pulled back and raised her legs over my shoulders, then
started penetrating her hard, the woman too far gone to feel any pain, if
anything it spurred her on, making her scream to God for more. And I gave it to
her, my cock moving in and out of her as though it was possessed. Then I felt
the buildup, the warmth in my stomach spreading down to my cock and balls, the
need to come, to fill her, to push every last drop of cum out of my body. This
was what I did it for, what blanked my mind, what only brought me joy not hate.
I roared as my cock exploded inside of her, nothing but the pleasure filling my
mind and body, the exquisite feelings only sex could give me. She cried out my
name again, her legs locking around my neck, strangling me with her passion. My
cock jerked inside of her while my body stayed still, just feeling the bliss
and pain all rolled into one. Then it all stopped as the last drop fell. I
flopped on top of her, exhausted and satiated—for the moment, because I knew in
five minutes my cock would want more, my body a freak of nature, never
satisfied long enough to know it’s had sex.
She squeaked underneath
me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, wishing it hadn’t finished,
because my thoughts started creeping back in.
Why can’t you
fucking control yourself?
She’s a married
woman.
And she only fucked
you because she wanted to stay with Jagger.
No one wants you.
No one loves you.
They only take
what they want then throw you away.
You’re a worthless
piece of shit.
Sobbing started up
next to me, making me turn to Honey. “What’s wrong?” I said, now worried I’d
hurt her.
She covered her
face with her hands.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her
head. “I just cheated on Jagger.”
“It should be your
husband you’re concerned about, not Jagger.”
“If it wasn’t for
him I wouldn’t be here!”
“Are you talking
about your husband or Jagger?”
“My husband! He
got me into this mess. If it wasn’t for him Dan wouldn’t be making me do this.”
“Who’s Dan?”
She put her hands
to her head. “I can’t believe I told you that!” Before I knew what was
happening, she jumped up and went for my desk, swiping up my phone, then ran
for the bathroom. My brain finally kicked into gear. I went for her, but the
door slammed in my face, the lock clicking before I could get a hand to it.
I banged on the
door. “Open up, Honey!”
“No!”
“Open it now or
I’ll bash it down!”
I heard her start
talking. I put a shoulder to the door and rammed it, yelling out as nothing
happened. I did it again. The door creaked, but yet again nothing happened. Swearing,
I put my full body weight and strength behind it, smashing it open.
Honey screamed,
her eyes going wide with fright. I snatched the phone out of her hand and put it
to my ear. “Who is this?” I snapped.
“Tell me who you
are first,” an American man said.
“I’m not telling
you anything, until I know who you are and what this is all about?”
“Looks like we
have a standoff then, so put Sarah back on so I can talk to her.”
“No, you talk to
me. Are you her husband?”
“Her husband’s in
jail—where you and your family will soon be too.” Someone said something behind
the man, then he resumed talking. “We have enough now; we’ll be seeing you shortly.”
The line went dead.
I turned to Honey.
“Who was that?”
“Dan. What did he
say?”
“Nothing, other
than your husband’s in jail and that my family will soon be too.”
“He thinks you’re
a D’Angelo.”
“Just tell me who
he is, Honey,” I snapped, losing my patience with her. “Or is it Sarah?”
“ It’s not what you think, Alessandro; he’s FBI and is forcing
me to be here.”
“ What the fuck? Why?”
“I can’t tell
you!”
“You will, or I’ll
go straight to the Don and tell him you work for the FBI. Do you understand
what will happen if I do that?”
“He’ll kill me!”
“Which is why you
need to
started penetrating her hard, the woman too far gone to feel any pain, if
anything it spurred her on, making her scream to God for more. And I gave it to
her, my cock moving in and out of her as though it was possessed. Then I felt
the buildup, the warmth in my stomach spreading down to my cock and balls, the
need to come, to fill her, to push every last drop of cum out of my body. This
was what I did it for, what blanked my mind, what only brought me joy not hate.
I roared as my cock exploded inside of her, nothing but the pleasure filling my
mind and body, the exquisite feelings only sex could give me. She cried out my
name again, her legs locking around my neck, strangling me with her passion. My
cock jerked inside of her while my body stayed still, just feeling the bliss
and pain all rolled into one. Then it all stopped as the last drop fell. I
flopped on top of her, exhausted and satiated—for the moment, because I knew in
five minutes my cock would want more, my body a freak of nature, never
satisfied long enough to know it’s had sex.
She squeaked underneath
me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, wishing it hadn’t finished,
because my thoughts started creeping back in.
Why can’t you
fucking control yourself?
She’s a married
woman.
And she only fucked
you because she wanted to stay with Jagger.
No one wants you.
No one loves you.
They only take
what they want then throw you away.
You’re a worthless
piece of shit.
Sobbing started up
next to me, making me turn to Honey. “What’s wrong?” I said, now worried I’d
hurt her.
She covered her
face with her hands.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her
head. “I just cheated on Jagger.”
“It should be your
husband you’re concerned about, not Jagger.”
“If it wasn’t for
him I wouldn’t be here!”
“Are you talking
about your husband or Jagger?”
“My husband! He
got me into this mess. If it wasn’t for him Dan wouldn’t be making me do this.”
“Who’s Dan?”
She put her hands
to her head. “I can’t believe I told you that!” Before I knew what was
happening, she jumped up and went for my desk, swiping up my phone, then ran
for the bathroom. My brain finally kicked into gear. I went for her, but the
door slammed in my face, the lock clicking before I could get a hand to it.
I banged on the
door. “Open up, Honey!”
“No!”
“Open it now or
I’ll bash it down!”
I heard her start
talking. I put a shoulder to the door and rammed it, yelling out as nothing
happened. I did it again. The door creaked, but yet again nothing happened. Swearing,
I put my full body weight and strength behind it, smashing it open.
Honey screamed,
her eyes going wide with fright. I snatched the phone out of her hand and put it
to my ear. “Who is this?” I snapped.
“Tell me who you
are first,” an American man said.
“I’m not telling
you anything, until I know who you are and what this is all about?”
“Looks like we
have a standoff then, so put Sarah back on so I can talk to her.”
“No, you talk to
me. Are you her husband?”
“Her husband’s in
jail—where you and your family will soon be too.” Someone said something behind
the man, then he resumed talking. “We have enough now; we’ll be seeing you shortly.”
The line went dead.
I turned to Honey.
“Who was that?”
“Dan. What did he
say?”
“Nothing, other
than your husband’s in jail and that my family will soon be too.”
“He thinks you’re
a D’Angelo.”
“Just tell me who
he is, Honey,” I snapped, losing my patience with her. “Or is it Sarah?”
“ It’s not what you think, Alessandro; he’s FBI and is forcing
me to be here.”
“ What the fuck? Why?”
“I can’t tell
you!”
“You will, or I’ll
go straight to the Don and tell him you work for the FBI. Do you understand
what will happen if I do that?”
“He’ll kill me!”
“Which is why you
need to
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