Page 33 of Forged in Dusk
I run my fingers under her black panties, rubbing her swollen flesh.
“Konstantin, we don’t have time,” Claudette moans, moving her hips to ride my fingers.
“Please, we can make it quick,” I whisper, sinking a finger into her wet heat.
I move my hands out of her dress, turn her around, and I tear off her panties. I undo my slacks, pulling out my cock. I thrust into her, turning her head, kissing her to eat her moans as I take her hard against her bed. I move my hand to rub her flesh as I fuck her hard. I’m so fucking turned on; I reach my release quickly. I feel her tense, grunt, and her honey soaks my balls.
I release her mouth, gasping for air.
“Princess, that was so damn good,” I rasp in her ear.
“Yes,” Claudette whimpers.
I pull out of her, and she turns around, grabbing my cock, stroking it to life.
“Baby,” I grunt, watching her stroke my cock.
“I’m so fucking addicted to you,” Claudette whimpers, falling to her knees.
She takes my cock into her mouth, and I slide in and out, throwing my head back. She’s going to kill me because that’s all we do when we’re together.
Claudette cups my balls and releases my cock to suck one into her hot mouth, driving me crazy.
“Baby, I need more,” I groan, pulling her up and turning her around.
I take her again, gazing into her heated green eyes, watching her come undone.
“I love you,” Claudette whispers.
My heart soars; I lose it.
“I love you,” I growl, kissing her deeply.
“Hello, we need to leave,” Marie yells from the living room.
“Geeze, you two need to stop,” Kitty yells, knocking on the wall.
I pull out, grinning, watching the red flush spread all over Claudette's face.
“Let’s hurry,” I say, pulling some wipes from the package.
We clean up in a hurry, and Claudette fixes her long locks as I zip her up. I grab her ass, kissing her neck.
“Baby, later, you’re all mine,” I growl.
“Yes,” Claudette nods, pulling out of my arms.
I take her hand; we walk down the hall into the living room. Marie and Kitty stand at the door, tapping their feet.
“Let’s go,” I say, opening the door for them.
We walk out of the apartment and get into my black Audi. I drive to the funeral home, and I drop the girls at the door since we’re running late. I park my car, and then I walk into the building. I look around for Claudette among the people paying their condolences at the funeral home.
An hour later, I drove the girls to attend the burial. The girls cry; Claudette buries her face into my chest. I hold her close, looking at the grave.
I look at the family, grind my molars with the fucking anger that burns. I have to do something about these fucking Rogues. They can’t be killing the humans at their fucking whim.
My cell phone vibrates in the pocket of my black slacks. I pull it out to look at the message.
