I take the bar and suds up my hands because I need to get her all clean before I bend her over again. Letting her pussy rest is out of the question tonight. If she thinks that tonight is all I get, then I’m not going to waste a minute between her legs, working out every drop of cum I can produce.
She reaches my cock and brushes it tentatively, as if she’s afraid to touch it.
“Come on, do it right, mi dulce. You’re the one going to have your mouth wrapped around it.” She strokes it harder and with effort, making sure to get me nice and soaped up. That’s when I can’t handle any more, so I cup her pussy with my own handful of bubbles, rubbing her mound right over her puffy lips.
She loses her movements and stills, moaning and throwing her head back. “That’s a good girl, fucking come on my fingers. So greedy for me, aren’t you?” I reach for the detachable showerhead and bring it between us, washing off the soap because I want her pussy in my face before I feed her my cock. Setting it back on the hook, I drop to my knees. “Give me that cunt. I want that sugar on my tongue.” I swipe along her slit, watching her little pink lips part and her body shiver under my strong fingers as I hold her firmly by her thighs.
“Oh my God.”
“No God here, baby. Nothing but sin going on tonight. You’ve met the devil, giving your innocent pussy to Satan himself,” I grunt against her juicy, sweet peach. I could eat her for breakfast every morning after falling asleep with my dick buried in her, and I will. Her sticky sweetness makes my mouth water.
“Your tongue is the devil,” she pants, gripping my hair before she screams out her intense orgasm. As much as I want her mouth wrapped around my big dick, I need to be fucking that hot hole. I bring her down onto my cock, sliding into her tight sheath as I kneel on the shower floor.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she complains yet still rides me hard, bouncing up and down on my length.
“It’s not going to get smaller until you make me nut in that pretty, hot cunt. Work that pussy on me.” I grip her hair and bring her mouth to mine roughly before I drop down and suck on her throat; I want her wearing my mark. I want her to feel me, need me, remember me with every step, every look in the mirror. Most importantly, I want every asshole to scent that she belongs to one of Chicago’s top mob bosses, and I’ll kill anyone who dares to come between us.
Pinching her nipple, she cries out a bit from the pain while flexing that tight pussy from the pleasure. I grasp her ass firmly and work her on my length harder and faster, needing to make her come before I nut again.
It takes all the restraint I have to hold out when she finally cries out my name as she floods my dick with her cum. I shoot my load in her, marking my territory. We need another shower by the time we’re done, but it can wait. I want her in bed. This time we slowly work into another passionate orgasm, and then finally I can’t stay awake any longer.
Chapter Four
Candy
As we come down from another round of painfully blissful orgasms, he sighs and pulls me into his strong arms. It’s still dark outside, but sunrise shouldn’t be too far away which means there will be too many watchful eyes to stop my departure.
“Sleep, mi dulce.” The light kiss on my forehead is nearly my undoing. I have to fight back tears as my back is pressed to his chest. This is more intimate and real than I was prepared for. I’m exhausted, but I need to get out of here before he wakes up and kicks me out on my ass or worse, somehow puts everything together. I stay like this until his breathing is steady and his heart is calm, although mine are neither. His embrace is so tight that it takes a lot of shimmying to work out of his intense hold.
Finally, I manage to slide out of the bed, landing on the plush carpet without a sound before standing. I can’t even walk straight; it hurts so much. Still, there’s a new feeling stabbing me in the chest that I can’t explain. I’ve always been a good person despite my circumstances and who my parents are; now I feel like an absolute cunt. He might have paid for my time and even my body, but he never expected to be drugged, and the ecstasy worked overtime. He fucked me with wild abandon—no protection used.
I grab my dress, shoes, and bra; my panties have been lost somewhere amongst the pile and I don’t have the luxury of searching for them. Quickly slipping on everything but the shoes, I silently head out of the bedroom, turning just once to get one last look at him. He hasn’t moved on the bed, which I’m grateful for.
Making sure to close the door just enough so that it won’t click locked, I move through the dark hallway that leads from the bedroom to the main area of the suite. I don’t make it past the living room when the slimeball from yesterday comes up behind me. “Sneaking away somewhere?” I spin around with a gasp to find his grin insanely creepy as hell. He looks wired for a guy that was busy all night.
“Um…my time’s up. You know. It’s been fun, but it was only for the night,” I explain, lifting my chin and trying to sound like a professional call girl.
“I know. I’m just curious. You’re a hot piece of ass so I’m not surprised he pounced on it, but damn. Well, here’s your money.” He waves the money in front of me before pulling it back. “Unlessyou’ve already collected from him.” He arches his brow with a smirk on his weaselly face.
“I didn’t take money from anyone,” I hiss, glaring at the bastard.
He gives me the ten grand I was promised. It might not be a lot, but I know I’m going to run with it. Fuck it all. My mother is just going to have to find another pawn for her schemes because I’m done. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else. I already feel wrong in so many ways for prostituting my virginity and drugging a man into fucking me wildly all night. I hope he doesn’t have a hangover or anything. I take the money and hurry out the door before I’m caught.
Without drawing too much attention to myself, I make it out of the hotel with lightning speed. Thankfully, there are a lot of shuttles and buses from the hotels and casinos. I don’t bother taking a cab because I don’t want anyone to track the cab. Instead, I take the bus that pops up just down the block from the hotel. It’s not the right one I’d normally take home, but I transfer to the right one about twenty minutes later. Finally, I get off at the trailer park stop.
Walking in these heels is brutal, but I only need to make it inside the trailer and then I can switch to my sneakers, which I’m going to need if I have any hope of getting far before anyone finds me. I hobble past a couple of drunks who call out to me. “Looking too hot, Candy. Don’t be like your momma,” a nicer one says.
“Thanks. I’m not,” I lie. Well, it’s just a little lie, but I’m done. Life for me is going to have to start anew with no more screwing for money. My days of whoring for money is over even if it means living in squalor because there’s a pain inside me that I don’t know I’ll ever shake.
“Good,” he slurs, taking another drink from his pint.
Once I get inside our shitty trailer, I kick off my heels and look for my mother. The lights are off in the trailer, so I keep them that way. She’s not in her bedroom or the small living room, but that’s when I see a note from my mother on the table.
We need to talk about last night. Take a morning-after pill. I’m going to be out of town. Be back in a couple of weeks. Wait for me.
So she split town on me? Or is this some bullshit ruse? Either way it’s not happening. I’m out of here because there’s nothing to talk about. She wants me to be pregnant, so this note makes no sense unless this is in case someone comes looking for us.
Even if I’m pregnant, I wouldn’t tell him. I need to get the fuck out of here. There’s no way I could do that. He’d take the baby from me and then have me arrested for some sort of fucking drug offense.