Текст книги "Epilogue"
Автор книги: C. J. Roberts
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“What kind of cake?”
“German chocolate. It was soooo good,” she groaned. I smiled, and at last it was truly genuine.
“Well, it’s just as well. I don’t eat a lot of cake.”
“I do! Then again, I’m eight years younger than you and my metabolism can handle it. You have to watch your handsome figure.” Her hand shifted down my chest and rubbed my abdomen.
“I think I do alright,” I said. I wasn’t shy about my body. I had no reason to be. “So weird to have a birthday, though. Do you think I look twenty-seven?”
Her smile was coquettish.
“I think you look… delicious!” Her hand traveled further down my abdomen until she brushed my cock with her fingers.
“Delicious, huh? That’s a new one. I was thinking virile, or the male personification of perfection.”
She laughed out loud. Her laugh was infectious. I loved the way it was a little too loud to be lady-like.
“Oh, Caleb. You’re those things too. But right now? I’m more interested in your tastiness.” She slid down on the bed and took my cock in her hand.
“Oh! Well in that case… taste away. If you have any more cake, I’d be happy to provide the frosting.” She wrinkled her nose and I laughed.
I lay back and let Livvie blow more than my mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
Livvie’s meeting with Reed went okay. He wasn’t an idiot though, Livvie recounted to me. He wanted to hang around for a few days and make sure Livvie was safe. I didn’t like him. I suspected his visit had more to do with uncovering secrets than keeping Livvie safe.
He spoke to Livvie’s friends, her co-workers, even the kid at the restaurant Livvie liked to go to. It was a good thing I had paid someone to give my note to the waiter. If he’d given Reed my description, we would have been pretty screwed. It took a great amount of will power to steer clear of him. I knew there were certain things Livvie would not forgive.
Livvie and I had no contact during Reed’s visit. I discovered more nightmares and a level of boredom I had never experienced before in my life. I was grateful for the internet until I was unable to resist doing a search for “Missing child+James Cole”.
There were a couple of results, but nothing that jumped out at me. I was kidnapped before the internet had become commonplace, before Twitter and Facebook, and 24-hour news. Back then, milk cartons and mailers were the best people could do. James Cole never stood a chance.
That night I dreamt I was trapped inside a child’s body. I was with Narweh again and my strength meant nothing. He laughed at me. I didn’t go online for a week.
I never like it when I dream. It’s usually about things I’d rather not think about. When I was a young boy and worked in the brothel, I never dreamed. At least, not that I can recall. There were mornings when I would wake and have new and interesting ways to murder Narweh when the time came—but I never attributed them to my dreams.
The first dreams I can recall began when Rafiq brought me to live with him. The uncertainty of my new fate had the tendency to terrify me. I have never felt comfortable sharing my feelings—especially my doubts, fears, hopes, and desires. They are what make me vulnerable and more than anything, I hate being vulnerable. Once Rafiq had gained my trust, once he had given me a destiny and a purpose, I didn’t dream so much.
The dreams resurfaced in the weeks following Livvie’s kidnapping. I had dismissed them at the time. I knew I was conflicted over many things: My desire to move on with my life. My confusion over Rafiq’s increasing secrecy. The nagging sense of doubt over kidnapping Livvie. The fear I was becoming Narweh. The dreams intensified the more my feelings for Livvie had begun to develop. I denied it then. I see it now.
The nightmares I had after I left Livvie at the U.S.–Mexico border were some of the worst I have ever had. If you know anything about me—and we’ve well established you do—then you can perhaps imagine the horrors I had to choose from. The truth is, I don’t let these things, the horrors of my past, drag me under. Quite the contrary—for so very long, they fueled me. Considering what I’ve been through, I often think I’m very well adjusted. I can handle anything the world throws at me, but for someone who tries to plan his moves ahead of time, uncertainty about my future leaves me disturbed as nothing else.
I thought finding Livvie would give me certainty, but I was learning that happiness also presents new ways to suffer. Misery, I understand. Happiness is terrifying.
Also, Livvie’s words about “other shit” coming to the fore made sense to me. For the first time in my life I didn’t have anything to do. No one had any expectations of me. I had enough money to do anything and go anywhere, but I had no idea what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go. I had idle hands. My mind was the proverbial devil’s playground. It seemed as though everything I had kept tucked away in the dark recesses of my mind was escaping into my consciousness.
