We moved quickly through the mansion's labyrinthine corridors, our steps muffled by the plush carpet. As we reached the front door, I turned to him, waiting for the guards to pass.
“I’ll be in touch,” I whispered to E, a mischievous grin playing at the corner of my lips.
“Don'tfucking touch her, War. Your job is to watch—that's it.” E returned my smile, understanding the gravity and the thrill of the situation.
As we stood there, discussing his sinister plan, E's laughter filled the room, a sound born of relief and defiance, certain he’d outsmarted anyone foolish enough to challenge him. Obviously, this girl had done something to him, but what?
This job had taken an unexpected turn, but I would adapt, as I always did. I thrived in chaos, adapting and conqueringwhatever came my way. As the mansion doors swung open, revealing the moonlit snowy landscape, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the next chapter in this dangerous game.
After getting my money, I went straight to the bar, needing a drink and hoping one of my favorite girls was there. Driving, the snow came down hard, making it even harder to see the streets of New York in the whiteout conditions, but eventually I made it to my destination. At the bar, drink in hand, I went right up to Addison, looping my arm around her waist.
“Hey, handsome. Wanna dance?” she asked, licking her lips as she ground against me.
“Of course, I want a fucking dance, Addi. Now twerk that ass for me, baby.”
Addison smirked playfully and started moving her hips in sync with the music, her body swaying against mine, her ass pressed against my cock—a perfect fucking fit. The dimly lit bar vibrated with wild, rhythmic beats, and the scent of alcohol hung thick in the air. As she danced, I discreetly slipped E's money into her bra, a small token of gratitude for her “companionship.”
Lost in the moment's pulsating energy, I was captivated by Addison's mesmerizing movements, running my hands all over her body. The world outside the bar faded away as we created our escape, a temporary haven from reality's chaos.
The crowd around us watched with envy and desire, their eyes yearning for a taste of our electric chemistry. But I was oblivious,consumed by Addison's graceful dance and the euphoria coursing through me. Each sway of her hips, each brush of her fingertips against my chest, intensified the hunger within, and it took everything not to fuck her right then and there.
Addison had been my girl for a year now—not girlfriend—just girl. We fucked, and that was about it, but she was always there when I needed her, and it worked. She had her life, and I had mine, which neither of us knew anything about, and that's the way it was—that's the way it had to be. As the song reached its climax, Addison's movements became more provocative and daring.
She leaned in close, whispering with a teasing tone, "Wanna take this somewhere more private?"
Her words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a flame of desire I couldn't ignore. “Let's fucking go.”
I quickly finished my drink, nodding approvingly at Addison's suggestion. We navigated the crowd, hand in hand, as the music faded. The cold wind outside bit at our faces, contrasting with the warmth building between us.
Within minutes, we were at a nearby hotel, our footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The anticipation grew with each step, fueled by the forbidden fantasies we were about to indulge.
"Leave your dress on, but pull it up so I can see your ass, Addi.”
I dropped my pants to my ankles and shoved her against the windows, giving her a view of the snow-covered city. She lifted her dress, baring her ass, and made her cheeks bounce.
“Like this?” she asked playfully.
I brought my hand down across her ass, leaving a bright red handprint—she didn’t flinch.
"Perfect... now you know the drill," I whispered into her ear, wrapping my hand around her neck.
"Again, War?”
I tightened my grip, dragging her towards the bed. Lifting her by her throat, I threw her onto the bed, watching her land with a slight bounce before she scurried toward the pillows.
"Either I choke you out and then fuck you, or you play dead and I fuck you...take your pick, Addi.”
"I'll play dead, you freak,” she laughed as I crawled toward her, waiting for her to play the fucking part. I had a thing for fucking a bitch who liked to play dead, so?
"You go along with it every time, and you've even let me choke you until you passed out... and I fucked your unconscious body, Addi... you're a freak too, baby."
She smiled, laying down, slowly relaxing every part of her, so she began to look at peace—like she was dead… Her eyes closed, and her breathing became shallow, her chest barely moving. I slid between her legs, easing my cock between her dripping pussy lips, sliding into her in one thrust, putting power behind the jerk of my hips—she didn't move...good girl.
I don't know how she did it, but she sure as fuck acted like she was dead as I fucked her, taking my time drilling her tight, sloppy pussy until I was pulling out and spilling my cum all over her throat, giving her a pearl necklace. It was so fucking sexy to see. Behind closed doors, time stood still as passion took over, erasing all worries and inhibitions.
Hours blurred into moments, and moments into memories, as our bodies merged in a rough symphony of passionate desire. Her soft whispers, my carnal moans, and the fierce embrace created a masterpiece unique to our own secret world. And as the darkness began to peek through the curtains, casting solemn rays of moonlight, we lay intertwined, basking in the aftermath of our uninhibited passion. But as the world outside stirred with possibility, reality came knocking.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked as I silently dressed, leaving her on the bed covered in cum—nothing new.
