"Fuck, baby, you smell so damn good. It's so hard to resist you," I moan. I slide my finger slowly through her wetness, dragging it from her tight entrance, to the tip of her clit and thenback again, playing with her as she breathes deeply in her drug-induced slumber. You're a fucking monster, just as much as the guy in the club bathroom.
I know I should stop. I should put her underwear back on, pull down her dress, and wrap her in my blanket; that's what a good man would do. What happened to her was traumatic enough tonight, and I shouldn't add to it with my depravity, but I can't seem to stop myself. The problem is, I have never professed to be a good man, not even slightly honorable if I'm being honest with myself. I want her, and that's all that matters.
My tongue slides between her folds, her flavor bursting on my taste buds, and her sweet musky scent engulfing my senses. "Sweet baby girl, I'm going to make you feel so good, promise." I lick and suck her clit, using my fingers to hold her open for me so that I can gorge myself on her taste. My hard cock is aching and throbbing in my boxers, and I can feel my precum sticking to the material, creating friction that has me moaning against her flesh as I press myself against the side of the sofa bed. Everything in me wants to remove them and fill her pretty, pink pussy up with my cock, thrusting inside her so deeply that she'll never be able to be rid of me.
I slip my forefinger inside of her tight hole, thrusting softly as her walls tense and tighten around me, and suck her clit into my mouth. Her slickness leaks from her, intensifying my belief that she's enjoying what I'm doing to her. I thrust another finger inside her tight hole, and her core clenches down like a vice, holding my digits hostage. "Fuck, sweet baby girl, you're still so tight. This beautiful pussy is mine, it's always been mine, and I will never allow you to fuck anyone else but me. Do you hear me, Cordelie? What I did tonight is but a taste of the violence I'm willing to commit for you."
My thrusting picks up speed as I feel her body undulating, and a small whimper slips from her lips that goes straight to mycock. "That's it, baby, come for me like the good girl you are," I whisper against her flesh, allowing my teeth to graze her swollen clit, as I hump the side of the sofa bed mattress in desperation to get off with her.
I force a third finger inside her tight, clenching entrance, and her lower body bows slightly off the mattress. Her closed lids shift as if she's trapped in a dream, and I hope that in it I'm providing her with pleasure. "Noooaahhh," she whispers as she comes on my digits, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and a sense of joy washes over me that’s it’s me she’s called out to.
"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful when you come for me," I groan as I feel my own orgasm sliding up my back like electricity. I release her leg and grab my cock, squeezing it tightly as my whole body trembles. I rise off my knees, slipping my fingers from inside of Cordelie's perfect cunt and pulling down my boxers, gripping myself tightly and coating my cock in her wetness as I stroke my cock mercilessly over her prone form. My cum shoots out of my tip and coats her creamy thighs in ribbons of translucent white, as I groan with satisfaction at seeing her be marked in my essence. "Damn, Cordelie, the only thing better would be to see my cum slipping from inside your tight hole, baby."
I'm so lost in the enticing, sexy image that I don't realize that Cordelie must have opened her eyes. "Noah?" She questions with a look filled with shock and horror, and all the air leaves my lungs as she attempts to scramble away from me.
CHAPTER 16
NOAH
The look of fear in her eyes should have my hard cock deflating instantly, but instead it has the opposite effect, and that snaps me out of my daze as I watch her take in her surroundings, and stare down with horror at her exposed pussy, and then my throbbing cock. Fuck, there is no way to excuse or talk my way out of what I was just doing. I can see the realization plain on her beautiful, pale face.
"No... what... what is... where am... I?" Her trembling voice trails off as she yanks her dress down, covering herself, and a crystal tear slides from the corner of her eye and down her face. My mouth waters with the need to consume it. In fact, if I weren't so sure she would scream and try to murder me, I would lean over and lick it right off her face. God, I truly am a monster, and I'm not even ashamed of it. There's something about the frightened way Cordelie is reacting that's so enticing, and it's bringing me closer and closer to the edge of losing all control.
In the back of my mind, the small part of me that's still rational is warning that this is not a normal response, and I don't want to hurt her. That she's everything to me, and I can't live without her. "It's all right, Cordelie. You're safe now. You're herewith me." I drop my grip on my cock, but the fucker is still hard as granite and bounces against my lower stomach. I take a step closer to her, and she squeaks out a terrified sound, moving to the furthest corner of the sofa, and as far away from me as she can get with disjointed movements.
"Were you... touching me? Where is... Faye?" Her panicked eyes search around my tiny, rundown bachelor apartment, as if her roommate might materialize at any moment and save her from me. "Where... am I?" She groans and grabs her head in pain, and I instantly worry that I missed something. Did that fucker bang her head somewhere? Fuck, I didn't even check her for injuries. I was too busy taking advantage of the opportunity to have her once more.You're a sick monster, filled with depraved rot. You hurt everyone you come into contact with.