I breathed a deep sigh of relief when Reed left Spain and Livvie could finally come back to me. I still had the nightmares, but waking up to her warm body made it easier to come back from the anxiety.
***
It was October, and the weather was becoming unpredictable. On some nights it was the perfect excuse to spend hours in bed. Livvie and I fucked like rabbits—and a few other animals too.
Although Livvie’s presence brought me solace after a nightmare, I hated how weak it made me feel to accept it. Instead, I took to staying up after Livvie went to sleep. I slept while she was out in the world of the living. I still had the dreams, but I didn’t wake up to darkness.
All in all, things were good. Aside from the dreams, I didn’t have anything to complain about. However, I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t beginning to get more than a little restless. Livvie had a job, she went to school and had friends. I didn’t have any of those things. Trust me, I wasn’t butt-hurt over it. I didn’t begrudge her those things. It was simply becoming obvious to me that my life was completely different from what I had known. What does a former kidnapper/murderer do in retirement?
After three weeks of idle hands, I decided to buy a car. I bought a 5-Series BMW. It wasn’t as sexy as the Lamborghini, but it did the trick. I could go for long drives and avoid my sterile hotel room. Even when I was out, I kept to myself. Having decided I would be staying in Barcelona indefinitely, I didn’t need or want to draw unnecessary attention toward myself. It was a huge risk just being with Livvie.
It didn’t take long for Livvie’s friends to realize something had changed. She’d all but abandoned them those first three weeks. She worked three nights a week and went to school Monday through Thursday. She spent most of her free time with me.
“So,” Livvie began as we sat down to eat the meal room service had brought up. “Remember when we said we’d take things one day at a time and figure out what we were going to tell people when the time came?” She bit into a piece of asparagus. I swallowed the chunk of steak in my mouth without chewing.
“Yes.”
“Well, I think we should start talking about it. Claudia and Rubi are starting to complain about the amount of time I’m not spending with them.” She smiled at me.
I stabbed a piece of broccoli like it owed me money.
“Why is it their business? You’re an adult. You don’t need their permission to see me.”
“Caleb,” she admonished. “They’re my friends. They’ve been there for me. If you’re going to fit into my life, you’re going to have to find a way to get to know my friends. I can’t keep coming over here every night. It’s exhausting. I have a life!”
“And aren’t you lucky? Good for you.” I shoveled food into my mouth and avoided her eyes. I didn’t know why I was so angry. She’d made a perfectly valid argument and I’d shit on it. Her smile quickly disappeared.
“You know what? How about I just quit my job?” she spat.
I looked up from my plate. Here we go…
“Livvie—”
“No!” She was on a roll. Her eyes screamed of crazy. “It’s perfect! I’ll leave school and cut my friends out of my life. Then you can have me all to yourself! You can keep me in your dark little room and fuck me stupid. You can own me. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
My rage was a living, breathing monster in my gut and it fed on every word she’d said. I had no doubt she’d been waiting to say those words to me since the night we’d talked on her balcony. Did her words hurt? Yes. But they also excited me. My dick was hard and a familiar thrumming thudded in my ears. I wanted a fight. I needed a fight. I was sick and tired of playing nice. I AM NOT NICE!
I chewed my food slowly and with a smile on my face. I watched Livvie closely. She was trying hard not to crack under the pressure of my silence. Livvie could never handle it—still can’t. I could hear her breathing. Her eyes were narrowed onto my face. If I’d been some little boy her age, I might have worried for my safety. But I’d seen scary, and Livvie just didn’t fit the bill. She was too sweet, too sexy.
“Aren’t you going to fucking respond?” She was taunting me and enjoying it. Her chest rose and fell with gaining speed. I could make out the points of her nipples through her shirt.
I swallowed my food and sipped from my wine glass. I’d missed the familiarity of pushing Livvie’s buttons. I didn’t want to hurt her. I’d vowed not to hurt her again. It didn’t mean I had to become a pussy.
“You want a response, Kitten?” Fear flickered just behind her angry stare. She shivered before she could stop it. I took my napkin from my lap and set it on the table. Livvie watched me intently. “Here’s my response.”
I slid my arm across the table. Our plates, glasses, and silverware crashed onto the floor. I stood up just in time to catch Livvie’s arm as she leapt out of her chair and ran toward the door.
