Thankfully, Cairo still has his fingers wrapped around my lips to keep anything from leaving and being interrupted by the other piece of testosterone in the room.
Selfishly, I want the same thing. Cairo is this strait-laced being that when provoked or pushed enough, he’ll unleash. Before, I probably would’ve taken a lead pipe and smashed him upside the head with it.
But now, I’m as addicted as I am stupid.
These boys are going to either be the death of me or I’m going to be one hell of a lucky bitch.
“Just like that,” Sinatra praises, landing more kisses on my face. “This is only round one. I’m going to fuck you to sleep, and I’m still going to be fucking you when you wake up.” He hits the spot inside me that has my cunt clenching and a needy moan clashing against his palm. I’m beginning to spiral into that abyss of rapture that keeps me coming back for more.
More of him.
More of his brand of asshole.
More of those small moments of vulnerability that allude he’s starting to reallycare.
“I’m not sure if I’m turned on by you killing Vivian or if I want to bitch at you for shooting someone again.”
I didn’t kill her, obviously.
Nonetheless, I didn’t stop Levi from doing it either. Still wouldn’t. Vivian was a long time coming, and she kept fucking with me.
Withhim.
With Ozzy.
In the end, I might be going straight to hell for this. However, I’m hoping it relieves some stress between Cairo and Ozzy to where they feel lighter and freer. To where they don’t have to worry about what she’s going to do next and…maybe Ozzy will be more at peace.
That’s the hope, anyway.
“Right there, Little T,” Cairo grumbles low, still thrusting into me so hard that I’m definitely going to feel him in the morning. “I’m going to come.”
God, his voice is so goddamn sexy.
His cock refuses to let up and fill me. I’m a heaving mess against his hand, but I’d beg him to keep going if he stopped.
I need this like I need a vacation.
And this is the closest I’m going to get.
Cairo suddenly freezes up for a moment as his body shudders against my spine before he’s back to thrusting deep and hard. “Milk me. If you don’t fuckin’ come, I’m going to make you scream.”
He releases my mouth, returning his fingers to my clit, and I’m not entirely sure what he fucking does, but with the quick, needy movements of my release, I’m covering my own lips when I climax.
The man behind me keeps pounding into me, never letting up, never giving me an ounce of breathing room. And when he finally believes I’m done, he nestles his face into the crook of my neck and licks the sweat that’s formed there.
“Rest, Little T,” he mutters gently. “I’ll wake you up when I’m ready to go again.”
I didn’t believe he was serious.
But he was.
Cairo wakes me up two other times during the night to fuck me raw and mercilessly on the floor. Each time, he tells me how good I feel. Each time, he bitches at me for lying to him.
But when we’re close to breaking apart, he tells me how grateful he is and I need to come.
I’m surprised about the latter, but I remember how sore and exhausted I am.
So much so, I’m almost positive I heard him say that he loves me.
