His Hostage(24)

Waves of heat and pleasure roll through my body. YES! So fucking good. I close my eyes as her body relaxes and just enjoy this moment. Our heavy pants are the only thing I can hear. I fucking love it.

I open my eyes and find her watching me, as though she’s waiting for my approval. Such a sweet submissive. I lean down, slipping out of her and let the cum drip on the sheets. I don’t care. I’ll wash them after I take her home.

The thought of taking her home hits me as my lips gently brush against hers. I kiss her with more passion than I’ve ever kissed a woman. I hate that this is the first and the last time.

She kisses me back with the same intensity and I know it’s real. This broad can’t hide shit from me. I break our kiss and smile down at her.

She winces as I move from between her legs and she closes them.

I look down and see a wet spot on the white sheets crumpled up under us and it’s pink. Ah, damn. It’s a good thing I didn’t go down on her with her time of the month coming.

I slide off the bed and quickly grab a washcloth from the en suite and wet it with warm water.

When I get back to the bed, she’s still laying on her side, exhausted and trembling from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.” She turns onto her back with her eyes closed and winces as I wipe her off.

My poor sweet girl. I know I was rough, but I didn’t think I was that rough. She is tight though. I wasn’t expecting that.

“You alright sweetheart?” I ask and kiss her cheek.

“Mm hm,” she says, nodding her head.

“You sure?” I bend down and kiss her thigh that’s still shaking slightly and then her hip.

She shakes her head no. “It’s a good hurt.”





Chapter 11: Vince





I watch her move in the shower, her hands moving over her skin as she lathers up her body. I’d get in there with her and fuck her against the wall, but she’s too sore. I feel like a prick for being so rough. Every time she looks at me she smiles sweetly, so she can’t be hurting too bad.

“You sure you don’t want to go out for lunch?” I raise my voice enough that she'll be able to hear it over the sound of the water. She didn’t eat anything for breakfast; I should at least take her to lunch.

She sighs heavily. “My mom wants me to go home. She thinks I’m mad at her.”

“Aren’t you?” She should be mad at her.

“Yes. But I don’t want her to feel bad.” I rub my jaw, deciding on how involved I want to get with this. Fuck it. She’s too sweet to watch her being used like that.

“Tell me what happened.” She stops washing her hair and looks at me with surprise. “I wanna know.”

She goes back to doing her thing and sighs. I almost have to get up to spank that ass for ignoring me, but then she starts talking. “She likes to move around and latch onto men. As long as I can remember, it’s what she does.” She rinses her hair and the lather washes down her curves. Her nipples are hard and it takes everything in me not to go to her. I want her again so fucking bad. I have to concentrate on how she couldn’t walk straight. She’s too fucking sore.

If I’d known that would have happened, I would’ve gone easy, so I could have her again.

“She always picks losers who are drunks like her or have some sort of problem.” My eyes snap up to her face and I have to try to remember what the fuck she’s talking about. Oh yeah, her mom.

“So what’s this guy’s deal?” I ask.

“Well, Patrick is a gambler and lost his house because of it. So my sweet mother bought them one after a whopping two months of chatting online.”

I huff a laugh. “And now what? She needs you 'cause he lost this one?”

“Yeah, that, and my name’s on it.”

“What?” All humor leaves me and I lean forward on the bench. Anger rises in my blood. That’s fucked up. I don’t know why I feel so defensive, but I do. No mother should do that kind of shit to their daughter. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, she forged my name on the paperwork. Luckily, whatever bet he made he couldn’t use the house as collateral, but she drained her bank account bailing him out, and now I have to come save the day.”

“You don’t have to do a damn thing.” It takes a moment for her to look at me. “Except get your name off that mortgage.”

She watches me for a second and then nods her head. “It’s just...” She trails off as she turns off the water and grabs a towel to dry off. I keep my ass planted firmly on the bench so I don’t get any more ideas about fucking her. “She’s my mom,” she finally concludes.