She stands up slowly, mildly groaning in pain, and says, “The only thing I know for sure is that I need to go to bed. The rest can wait.” She reaches out her hand to me.
I gotta be honest. For a second there I freeze. I don’t know what she’s going to do or say; until she wants me to take her hand.
I grab it. Her skin feels incredible. I don’t stop there; no, I pick her up in my arms carefully and take her to the bedroom. Nothing else matters, not the past or the future, just the present. This might very well be our last time together.
I put her on my bed.
I look into her eyes and notice they are full of desire. But not just that— they are lustful. I always wanted to tear her panties off, and this is the fucking moment I was waiting for. The second I do that, she jumps up and rips my shirt off. I thought I was the only one feeling wild. She desperately kisses me and tries to undress me at the same time. I know that urge, the need to feel the other person’s skin. It takes over you and asks for more at every second.
We kiss, long and hard, our lips are swollen, and the intensity is peaking. The more we kiss, the more lust we feel. Touching her imperfect skin becomes an addiction that is both merciless and selfish. I hunger for her. I lick her whole body; she moans loudly at my barbarity. The guards probably hear that.
Listen to what’s mine, motherfuckers.
Her arms twist over her head, desperately trying to hold onto something. But it’s impossible, right now I have total control over her body,it’s mine. She arches her back, lifting her breasts and giving me full access to them. I lunge forward, seizing the moment.
“I won’t fuck you until you beg me to do it.”
“Yes!” She moans.
“’Yes,’ what, babe?” I tease her.
“Yes! I want you to fuck me, Bruno! NOW!”
“That’s what I wanted to hear” I say, and without further ado, I ram my dick deep inside her. We both moan at the same time. We move frantically, desperately trying to fuck each other harder. Her tight pussy welcomes my cock like it’s a fucking god, and I’m happy to be able to give it to her. I just want to be her humble servant.
I move my hips back and forth, savoring every sensation, inch by inch. And just when she gets used to the rhythm, I let loose a barrage of hard, fast thrusts.
Our bodies collide violently.
We’re covered in sweat.
We needed this… I needed this. When I heard Asad say he was going to rape her, I simply lost it.
She’s mine.
Anyone who dares try and take what’s mine will fucking perish by my hand.
Sarah’s about to climax. That makes me even harder. Is that even possible? She grabs my face with both hands and looks at me profoundly.Is it love? Pure lust?
I let out a grunt and clinch her close. She buries her nails on my back. Not gonna lie— it hurts, my wounds are still fresh. But who gives a fuck? I can feel she’s about to come and that brings me closer as well. A few more thrusts, that’s all it’s going to take.
We both come at the same time. She moans loudly and squeezes me like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. I grab her ass and push myself deeper while I shoot my load inside her. It feels amazing. I’ve never been in a moment like this. I don’t want to let her go, ever. I need her.
Don’t go away.
I pull out and crumble on the bed. Sarah sneaks between my arms and lets out a big, satisfied sigh. To be honest, she fills up my ego.
“Your eyes are incredible, Bruno. I’ve always thought that, and I wanted to tell you,” she says.
“Have you looked into a mirror?” I ask mockingly offended. She knows what I mean and chuckles.
“Green and blue…” She says while running her hand through my forearm. “Bruno… I’ve made my decision.” Her tone changed. I keep quiet, waiting for her to finish that sentence. But she doesn’t.
“What is it, babe?” I ask anxiously, only to be surprised by the faintest of snores.
She fell asleep.
Fucking great.