“Caleb, no!” she screamed. I put my hand across her mouth and hoisted her with one arm. Her legs kicked out at me viciously. Her teeth bit into my hand. Her nails dug into the flesh of my arm. The pain only spurred me on.
I pressed her body into the wall until she could barely move. She squirmed against me. You might hate me for it, but I loved every second. Then again, I knew I wasn’t going to hurt her—not really. Once I had her immobilized, I whispered into her ear.
“Don’t you think if that’s what I wanted, I wouldn’t just do it?” She whimpered. “It would be easier for me. You’d be mine in every way possible.” I rubbed my cock between the cheeks of her ass. I almost came in my pants when she groaned. She struggled, but she was barely trying.
“I could keep you chained to the bed. I’d fuck you every night and never let you come. Only good girls get to come, Kitten. Would you be a good girl for me?” I took my hand away from Livvie’s mouth and smoothed her hair back so I could see the side of her face.
“Fuck you. Let me go,” she panted. Her tone meant business, but her body language told another story. She moved against my cock.
We were in dangerous territory. I knew the situation could blow up in my face, but the thrill was too strong. I couldn’t resist. I pressed her deeper into the wall, until she gasped for breath. I planted soft kisses against her neck.
“I’ll let you go if you’re not wet,” I whispered into her ear.
She didn’t move. She didn’t speak.
“What, no response? Should I check?” My heart was racing. I was afraid of going too far. I was afraid I’d already gone too far and didn’t know how to come back. “Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don’t want me to pull your tights down and fuck you up against this wall. Remind me of what a terrible person I am. Tell me I’m a sick bastard and you want me out of your life forever.”
Livvie screwed her eyes shut. Her lip trembled, but she didn’t cry.
I softened toward her. I didn’t want to hurt her. I loved her. I didn’t know how to do it like normal people. I didn’t know how to tell her how scared I was. I pressed my forehead to the back of her neck and I tried.
“Tell me I don’t deserve you. Tell me all the things I already know.”
“Caleb…” My name was a heart-wrenching sound coming from her lips. I prepared for the worst and began to pull away. Livvie’s hands gripped my forearm and held me in place. “Fuck me.”
There was no time to think. I reacted. I pulled her skirt up to her waist. I shoved her panties and tights down to her knees. She gasped. Her hands slapped against the wall for balance. It was only seconds before I had my own pants down to my ankles. I thrust into Livvie fast and hard.
She was wet. She was wet and warm and fucking heaven wrapped around me. I never wanted to leave the safety of her body. As long as I was inside her, she was mine. No one could take her from me. I couldn’t ruin things between us.
I pounded away at her. I put my hands around her wrists and fucked her into the wall. I practically lifted her body with every thrust… and I groveled.
“I’m sorry, Livvie. I’m sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me.” And I kept fucking.
Afterward, Livvie left in a hurry. I was tempted to stop her, but I didn’t. I felt I’d done enough damage for one night. I left all the broken dishes on the floor and proceeded to take a scalding hot shower. I refused to sleep that night.
Early the next morning, Livvie called me.
“Hey you.” I could hear the smile in her voice. I was a little suspicious but warily accepted she might not be mad about the night before.
I rubbed my eyes. I was exhausted.
“Hey.”
“I just wanted to let you know I have work after class, but I’m free tomorrow. I can spend the night, and tomorrow I thought we could go see a movie. I want to watch Let Me In.”
I sat up and propped myself up against the headboard.
“Um… okay.” I’d been expecting anger from her. Maybe even excuses as to why she couldn’t see me for a while. I decided it was better to accept her offer than question her motives. “What’s it about?”
“It’s sort of a horror movie, but not really. I really liked the Swedish version called Let the Right One In, but I’m curious to see what the director did with it.”
I smiled. I remembered all the movie posters in her apartment.
“Of course, Livvie. We can do that.”
“No pet names today?” she teased.
“I thought you didn’t like it.”
There was silence on her end. Then very quietly, “I liked it last night.”
My dick stirred.
“Good to know.”
“Yeah, well… just don’t get too many ideas. You can’t solve everything with sex, Caleb.”
A tingle of shame bloomed in my chest.
“I’ll try to remember.”
“Good. See you tonight, Sexy.”
I laughed. “Is that a pet name? I hate it.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
I hung up and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even dream.
