I haven’t been able to sleep properly since I got back from London. I keep thinking about Amy and Jenna and the shit that they have been through. I know they are safe, we moved the girls and their father to a safe house, and we have security team with them. We want to take care of them, before they go home.
Turns out they don’t want to go home though, they have too many bad memories of the house they were taken from. So, Niall is sorting out somewhere new for them to live with new identities.
Liam was pissed we’d interfered again, and that we’d rescued two of the victims, right out of the clutches of two of his best clients. He won’t be getting their business anymore, there was nothing left of them. Not once Niall and I had finished with them.
He’s so damn pissed off; he’s been sending me images and videos of the pain and torture that is being inflicted on the victims we haven’t been able to save.
Every time I close my eyes, I see the faces of everyone I’ve failed. I see their pain, and torment, the guilt that runs through me at times brings me to my knees. But it’s that guilt that fuels me to keep going.
I have to do what I can. I know I can’t save them all, but I can try, and I will do everything in my power to bring Liam and his organisation down, I don’t care what it costs.
My phone ringing clears the thoughts from my head. I swipe answer on the phone with a smile. “Hey baby, how are you?”
“Hey handsome,” Nora responds, but she seems a little quiet and I’m instantly on edge.
“What’s wrong, are you OK?”
“I’m fine Rory, relax. I heard about London, and I wanted to see you. How about you let me in…”
Before I have a chance to respond there’s a knock at the door, it can’t be…she wouldn’t, would she?
“Nora?” I get up from my seat and head to the front door. She doesn’t say anything on the phone, and just as I reach for the handle the phone cuts out. Swinging open the door, I’m greeted by the beautiful smile of my woman.
She steps over the threshold and drops her bag at her feet. Before I even have the door closed I have her in my arms, her legs wrapped around me.
Our lips connect and my mind settles. She may not know it, but this woman is my fucking home.
I walk forwards, pinning her back against the wall. One hand under her arse, the other roaming up her body, pushing her shirt up toward her neck, exposing her fucking amazing breasts, her already taught nipple pushing on the lace of her bra. I clamp my mouth around it and suck, hard. Her fingernails scrape the length of my scalp as she runs her hand up my neck and holds my head in place.
Slowly letting her legs drop to the floor, my other hand moves to the waistband of her leggings. Using one finger to tug at it, I slide my hand inside both her leggings and panties and cup her mound. I run my middle finger down her already soaked pussy lips, before pushing it into her and curling just a little. She bucks into my hand with surprise then digs her nails into my head and neck.
I let go of her nipple and move to the other, making sure I give it the same amount of attention as I did the other.
Pulling away, I slide my hand around her neck pinning her to the wall, her hands resting on my shoulder.
My eyes never leave hers as I slide another two fingers into her then slide them out before pushing them back in with force, her breathing stutters, and her pupils dilate.
She digs her nails into my shoulders as I fuck her with my fingers, gliding them in and out, twisting and turning them. Then I curl them inside her as I feel her walls clench around them, her body tenses and shakes.
I slam my lips onto hers, my tongue licks hers holding it down in place as she cries out her orgasm into my mouth.
I continue to finger fuck her until she rides out her orgasm to the end, her body relaxes into my hold, completely spent. Sliding my fingers out I bring them to my lips and put all three in my mouth sucking her taste from them. Her eyes darken, and I think she might be ready for more, but she closes them, taking a little too long to re-open them, and I know my woman needs a rest.
I pick her up into my arms and carry her upstairs to my bedroom. Gently placing her top of the covers, I place a kiss on her forehead and whisper, “Get some rest, I have a little work to do.”
Her eyes flicker as she offers me a tired smile. I can feel her eyes on me as I make my way over to the door. Turning I give her a wink, before closing the door, letting her get some rest after her flight.
* * *
“Oh fuck,” I call out, Nora moans around my cock. Her tongue rolling around the shaft, I wrap her hair around my fist, holding her in place.
Her hand grips my thigh, her other rubs and massages my balls. I feel them pull up, the tell-tale tingle in my spine. “Nora,” I warn her.
“Mmm,” she groans, the vibrations send shivers up my spine, and I can’t hold it. “Fuck,” I call out as I cum in her mouth. She drinks my cum down like her life depends on it, she continues to massage my balls until there’s nothing left in me for her to take. I loosen my grip on her hair slightly, pulling her off my cock. She licks the last drips from the tip, before licking her lips, then kissing me. I love tasting myself on her.
I track her movements around my kitchen. She came downstairs a little while ago, completely naked. Before I’d even had a chance to acknowledge it, she’d wrapped her mouth around my cock.
She grabs a glass of water then walks back to me, her hand trailing gently along the white countertop. Handing me the glass, she climbs onto the counter placing her feet on my thighs, and opening her legs giving me an unobstructed view of her wet and ready pussy.
