My head fell back on the pillows and my arms stretched out, gathering the sheets up in desperation. I could feel him thick and solid as steel, the head of his cock sliding up and down my pussy, teasing me with anticipation.
“Say it again, princess,” I heard him say and my eyelids fluttered, I was beginning to feel weak.
“Please fuck me, Commando. Do whatever you want, just fuck me,” I pleaded again. His cock slowly pushed deeper and I gasped. This was what I’d been waiting for, fantasizing about. I could feel my folds stretching, working to accommodate his whole length as he inch by inch slid deeper into me.
He knew he was big, he knew I needed time and I was surprised by how thoughtful he was being. Commando had not struck me as the kind of guy who cared about whether his cock was too big for a woman to handle.
“I want to see you touching yourself,” he said and I was only too eager to oblige. My hand flew to my clit, which I rubbed, keeping my eyes on him as he rocked himself deeper into me. Just a few more inches and he’d be filling me completely. It was an aching pleasure, which I wanted more of. He was taking it slow and I was grateful for it and now as I rubbed my clit, I could feel my body easing, my muscles relaxing even more.
“You are so fucking tight,” he grunted and quickly, he shoved my hand away from my clit and took over. His thumb moved expertly in circles on my clit, while his cock thrust deeper into me. He was inside me now, every inch of him and with my legs spread wide apart, I moved my hips to feel him in every part of me.
I moaned, as he began to ride me, slowly at first and then quickly picking up pace. My hips rolled, to match his movements, while he thrust into me. In and out, sliding in my juices, reaching all those pleasure points hidden deep inside me which not everyone could reach. I was beginning to struggle to hold back.
“You’ve gotta come for me, princess,” he said and I saw the desperation in his eyes. He was struggling to not come too. I couldn’t believe he was feeling as good as I was. I had very little experience in bed, I could see that he was good at this. He knew exactly how a woman’s body worked. How had I brought him to the edge so quickly?
Commando rubbed my clit harder, more vigorously as he plowed me with his cock. I moaned, feeling my body rising with his. My breasts bounced as he rode me, wildly, like a machine. He just wanted me to come and I obliged. Exploding against him and crying out with pleasure. My hands gripped my breasts and I could feel my throat going raw with my screams.
Commando collapsed on me, just as he came, and I felt his heat fill me. He was groaning and grunting, and his voice was muffled by the sheets which his face was buried into. I could feel him emptying himself inside me. He groaned and jerked as he emptied the last drop of his seed, and then slowly, slid out of me and rolled on to his back beside me.
“Fuck,” he said, breathing hard, with his eyes closed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, I couldn’t believe how amazing and freeing this felt. “Your pussy crushed me,” he said and then turned to me. He looked like he was genuinely in shock, like he had expected to last longer.
Then he reached for my arm, his gaze falling on my bruise again and I knew immediately what he was thinking.
Chapter 13
Commando
The ringing of the phone was sharp in my ear and my eyes flew open. I could feel the warmth of Ava beside me, nestled in the crook of my arm. I reached for my phone in the dark and I sensed her moving, but she was still sleeping.
It was Girth.
“They hit the pawn shop again,” I heard him say, he was breathing hard. I sat up in bed, my legs already swinging off the edge.
“Were you alone?”
“I shot a guy.”
“Is he still with you?
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Call King and ask him to meet us there,” I said and hung up the phone. In the dark, I started dressing myself, while Ava remained peacefully sleeping. I could smell her scent on my skin, the softness of her breathing as she slept was loud in my ears. For the first time, I didn’t want to leave a woman sleeping on my bed. For the first time, I wanted to stay and yet, I had to go.
I gave her one last look before I left the room. She hadn’t moved, just curled up in a fetal position amidst the sheets. Her bare body glistened like silver in the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains.
I left my apartment and jumped on my bike. At least I knew Ava would be relatively safe there in my apartment. Safer there than anywhere else. I could still feel the throbbing rage in my temples every time I thought about that bruise on her arm.
An ex boyfriend.
A fucking ex boyfriend!
I could kill him if she let me.
I rode fast, noisily towards Hill’s pawn shop and found that King was just pulling in as well.
The Black Skulls guy was sitting on the pavement, clutching the gunshot wound to his leg. Girth was standing over him, his gun pointed to the guy’s head. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I strode towards them. King was quick on my heels, but all I wanted to do was beat the shit out of someone. I needed to feel some guy’s jaw on my knuckles. I didn’t know what this ex boyfriend looked like, but I could picture him well now. This Black Skulls guy would have to do for the night.
He didn’t see it coming. He wasn’t expecting it. I knocked his jaw and a spurt of blood splashed out of his mouth and he fell backwards.