Once he’s done tormenting me, he begins to thrust just a bit harder. It seems like he’s really trying to edge me, to see if he can get me to beg him to fuck me harder while my head is hanging out the window. He’s so fucking dirty, which means I am too.
He spreads my legs apart a little as he fucks me, and my eyes start to roll in the back of my head from how incredible he feels as he pounds me mercilessly. I fight the urge to scream from pleasure, choosing not to make a complete spectacle of myself if I can help it.
But the second he begins to fuck me faster, it’s over.
I can’t stop moaning, screaming his name as his cock slams into my cervix, bruising my insides just the way I want him to.
“Please, baby, please let me cum,” I whimper.
“Not yet,” he replies, spanking my ass and causing me to cry out again.
He fucks me faster and harder, pulling back my hair at the roots. He pulls me back toward him by my hair, kissing me hard on the mouth and biting my lip again as he continues to fuck me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, unable to hide his own ecstasy from me.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” I ask him in a mocking tone.
He grabs my face and pulls it back towards him.
“Don’t fucking mock me,” he spits.
His thrusts slow, and I can sense that he’s close now. I feel the desperate pulsing of his cock with the slick warmth of my vagina wrapped around it.
“Fuck, baby,” he continues, slowing to stop for a moment right before he starts pounding me again.
This time, I can feel the heat of his cum inside me as he orgasms. I revel in it, feeling him lose control as his body overtakes his mind. It’s primal, something that I don’t think I’ve ever had the chance to experience.
We collapse into each other, feeling like nothing but a puddle of racing hearts and lust.
15
ADAS
I’m sitting alone in an SUV that I’ve been using to spy on Marat and his goons. So far, I haven’t been able to track anything of use to me. It’s felt like a waste of time.
Then I get a call from Erik.
“Hey, Adas, you’re not going to believe what we just heard,” he says emphatically.
I light up a cigarette, taking a drag before I reply. “Yeah? What’s that mean?”
“Marat is vacationing in Mexico. I’ve got his location and everything. He’s off in a secluded mansion near the ocean, away from society. This could be your chance to get him without having to worry about cops,” he says, clearly feeling extremely proud of himself for this discovery.
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Gregory has been stalking that one guy, the one that Marat put into power after we smoked his two advisors,” he replies, having hardly even taken a breath since the conversation started. “He was able to figure it out.”
I’m interested, but I can’t just jump into something like this. “You know exactly where he’s going to be?” I confirm.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he replies, clearly pleased with his discovery.
“Alright, I guess we have no choice but to pursue him there. You’re right. This is exactly what we’ve needed,” I reply, feeling less enthusiastic about the situation than I should be.
“Is everything alright?” he asks.
“Huh? Yeah, everything’s fine. I just don’t know how I’m going to tell River,” I say, looking out at the road pensively.
“Huh? What about her? Get her a babysitter and go kill your fucking worst enemy. I mean, what the fuck, Adas?”