CHAPTER SIX
Livvie liked to see a lot of movies and read a lot of books. She often lamented not being able to read as often as she’d like because her life was so busy between work, school, and dividing her free time between me and her friends. I often changed the subject when she brought up the last bit. I knew she wanted me to meet them. However, the idea of surrounding myself with typical twenty-year-olds was less than appealing. I had nothing in common with most people—less with those who had never shot a person at point-blank range. At least Livvie and I had that in common!
“Thanksgiving is next week,” Livvie said as she slid into the car. We’d just finished watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1. Livvie had insisted we have a marathon to catch me up before we went to see the film. Surprisingly, I genuinely enjoyed the movies. I wondered if I was more like Harry or Voldemort. “Caleb.”
“Yes?” I looked toward Livvie and smiled. She sighed.
“You know where I’m going with this. Don’t make it difficult for me.”
“Come on, Kitten. Again? I have enough friends. I don’t want any more.”
“You don’t have any friends, Caleb.”
“You’re my friend.” I winked at her as I started the car. She was a sucker for my flirting.
“Gah!” She threw up her hands sarcastically. “You are so irritating! If you weren’t so handsome I’d punch you in the face.” I laughed. “Come on, Caleb. Don’t be an ass. I’ve been really patient, but this is important to me. You’re important to me… and so are they. Please don’t make me choose.”
Despite her playful tone, I could tell how serious the situation truly was. I’d put her through a lot. After all, an evening with her friends had to bode better for me than it had for Livvie when she’d spent time with mine.
“What are we going to tell them about me?”
She shifted in her seat and gave me a look of tempered excitement.
“Ohmygod, are you asking me because you’re actually considering it?” I rolled my eyes.
“I suppose,” I grumbled. I wasn’t prepared when Livvie took off her seatbelt and jumped on me with a squeal of delight. I tapped my brakes and heard a horn blaring behind me. “Livvie! What the fuck? I’m driving!” She was completely unapologetic.
“I’m so happy! So happy, happy, happy.” She danced into her seat and put her seatbelt back on. “Claudia is going to flip her shit when she sees you. Rubi is super polite, but Claudia is a bit of a chatterbox. So expect her to talk your ear off. Sometimes she gets kinda personal, but I’ll warn her ahead of time how grumpy you are. Ohmygod, what are we going to eat? I hope the grocery store has turkeys. Big turkeys!”
My anxiety levels were rising. What the hell had I just agreed to?
“Livvie, it’s not going to be that easy. We have to be careful if you don’t want to send me pen pal letters in prison.”
Her excitement dwindled slightly. She rested her hand on my arm.
“We’d run before I ever let that happen, Caleb.” She was dead serious. My chest felt a little tighter. “Besides,” she continued, “the FBI is far from here and they don’t check on me unless I reach out first. Sloan calls sometimes, but now that she knows I have friends and don’t sit around moping over you, I don’t hear from her much. We’re okay, Caleb. We’re perfect.”
I smiled despite myself.
“We’re pretty far from perfect, Kitten. I’m the most fucked up person you know.”
“Yeah, but I’m the second most fucked up person I know, and when you put two negatives together, you get a positive. That’s math, Caleb. Math is the language of the universe. You can’t argue with the universe.” Her grin was patently ridiculous.
I love you so goddamn much.
“Yes, well, I’ve been screwed over by the universe before.”
“I know! It totally owes us.” She stuck out her tongue. I laughed.
“Seriously, what are we going to say?” I held her hand as I focused on the road.
“Well, it’s just like writing. You start with what you know, and what I know is the best lies are rooted in the truth. Your name is James. You were born in Portland, Oregon. You’re twenty-seven, well-traveled, and we’ve been seeing each other for a month and a half.”
I laughed.
“Been thinking about it, have you? My passport doesn’t say James. Also, in the event your FBI friends come poking around, I’m not sure having James Cole in your life is going to go unnoticed. Then there’s what do I do for a living? Why do I have an accent if I grew up in America? What’s my family like? Do I have any hobbies?” I slowly watched the enthusiasm fade from Livvie’s face. I felt like shit. “I’m sorry, Livvie. I know you deserve better, but I just don’t know how you think we can pull this off.”
She was quiet for the rest of the ride back to my hotel. We stripped and climbed into bed. I pulled her close. I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.
