“Fuck me, Brooks,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Make me come.”
He reached around my hips and began to work my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my spine.
“Go ahead. Come on this big dick,” he said. “Come on my cock, girl.”
He fucked me, rubbing my clit, working me, my body dripping sweat. I was panting for him, my mouth open and starving for it, totally mindless and dripping wet for him. Brooks, my killer, my fucking man, savagely thrusting deep into my cunt.
The orgasm rolled along my spine. Every muscle tensed, my back arched, and I heard myself saying his name over and over as if from a distance.
His thrusts kept moving, relentless and deep. He fucked me all through my orgasm, working my body, sending shivers all through my skin. I had never experienced an orgasm like this before. It was just so deep and incredible, over taking every inch of my mind. My whole body was spasming with intensity.
Then I felt his hands grab my hips and he grunted loudly, his cock slamming into me. I was a mindless mess as his cock fucked my dripping pussy, and all I wanted was for him to come deep inside me. I could only think about his cock fucking me, his cum deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh fuck. I’m going to fill this pussy to the brim.”
I wiggled my hips, bucking back against him, letting him fuck me deep. “Come on, Brooks,” I moaned.
I felt him stiffen behind me as he came, his cock thrusting deep inside me, filling my every inch with his cum.
He gradually slowed his pace and then finally collapsed onto the bed next to me. I lay there on my stomach, panting, each of us drenched in sweat.
“How was that for a first fucking time?” he asked, laughing.
“I can’t even think,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before.”
He took the condom off and wrapped it in some tissues. “That’s what I can fucking do to you,” he said, kissing my forehead before getting up. I stared at the muscles rippling down his body as he walked into the bathroom and threw away the tissues.
He climbed back into bed with me, pressed against my body. He wrapped his arms around me, and for the first time since I’d seen his gun pointed at my face, I felt safe from the world.
Everything that had happened even just a half hour ago was forgotten. Brooks held me in his arms, our sweating bodies pressed together, and I felt right.
I felt like I had finally found where I needed to be, at least for a little while.
15
Brooks
The sheets were covered in sweat and Emma was sleeping next to me as I stretched out and sighed. I watched Emma’s chest rise and fall and could feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock all over again.
I’d been wanting that since the second I fucking saw her, but I was the type of man that needed a woman to want it badly before I finally made her come, over and over.
There was still a problem in the other room, a problem I didn’t have a solution for. I could get rid of the body easily enough, but Abram’s disappearance was going to be noticed. Dante had sent him to look after me, which meant I was going to be at the top of Dante’s suspects list.
He already wasn’t happy with me. I couldn’t afford to have him looking too closely at me, at least not any more closely than he already was. But now that Abram was dead, I was positive that Dante was going to put more men on me, and soon.
My choices were getting more and more limited by the day. I was beginning to feel trapped, and I fucking hated feeling trapped. I needed to get some space to figure this shit out, but it just kept piling on.
I stared at Emma, anger rolling through me. I couldn’t let these bastards kill her. That was true when I first saw her, but even more true now.
She was more like me than she realized. She had a fucking shitty life, abused by her father, lost her mother young, barely had any real experiences. And yet she survived it. Despite her father beating the shit out of her, she survived it. She was resilient and strong and beautiful, and all of that made me want her so much more.
But on top of all that, she had a fire deep down inside her. I saw it every time she looked at me, that look so filled with anger and pain. That was the same fire I had inside me, angry with this fucked-up world that had let us down so many times before.
I’d seen many, many women like her in my time. Many of them were bruised and broken, not strong enough to really survive or to keep their fire burning. But Emma was more than strong enough. She was an inferno all on her own.
Where I turned into a killer to save myself, she managed to find a way that preserved her innocence. I had none left, but I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her alive, because I needed whatever she had left.