Page 65 of Law Of Love

Moving my clammy hands, I pressed my fingers to his pant zip, sliding it down, the sound making my thighs impossibly slicker. I shuffled his pants and boxers down slightly, my eyes bulging as his cock sprung free, the sheer size causing my throat to constrict and my heart to slam into my chest.

“Eyes on me,” Kaleb ordered, and I gazed up at him, his thumb running over my bottom lip before I inched forward slightly. A low growl emitted from his chest, and he watched me with a burning stare as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, gripping his cock at the base and forcing more of him down my throat.

He grunted loudly, cursing under his breath as he pulled his dick out of my mouth, slowly angling his hips to thrust it back in at an agonisingly slow pace.

I was drenched. I could feel my wetness dripping onto the expensive dress he’d bought me, but with my lips wrapped around his cock, I didn’t care. I wanted him deeper.

My tongue swirled around the head, teasing him before I dragged him from my mouth and took even more of him in, repeating the action over and over until Kaleb was groaning above me.

I clenched my thighs together to stop the sensation between my legs from flourishing, but Kaleb gripped the back of my neck, gathering my hair and pulling it. He did it just hard enough so it was pleasurable and not painful, causing me to moan with my mouth full, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Don’t press those thighs together and pretend you aren’t fucking soaking for me, Freya,” he said roughly. “Hike that dress up and touch yourself while I fuck this smart mouth of yours.”

I immediately adhered, spreading my legs and bunching up my dress on either side of my thighs. All I could think about was the sweet taste of Kaleb’s cock in my mouth and the throbbing need emitting from my pussy, and I dipped my fingers down, my wetness soaking them.

I moaned as he thrust into my mouth, twirling my fingers around my clit, my back arching as I widened my throat.

“Am I rude now, Freya?” he grunted as he picked up the pace. “Am.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Obnoxious?” Thrust.

My muscles tensed as my orgasm approached.

“Let me see those beautiful eyes when you come.”

I opened them and gazed up at the god-like man above me. My body was chasing my orgasm, and I tried my best to delay it, wanting to prolong the euphoric feeling for as long as possible. But, the pit in my lower abdomen multiplied in intensity by the second until I couldn't take it anymore, and I reached my peak. The world came crashing down around me—an inferno surrounding my already flaming body, heat encasing me.

Moaning loudly, Kaleb grunted before pulling out and placing his hand on my chest, guiding me down onto the bed. He fisted himself for a few more seconds as I came down from my orgasm, strings of his cum coating my bare thighs as he groaned.

I breathed heavily, pushing my dark hair away from my face, and a bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I watched Kaleb with clouded eyes.

He studied me curiously, breaking out into a wide smile, a throaty laugh escaping his mouth, causing me to do the same.

I was inhaling straight euphoria and breathing out pure exhilaration.

I no longer needed oxygen.

This feeling was what my body survived off.

Twenty-nine: Freya

I’d been paranoid the past week. I felt like everywhere I went, somebody was following me. Watching me. Stalking me. Kaleb kept a close eye on my movements, having Brent watch me when he couldn’t—as if I had my own personal bodyguards—but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that somebody sinister was keeping tabs on me.

Tonight, Hannah, Josh, Ty and I were heading to a Christmas fair—much to Kaleb’s displeasure. He claimed it was risky, but we knew I couldn’t remain hidden away inside the house forever. I had to live my life, and we’d agreed he’d come but keep his distance.

“I’ll be with Brent,” Kaleb told me in the parking lot. “I better not see any wandering hands from your waiter friend tonight.”

I rolled my eyes at the teasing. “He has a name.”

“And I don’t care to use it.” He placed his hand on my lower back and pushed me in the direction of the fair entrance, where I had arranged to meet my friends. “Now go and have fun.”

I flashed the security guard my wristband, squeezing through a small crowd until I saw my friends huddling under a large glistening Christmas tree—a fake snowy log cabin with plastic elves surrounding it to their right.

Hannah and Ty engulfed me in hugs while Josh nodded in my direction as he stuffed his face with his mustard-covered hot dog. Apparently, he was only here for the food.

We spent the next two hours perusing the Christmas stalls, ordering an obscene amount of curly fries and burgers, and ride-hopping. Although I was having fun, I was continuously watching my back, locking eyes with multiple large, beefy men who only stared back with confusion, their significant others ushering them away while shooting me cold glares.

I hadn’t caught sight of Kaleb or Brent, but I knew they were watching us. The fact that I couldn’t see them reassured me because I knew it meant that if somebody else were spying on me, they wouldn’t have spotted them either. The boys were trained to blend into crowds and go unnoticed when needed, and they were doing just that.

“Anyone want to do the Christmas maze?” Hannah yelled over the booming live music, the musicians tickling their electric guitars and piano keys up on the brightly lit stage.

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