“We tell them we’re both in witness protection,” she said. “We aren’t supposed to be together, but we couldn’t stand to be apart. The FBI wants you to turn over evidence that belongs to another country. That’s why Reed was poking around and I’ve been so secretive about where I’m spending my nights. They can never tell anyone about us. As far as they’re concerned, we met at The Paseo. They love me, Caleb. They’ll keep our secret.”
I shook my head.
“Do you really think that will work? It seems far-fetched.”
“No more so than the truth.”
I considered her words carefully. It could work if her friends could truly be trusted, but I didn’t know them from anyone. I’d have to check them out thoroughly, keep an eye on them. Livvie wouldn’t like it. I’d have to keep it from her, but it was better than getting ambushed down the line. Rafiq was with me for twelve years before I found out he couldn’t be trusted. I was never going to make that mistake again.
“We’ll wait on telling them about witness protection. We’ll avoid details beyond my name, where we met, and what I do. If all goes well, we can tell them the ‘truth’ later.”
“What are you going to tell them about your job?”
“I’ll tell them I’m independently wealthy. I have a trust fund. I’ve traveled since I was a boy and that’s why my accent is strange. I’m twenty-seven, well-traveled, and we’ve been seeing each other for a month and a half.” I kissed the top of Livvie’s head.
“Thank you, Caleb.”
“You’re welcome, Kitten.” I reached for her breast and traced her nipple with my thumb. I kissed her throat when she sighed, tilting her head to the side to allow me access. My hand slid from her breast, down her ribs, and over her ass until I palmed her flesh and squeezed. “You owe me though,” I whispered against her neck.
“Mmm. What do you want?” She mimicked my actions and palmed my ass. She was oddly obsessed with my body. I couldn’t complain.
“I want several things.” I sucked the flesh of her shoulder into my mouth. She arched her body against me, rubbing her tits against my chest. Her fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. “Let’s start with you moving your hand and putting it somewhere a little more useful.” She giggled softly.
“I like where it is.” She spanked me. It was loud, but it didn’t hurt. I laughed.
“In your fucking dreams, Kitten. But if it’s spanking you enjoy, allow me to indulge you.” I let my hand fall on her ass solidly. The force caused her to push closer to me.
“No!” she yelped and squirmed in my grasp. “No, Caleb. I swear to God!” She was laughing, but also panicked. I let her go and she did exactly as I’d hoped—she ran. Her naked body bounded over me onto the floor and she took off toward the living room with a squeal.
I gave chase.
“You’re going to make security come up here,” I taunted from one side of the sofa. Livvie was on the other side, countering every move I made in either direction. She was laughing maniacally, half excited, half frightened.
“Good. I’ll tell them you’re trying to spank me. Pervert!”
“You love it. You’re the pervert!” I pushed the sofa toward her, upsetting her balance. I lunged, but she backed away and made a run toward the dining room table. I paid an ungodly amount for the room. I didn’t give a shit if we destroyed it.
“Stop chasing me!”
“Stop running.”
She circled the table, tossing down the chairs as she went. Her nipples were hard little pebbles I couldn’t keep my eyes from as her full breasts jiggled and swayed with her movements.
“You promise not to spank me?”
I grinned.
“Not a fucking chance.” I watched her carefully as she kept going around the table, stepping over the backs of the chairs she’d knocked over. If I made my move too soon, she could run toward the bedroom and subsequently lock herself in the bathroom. On the other side of the table, her back was to the wall. I let her enjoy the thrill of evading me for one last turn around the table. I leapt on top of the table, startling her. She backed up and hit the wall with her back. I jumped down and pinned her.
“Gotcha.”
She was breathing hard. I loved watching her laugh when she was trying hard not to. Despite her obvious beauty, she often made the most hideously comedic faces.
“What are you gonna do?” She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She was suddenly very flirty.
“Whatever I want.” I kissed her lips until she opened for me. As I swept my tongue inside I felt satisfaction in the way she moaned and rubbed herself against me. The idea that I had ever thought of giving her away was almost enough to make me angry. However, if being so close to Livvie had taught me anything (and it had taught me a great deal), it was that being angry was next to impossible while she melted against me.
In the weeks prior, I had learned that Livvie liked to play a little rough. It suited me well when I didn’t overthink it. She liked to be held down and done from behind. She liked to be told what to do. She liked to be spanked. Mostly, though, she liked to come. She didn’t care how it happened—just that it did. It helped take the edge off for me.
