“Thank you for deleting it.”
“You’re welcome.”
“They’ll recover, right?”
“Camden will spend the remainder of his life wheelchair bound, and Allison’s face resembles mine.”
“I’m grateful you came to my rescue, but this is wrong.”
“They deserve far worse.” I walk around the desk to be closer to her.
“The Bible teaches—”
“Such a hypocrite.” I finger the cross pendant before snatching the necklace from her neck. “You think wearing this absolves your sins?” I toss it into the garbage can.
“No!” she yells in outrage and tries to retrieve the mangled jewelry, but I slam her onto the desk.
“You need a reminder that your body is no longer a temple. It’s mine to fuck… mine to abuse… mine to fill with cum.”
“Let me up!” She vehemently struggles to stand.
“Stay still,” I demand, grinding my elbow into her back.
I free my dick and yank her bottoms down. Splotches of bright red cover the pad attached to her panties.
“I’m hurt!” she cries. “Please, don’t!”
I ram my throbbing erection inside her compact cunt, stretching her beyond capacity. I place my hand over her mouth to smother her piercing screams. The depravity in me comes to a boiling point, and her body will pay the price. I pound into her, unrestrained, hard and fast, putting all my strength behind each thrust. Pepper’s muscles give in, yielding to accommodate my savagery. Her wet, hot cunt clenches, encasing my cock in an ironclad vise.
“Fuck!” I shout, pumping my hips at breakneck speed until I’m wrung dry.
My softening cock slips out of Pepper’s snug pussy. A mixture of semen and blood spills from her center. I instantly harden to full mast, mesmerized by the sight.
She slides to the floor, sobbing. “I can’t walk.”
I carry her to my private apartment and fuck her again.
Immediately after arriving home, I discarded my clothes and ran a bubble bath. Sighing delightedly, I settle into the bathtub. Steam rises from the blazing water, creating my own personal sauna. I place a damp washcloth over my eyes. It’s been a very trying day, and the hot bath relieves my stressed tendons. Contending with Dom and the detectives mentally drained me. I was directed to a vacant office and interrogated for an hour. The same questions were asked repeatedly, but I remained steadfast in my responses. I kept my nervousness at bay, or else suspicion would have fallen on me and possibly led to the prosecution of Dom. I’m confident we’re in the clear.
I massage between my legs, smoothing my swollen folds. This morning I bled profusely. I panicked, thinking Dom caused serious damage, but a quick Google search alleviated my concerns. Bleeding for a day or two after having sex for the first time is quite common. Soft music playing from my cell phone lying on top of the toilet is interrupted by the blaring ringtone. I hope it’s not my father, or worse, Lester, calling. Groaning, I reluctantly sit up to see who it is. Mia’s name flashes across the screen. Dang, I forgot to return her call. I click the speaker icon and lean back against the porcelain.
“Hello.”
“Where have you been, Ms. Thing?” she asks good-naturedly.
“I had an eventful weekend,” I reply vaguely.
That’s an understatement.
“Partied too hard, huh?”
The decision was difficult, but I decide not to confide in Mia about Saturday night. I’m compelled to protect Dom, though I hate what he’s done. The fewer people privy to the shady specifics, the better.
“Not really. I only stayed for a little while, then went home.”
I feel dreadful for lying to her.
“Boring! Is that your definition of eventful?”
