“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” He rolled from his stomach to his back, giving me something much better to stare at.
“You know, I could never sleep until I came here. It could be your bed but I think it’s you.”
“I’m going to assume you’re talking to me, even though you just said that to my dick.”
Flashing my eyes to his, I offered him a timid smile.
“I failed your second test. I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for being a mess…I’m not sorry about the kid, though.”
“Is that why you stopped running?”
Chewing my lip, I began tracing imaginary patterns into the blanket. “I was never running from you, Rome. I was running from…myself.”
When he didn’t say anything, I quietly continued. “Before I ever met you, I had a box of pictures and articles—all of you—and I…used you.”
“You used me.”
“You’re my muse. I have dirty…sick fantasies, and they all feature you.”
“Keep going,” he encouraged, wrapping a hand around the base of his hardening cock.
“I like hearing them scream, making them bleed, and watching the life leave their bodies…torture though, even psychological, it makes mesowet.
And you’re always beside me, touching me, fucking me in the bloody mess we made.”
The bed creaked as he fisted himself, keeping his eyes locked on me. I reached out and cupped his balls, gently rolling them in the palm of my hand.
“My daddy always told me I was sick and full of sin. The last day I saw him, he said those same sins would eat me alive. I never got the chance to tell him I’m a natural born sinner and the devil lives inside me.”
I shifted onto my knees and stopped his hand. Before I could start, he grabbed me by the leg and pulled my lower half towards him.
He sat my pussy on his face and I sucked his cock into my mouth.
We face fucked one another. His cock hit the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes as I struggled taking all of him. His tongue explored me everywhere, delving in and out and toying with my clit.
Leaning lower, I used my hand to stroke him hard and fast and my tongue to toy with his balls, lifting them individually and gently suckling them into my mouth.
When I felt pre-come run onto my hand, I sat up straight and licked it off. He flipped me over onto my back, locked me down with a hand across my waist and buried his face between my thighs.
He plunged two fingers inside me to work alongside his mouth. It took me a good few minutes to realize he was apologizing. He wrote he was sorry on my clit with the tip of his tongue.
He kept repeating the motion and then backing off just before I came. Clenching his sheets, I lifted off the bed as far as I could and pushed against his mouth.
“I forgive you,” I moaned. He bit down as soon as those words left my mouth and I repeated them like a chant, coming all over his tongue.
I was still shaking when he rose above me and pushed his dick in. I clenched around it, immediately coming again.
He grabbed me by the top of the hair and clenched his teeth.
“Fuuck, Cali,” he growled in my ear.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dug my fingers into his shoulders and licked my juices off his face as he rocked into me, taking me to a place only he could.
Ifinally wandered out of the room an hour after he left.
He wouldn’t tell me where he was going, only that he would be back soon. Grimm left with him and Cobra was playing mechanic.
The blonde had not so mysteriously vanished. My guess would be straight into the body pit. That left me and Arlen to our own devices, which was admittedly not much despite how large the warehouse was.