I backed away, stroking my dick. I liked the way Livvie’s eyes followed my hand. She really did like to watch me (so long as another woman wasn’t in bed with me). Her lips were swollen from kissing. She licked them and waited. I obliged by shortening her wait.
“Put your hands on the table and spread your legs.”
She smiled wickedly.
“Yes, Caleb.” She quickly assumed the position.
I ran my hand down her long ebony mane. I knew one day I would insist on wrapping it around my dick and coming in it. I brushed her hair aside and replayed my touch down her spine. I grinned when she dipped her chest lower, lifting her ass. I would get to it, but I took my time touching everything. Her tits looked heavier in her position—full. I pinched them and she whimpered. I pinched her clit and she moaned. Her moans and whimpers were like food for my dark soul.
“You ready for me to spank you?” It wasn’t really a question. It was a warning. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her breath hitched with anticipation.
“Yes, Caleb.”
“Put your chest down on the table and hold the sides.” I waited patiently for her to comply. Livvie’s beautiful skin was free of imperfections. There were no scars marring her slender back. She’d been spared my fate and I was deeply grateful.
I braced her body against my hip with one hand. I delivered the first blow with my free hand. The sound rent the air. Livvie gasped, but otherwise remained silent. I watched her ass turn pink where my hand had been.
“Pink already, Pet. How many do you think it’ll take for your ass to be bright red?”
“I don’t know, Caleb.” She spoke softly. Her legs trembled.
“Should we find out?” I traced the welt with my fingertip. Livvie whimpered again.
“If that’s what you want, Caleb.” I smiled to myself. I knew I was a sick fuck. Livvie made me a lucky fuck too. I spanked her twice, one slap after the other. Livvie braced with her arms, but didn’t clench her ass. Practice, practice, practice.
“Is that good, Kitten?” My own breathing had picked up speed as my arousal shot through the roof. Livvie’s sounds, coupled with her writhing, had me in an acute state of lust.
“Yes, Caleb. More please.”
I hissed. I spanked her four times in rapid succession. Livvie’s ass was hot beneath my fingers. She picked up her feet and writhed against the table.
“Getting pretty red now, Pet.” I was panting. “Put those fucking feet on the ground. You know better.”
“Yes, Caleb,” Livvie whispered. She was close to tears. She wouldn’t be able to take much more. Hell, I couldn’t take much more.
I used my heated fingers to rub her pussy from behind. She moaned and opened her legs wider.
“You’re awfully wet inside, Kitten. You must really like getting a spanking.” I slid my index finger inside her and moved it back and forth slowly. She shook.
“I like this better. More please. Harder.” She started moving her hips as much as she could with me holding her. She was fucking herself with my finger.
“You’re not being a very good pet right now, Kitten. You don’t get to decide when you get fucked.” I slowed my finger and she groaned in frustration. I smiled. “Who decides, Kitten?”
“You do, Caleb.” She went still and relaxed her all her muscles. She was a vessel for my pleasure, a willing participant in my depravity.
“That’s right, Kitten. I do.” I spanked her three more times before I heard a little sob. She’d had enough. I’d had enough. I stood behind her, lifted her hips, and slid her wet pussy down my cock until I hit the bottom of her.
“Oh, god! Please, Caleb.” She took swift advantage of the table and used it as leverage to saw herself back and forth on my cock. It felt so good, I temporarily gave up control. It couldn’t last long. It wasn’t what either of us wanted. I wanted control. Livvie wanted to surrender it.
Gaining my wits, I laid down on top of her. I’m over six feet tall (I use feet for your benefit, but you should really learn metric, America) to Livvie’s five feet six. I covered her entire body. To avoid depleting her oxygen supply, I braced on one elbow and gripped the other end of the table with my free hand.
“You want it hard, Pet? I’ll give it to you.” I moved my hips in long strokes, almost pulling out when I moved back, making Livvie grunt when I gave her all of me at once on the way forward.
We did it that way until my elbow hurt and we were dripping with sweat, then I flipped us over and made Livvie ride me until we both came.
She fell asleep on top of me afterward. My dick was still inside her, getting soft. Semen ran out whenever either of us moved. I didn’t care. I was too damn happy.
