“Yes, baby?” He starts to move down my body. His mouth lands between my legs over his sweatpants. “Who did you let in, Adela?” He breathes against my pussy, and then he bites me.
I moan, tugging the ropes that have my limbs spread apart, unable to move. He does it again, and I cry out. “Cody, stop.”
He climbs up my body and slides under my shirt. He takes my nipples into his mouth, playing with them roughly.
“Cody,” I cry, hating that it feels so good.
He presses his hard dick against my leg and doesn’t stop. I try my hardest to remove the blindfold by rubbing my head against the pillow.
It gives. Finally.
I look down at him in my shirt, and I thought it felt good before, but now that I see his face working his mouth against me, I moan again.
He looks up at me and grins, and then he grabs the hem of the shirt and puts it over my head.
“What the––” I’m blind again, but I can’t finish my sentence because he kisses me through the cotton shirt.
I pant under him, kissing him back. I roll my body, unable to deny how he makes me feel.
“I missed you,” he says against my mouth. “You denied me last night, and so it made me dig this morning. What did you think of the video you saw?” He presses himself against me. “Was it hot? Did it turn you on?” He leans in and whispers, “Were you upset when you thought you’d never be able to touch me again?”
I breathe, “I’m mad that you cheated.”
He presses his dick against my pussy. “It’s not cheating if there was no emotion in it.”
“That’s worse,” I mutter, and then he shoves his hand down my pants. His fingers dive under the hem of my underwear. “So, you’re just hooking up to hook up, and I’m–– what?”
He pushes a long finger into me. I arch, feeling him slide in.
“You’re my queen, Adela.”
My head falls back as he curls his fingers. With his other hand, he removes the shirt from my head and looks at me. “I love you more than life itself.”
I wince but don’t break eye contact. He pushes further, adding more pressure and speed. “No, you don’t because if you did, you wouldn’t have been put in a coma over someone else.”
He smirks. “Are you finally putting the pieces together, baby?” He leans in. “Are you finally using that pretty head of yours? But I’ll tell you a secret…” He works harder and faster, making my body climb. “You don’t know the full story.” He keeps working his fingers. “And I promise one of these days you will know every detail, and you’ll forgive me.”
“I’ll never forgive you.”
He rubs my clit faster, and I try my hardest not to react, but it’s not working. I’m about to come undone. I exhale, and he breathes it in.
“That’s it, babe. Fuck, I wish I fucked you more when I had you all to myself.”
“But you were too busy.”
His hand stops. He pulls it out and smells it. “Smells like you were busy too.” He wipes it on my stomach. “Who are you fucking, Adela? And I won’t ask twice.”
I shake my head. “Too bad I didn’t film it.”
Anger simmers under his breath as he leans in and says, “I’m warning you, Adela.”
“Tell me who you fucked,” I seethe.
He leans up and smiles. “There was Rissa, Hana, Penelope, Serena.”
My mouth gapes open. “Pen?”
He shakes his head. “Not your Penelope.” My stomach acid relieves itself. “God. Fuck no, not her.”