"You're in my apartment.Safe.I... I rescued you from the fucker in the club's washroom who was trying to rape you. He drugged you, and you collapsed." I take a step back and reach for my discarded boxers, slipping them on while keeping a wary eye on her. She looks like a small, terrorized animal backed into a corner by a predator right now, and I know sooner or later her instincts will kick in, and when they do, she'll either flee or fight. An unhinged part of me wants to see which one she chooses, and how strong her survival instinct is. Come on, baby, show me what’s inside of you.
"You... rescued me from someone... trying to... rape me?" Her voice sounds so tiny and fragile as she questions me, and I can tell she's trying to replay tonight's events in her mind. "You... you were just touching... me." Her gaze goes to my hard cock, and I know she didn't miss what I was doing to her, like a small part of me hoped. She trails one of her hands down her thigh and brings her fingers, coated in my semen, closer to her face, her features filling with disgust. "Oh my god, Noah! What the hell did you do to me?!" Her frantic voice rises with panic, andher frightened blue-gray eyes get so large on her face that she appears cartoonish.
"It's not what you think!" I rush out, but it's exactly what she's thinking, and if I had had more time, it would have been a hundred percent what she's picturing. I wouldn't have been able to stop myself if she hadn't woken up. I'm having a hard time not jumping on the mattress and plunging my tongue inside of her mouth, to taste and sample her fear right now. It's taking every ounce of control I possess not to frighten her further.Do it, show her what a true monster you are.
"So... this isn't your fucking cum all over me, and you didn't have your cock out just now assaulting me?" She screams, the tone a mixture of rage and dread, as a cascade of tears makes its way down her cheeks. I watch her search around her for something she can use as a weapon against me, and for some reason, that amuses me. The thought of my little, fragile, and sweet Cordelie being violent with me does things to my chest, making it tight and hard to breathe, and I'm reminded that she's not the same Cordelie from when we were together.
She grabs a television remote from the side table and throws it at me, as she scrambles on the mattress searching for something else to hurt me with. The remote bounces off my shoulder and lands with a loud thud on the floor, but I resist the urge to grab her and hold her tightly until she listens to reason. "You saved me from a rapist, but you're no better! How could you do this to me?!"
"You'remine,Cordelie! I already fucking told you that!" Anger rises within me at her comparing me with that fucker. "I wasn't trying to take from you, sweet baby girl, I was trying to give you pleasure." Even to my own ears, my excuse sounds hella lame, but I dig in and go with it. The look of utter shock at my words has my lips twitching into a smirk that I know I shouldn't let her see right now.
"Pleasure?!"She shrieks. "I was almost raped tonight, and unconscious, Noah. Are you fucking insane?!" Yup, completely, especially where you're concerned, baby.
"I wasn't thinking clearly, Cordelie!" I growl as I grip my hair tightly, feeling strands rip from my scalp with my growing agitation, and her accusations that hit me like sharp daggers.
"Where the fuck am I, Noah?" She demands as she scrambles off the other side of the sofa bed unsteadily, her eyes searching for a way out of here. I clock when she notices the apartment door behind me and makes a move around the sofa bed toward it, but I step into her path. Her hands clench into tight fists as she stumbles back a few steps, until her back hits the wall and she has nowhere to go.
"You're in my apartment. You didn't have your keys or a purse, and I had nowhere else to take you, Cordelie." I rub at my eye, feeling the beginnings of a headache racing toward me. Fuck, every word I spew is digging a bigger hole that I won't be able to climb out of.
"Your apartment?" She questions, disbelief and disgust evident in her eyes as she glances around the space. "This doesn't look like your apartment!"
It's certainly not the one I lived in when we first got together, that's for sure. That place was luxurious compared to this dump, but when my parents cut me off, and my money started to dwindle, I had to move. I never told Cordelie that any of that was happening while we were together, and she never seemed to mind that we never went back to my place, and spent all our time in hers and Faye's apartment.
"Yeah, well, it's where I've lived for close to a year, Cordelie." The disgust and fury are evident in my tone. I catch the way she flinches at my words. Shit, I'm messing all of this up. This might be my one and only chance to win her back, and I've made a complete shambles of it. Her chest rises and falls frantically,and I start to worry that she's going to work herself into a panic attack.
"If I was unconscious and drugged, why didn't you take me to a hospital, Noah?" She has a valid point, but I can see she's already worked out why I selfishly didn't do that. "You asshole! You brought me here to take advantage of me! To force me to be near you, when I can't even stand the sight of you!"
I don't bother to deny any of her accusations. I can't, she's absolutely right. As much as she's pointing out all my faults and she's horrified at my behavior, I need her to get one thing through her pretty little head. "I brought you here because you won't let me talk to you, Cordelie. You won't allow me anywhere near you, baby. I... I wasn't thinking clearly. I was enraged that he dared touch what belongs to me."
"I'm not fucking yours, Noah! How many times do I have to say it to get it through that fucked up head of yours?"
