Page 32 of Mara
“Yes. I will take every fucking drop you give me. Can you handle me, Bonehead?”
My taunt got me a brutal pounding. I wasn’t so much bouncing off his body as being thrown off him and slammed back onto him.
“Beg for my come, my little whore. Beg for my cock to fill up this perfect fucking cunt,” He demanded, smacking my ass so hard I could feel it as his hand imprinted instantly onto my tanned skin.
“Yes!” I panted, feeling my own orgasm crest, and the contractions pulsate all over.
He barked out a strangled cry, “Holy fuck! You are truly Nirvana. My own piece of heaven in this hell of the world.”
His words. His claim. To belong. I felt…so warm.
My body sagged against him, the shower curtain holding me up, but my legs were unable to hold my weight.
He held me up, forcing his cock to stay inside me. I felt every single pump and aftershock. His seed leaked from my pussy and dropped down my legs.
I felt him go from rock hard to a spent softness. It made me swell with pride.
Within a few minutes, I could feel him grow hard again. I was so sensitive, I hissed as he grew.
Chuckling at my pain, Jinx finally let his cock slide free of me, and I felt the emptiness in my core instantly. Regardless of the pain, I wanted that pleasure again and again.
As I came back down from the high, my brain finally registered Jinx’s appearance.
How did he get so dirty?
His face was smudged with a dirty color of brown and black. The colors left a muddy trail down his body and swirled around my drain.
“Since when do you wear…makeup?” I asked softly, trying to step away from him, forgetting that my arms were still restrained. More and more of the heat left me, and I couldn’t help but feel the chill.
He shrugged, proceeding to untie my arms from the shower curtain.
An eerie feeling of unease crept into my blood. “Jinx, what are you even doing here?”
Bonehead got out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and chucked it toward my head.
“Your sister asked me to make sure you were safe. There’s a bad man after you, Mara. Are you implying that I am not capable of protecting you?”
I thought about that, biting my lip in contemplation.
“I guess…but why would you want to?”
He looked me up and down, bringing a blush to my cheeks at his scrutiny.
“Looks like being your bodyguard comes with perks.”
I felt so ashamed and ignored him. Instead, I wrapped the towel around me and left the shower.
“I am fine now. You can go home. I want to enjoy my day off without feeling like some kind of fragile freak.”
He raised a brow. “And what do you intend to do on your day off, Nirvana?”
I lifted my chin, squeezing out my curls and thinking of a lie. “I have a date.”
A muscle in his jaw clenched before he smiled. “Oh? Who’s the lucky guy?”
I bit my lip again. The damn skin was so torn, I was surprised I had anything left to bite.
“Just a friend from work. Nothing serious.”
