Page 83 of Freaks Of Nature
Bracing the unconscious man’s weight, I lower him to the ground quietly, to not alert his guard downstairs with the sound of a body dropping.
I give him a shove to roll him onto his back and retrieve the note with the message:
Still think I can’t get to you?
The pin I’m using to attach the paper to the man’s shirt is one from Mr. DeMarco’s personal collection. The sender of the message is obvious.
I push off and retreat the same way I entered. Slipping out through the balcony door, I screw the light bulbs back in before sliding down the brick wall.
As I take off toward my bike, I glance back at the lit first-floor window. There’s no sign of motion. No sign I was ever here other than the note on my target.
After gulping down the bottle of water I keep in my backpack, I put my helmet on and push my nearly 600-pound machine a little bit further until I’m sure I’m out of earshot.
Before starting the engine, I pull out my phone to text Christopher that it’s done. I set it to silent with even the vibration turned off so it wouldn’t distract me or give me away. I’m surprised to see that it’s lit up with texts from Ash.
I open the app.
Heart pounding out of my chest, I stare at the words, ‘Thought you wanted to be included’, along with several pictures.
And one 42-second video.
Em
Ash throws his phone onto the pillow and whips us around until I’m on top straddling him, my hands braced on the mattress by his head.
The swift maneuver has me crashing into his chest while it takes him no time at all to align himself. In one thrust he seats his cock inside me again.
I’ve barely drawn a breath.
His splayed hands on my ass spread me open as his hips come up, pumping his stiff length into me with the efficiency of a piston. He’s in full control, and all I can do is take it as he holds me steady.
At the angle he keeps my hips locked, he pounds my G-spot at a quickening pace. I’m going to come again. The pressure builds so rapidly.
“Ash!” His name bursts from my lungs as forcefully as the orgasm ruptures in my core.
“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he pants, the punishing force behind his thrusts unyielding.
My walls squeezing him, adding to the slick suction linking our bodies despite his pace tapering down.
Still going deep, Ash shifts his hands. He flattens me to his chest, an arm like a vise around my middle.
His wandering touch prowls up and down the crease of my ass until his fingers linger where he’s not filling me yet.
He pushes in.
“That’s two fingers now, baby girl,” he says, the hoarse texture of his voice scraping along my jawline. “Do you think you can fit more?”
I’m almost ashamed to admit.
“Yes,” I moan, rolling my hips in anticipation.
I feel him stretch me with a third. He moves them in and out, working me open further.
“You’re a needy girl, aren’t you, Emily? You like the pressure. One cock filling your cunt isn’t enough.”
I tip my head back, getting pulled under by the exhilarating sensation of his play when his voice drones on, “Can you take another?”
My ears stop tracking Ash’s words. I hear a sweatshirt drop, and then a second pair of hands is on me, kneading my breasts, demanding to be filled. His fingertips delve into my flesh.
