jolt of searing pain climbed up his sleeve, enveloping his chest and forced Marco to rise in haste, clutching his stomach tightly. His eyes swiftly scanned the room, but he was utterly alone. With horror, he instantly realized…Amelia. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and punched in her number. As he pressed the phone to his ear, the sound of ringing and the rapid beating of his heart echoed his sense. But she wouldn’t pick up. Anxiety gripped at his mind, and he snatched his keys and headed for the door, only to stop midway.
She might think he was a freaking stalker. Marco!. This would be twice in a single day. He couldn’t imagine drifting her away by always suspiciously showing up at the right moment.
He tried to eliminate the worst possible scenarios from his mind and get his mind to think a little straight. Perhaps, it’s Amelia’s time of the month. Yikes, women. Maybe it’s not something insanely dangerous. At least, I hoped it wasn’t.
But he had to be sure.
He decided to drop in a text on WhatsApp.
“Hey. Marco here. Just checking in. I hope you arrived home safe.”
He re-read it and decided that it was actually pretty straightforward, and didn't sound like something that might make her feel awkward. Though he had a lot of great ideas, he thought chuckling to himself. But he’d save that for later.
Long minutes passed, and she didn't respond. That would probably be the first time in his life that Marco had restrained himself from doing something that seemed like the most logical alternative in a situation. He ran fingers through his hair, his feet clicking at the floorboard impatiently. When a soft ‘ting’ tore the air, he snatched his phone with a sigh of relief.
“Yes, I did. Thank you.”
“Can we meet out for drinks tomorrow, as promised?” He sent another text.
She read it and finally replied.
“Sure.”
God, she was playing hard to get, huh. His mouth curved into a smile, as he typed,
“Perfect. Meet you at the Ace of Clubs, then. 6 ‘o'clock.”
“Sounds cool.”
