Page 49 of Tortured Whispers
“I missed you too, Brook. Why didn’t you text me when you got out of school?” He pulled my hoodie off then tugged on my hair until I whimpered.
Yes.
I needed more of that pain.
“I went to Ashley’s,” I told him.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to her house.” His brows furrowed as he regarded me. His eyes were everywhere on me but I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt sexy. I felt beautiful.
“I’m sowwy,” I whined as his grip tightened. I wanted more. I thought about saying something smart-mouthed to see if he’d pull harder.
“I worry about you, Brook,” he grumbled.
“I know. It was a quick visit though.” My fingers opened button after button on Cease’s shirt. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I’d heard him claim me as his over and over but I wondered if he knew that meant he was mine too.
All. Fucking. Mine.
I kissed his neck and bit a trail up to his ear. He made the sexiest sound in response to me. My pussy clenched then flooded my panties. I had on white ones today. They’d be transparent by the time he got between my thighs.
When I felt his strong fingers unbuttoning my jeans, my hips rocked with anticipation. I had to do something with my hands while he pushed my pants down my long legs, so I unbuckled his belt.
We couldn’t get each other undressed quick enough. For once, I regretted wearing so many stupid fucking layers. My chattering mind was silenced once Caesar’s heavy cock sprang out of his slacks.
My mouth watered and I locked my arms around his neck. We shared a torrid kiss that blasted fire through to my core. He lifted me against the door like I weighed nothing. I was worried it would turn to flames the way we were going at it.
We became a mess of teeth on flesh and nails scraping skin while he penetrated me. I was steadily unraveling while Cease deepened his powerful strokes. My thighs were jelly wrapped around his solid frame.
I wanted him deeper still. Even though it felt like I would pop any second with how full he made me. He stretched me like my pussy was custom fit for him. It didn’t matter because I didn’t want anyone else.
I’d never survive with anyone else. I’d never flourish with anyone else. I was a part of him and he was a part of me. “Cease,” I breathed. I didn’t know if I was coming or going but my lord, I never wanted it to stop.
My head rolled along the door while he thrust harder and faster. He was drenched in me and slid in and out so easily. My pussy welcomed him. If my body was a temple then by all things holy, Caesar Powers was the most devout parishioner.
“Cum for me, Brook,” he grunted. He was close too. I knew it. I could tell now.
His cock swelled and the veins all pulsed at once with the need to explode inside of me. Sick me wanted to get pregnant and have his baby. Sick me wanted a life with him far away from judging eyes and whispering mouths.
I was never well though.
I’d always been sick.
Maybe sick me was real me.
Maybe I needed to stop brushing her off and embrace her. At least she was free and at peace.
I came hard on Case’s command. The delicious jolt surged through me forcing my spine to curve forward. My orgasms were so forceful when Cease demanded I give them up. They were like tyrants ordering my body to succumb to the most sinful pleasure.
…and I did.
Caesar shot his load inside of me, slippery and hot while I moaned from the sensation. My heart rate was through the roof. I was sure anyone around could hear the way it banged against my chest.
“Shit,” he cursed, sliding out of me. I pulled up my panties in a rush and inched my jeans up over my bare legs.
A knock on the closed office door glued me to my spot. “Hey, Cease, did your niece come for her session?” I heard an unfamiliar voice on the other side of the door and froze.
“Yeah, Ronnie, she’s in here. Give me a second…” We both scrambled around trying to be quiet as mice while we got dressed. I tied my black hoodie around my waist and tried not to look like I was still floating high on an orgasm.
Once Cease was dressed and buttoned up, he opened the door. A tall, slender man stood at the once empty desk just outside Cease’s office. He was talking to a woman with dark hair and plum colored lips. She was pretty. I had to fight off the urge to compare myself to her.
