She sat down next to me and even though my back was to her, I could hear her trying to catch her breath. I turned to her slowly, unable to help wanting to check on her.
"It helps when you touch me," she said, looking so vulnerable and weak that the guilt got the better of me. I caved and kissed her lips, knowing I shouldn't. Then I lowered her down onto her back, thinking about what to say to her to make her talk to me as I got between her legs. The hyperventilating was one thing, but the pain in her eyes destroyed me. I was on autopilot as I gave her what she wanted, knowing it might be the last time for a while as I slid my dick into her pussy. "Is that better?" I asked her, willing to let it go just for tonight. She nodded, her breathing returning to normal as she calmed down beneath me. "Don't stop," she said, before she kissed me again. Yes, I fucked her. And yes, onceFor the first time since that hotel room in Rome, she didn't look sad or numb. She didn't look like she would cry. She was fired up and battle ready and truth be told, this was probably a fight she would have won. Of course I missed home. Our people. Our lives. My birthday was tomorrow and for the very first time, no one would call. After my run, I didn't go back. Instead, I spent the rest of the day alone. Turning the whole we were on the run from the entire American mafia thing around and around in my head. I had to tell her. We needed to strategize. I just didn't know how when she wasn't fucking talking to me about what was going on with her. Just as the longing got the better of me and I wondered why I was here in the dead of the night instead of going home to her, Stacy walked into the boxing gym she wasn't supposed to know I was a member of.All my focus immediately went to her and I took a blow to the jaw. Minutes later, she was dragging me out of
It's been two weeks since the incident in the hotel suite in Rome. We just got to Prague. We moved every two weeks now. The fixer told Stacy it was just a precaution, like I told him to. He wanted us to be moving constantly, but I knew my brilliant girlfriend was already suspicious and I needed more time to think. The only real leverage that we had were the ledgers. Stacy was in no place to go there though. She still hadn't come back from what happened in Rome. What would recreating even one of those things cost her? And even if she did do it, what then? She clearly didn't trust the feds. How else was I supposed to keep her safe from the fucking mafia? This morning was a welcome distraction from the paranoia and fear. Stacy fucked me. I mean she really went to town on my dick. Her pussy must be magical or something, because she fucking blew my mind every time I stuck my dick into it. My fingers were buried to the hilt in her ass as I fingered it and she rode me r
She sat down next to me and even though my back was to her, I could hear her trying to catch her breath. I turned to her slowly, unable to help wanting to check on her. "It helps when you touch me," she said, looking so vulnerable and weak that the guilt got the better of me. I caved and kissed her lips, knowing I shouldn't. Then I lowered her down onto her back, thinking about what to say to her to make her talk to me as I got between her legs. The hyperventilating was one thing, but the pain in her eyes destroyed me. I was on autopilot as I gave her what she wanted, knowing it might be the last time for a while as I slid my dick into her pussy. "Is that better?" I asked her, willing to let it go just for tonight. She nodded, her breathing returning to normal as she calmed down beneath me. "Don't stop," she said, before she kissed me again. Yes, I fucked her. And yes, once
"Stacy, are you okay, baby?" I asked with a groan, no longer in control. Faster, deeper, I needed more. I wanted to dominate the hell out of her ass. "Scott," she cried out, screaming her head off.I was balls deep inside her, but immediately stopped and looked up to find out what was wrong, but nothing was. Everything was perfect. She was a drooling, panting, gorgeous mess and she was coming."Scott, Scott, oh Scottie," she screamed repeatedly, giving herself over to the pleasure. Grabbing her breasts might not have been my best call as I watched this unfold, but I wanted to support her trembling body as she let loose. Fighting to distract myself, I started kissing her back, my unrelenting hips pumping slowly into her. After what felt like an eternity, her body stilled and she fell forward, face first against the mattress. There was nothing left of my sanity as I picked up speed again. I only just made out her whispers throu
"How are you doing, baby?" I asked her, holding her asscheeks as I tried to calm myself down long enough to start thrusting. "The only thing that would have turned me on more than knowing where your dick is would have been having a vibrator up my pussy," she said dreamily, immediately pissing me off. Did she sneak another glass of wine past me somehow? She knew better than to say shit like that to me the first time she had a dick up her ass. Immediately feeling possessive, I slid my hand between her thighs and slipped my fingers into her pussy. "Nothing goes inside you except me. You know that," I said with a hiss, pulling back and thrusting into her ass without meaning to. I had to rein it in to go slow when I realized her teasing had finally gotten things going. How the fuck would I make it through this night without losing my mind? Oblivious to my struggle containing myself, she giggled and asked, "What's your hang up wi
It had been two months of us being in Europe. We were in France for about six weeks before the fixer moved us to Rome. I was bummed about giving up my job at the art gallery. It kept me sane that first month, but I didn't need it nearly as much anymore. I was so caught up in being between my girlfriend's legs that letting it go didn't matter the way it would have in the beginning.When the fixer offered us replacement jobs Stacy declined, saying she wanted some time together, just the two of us, to explore Rome. Being the pussy whipped idiot that I was, I just went with it, because that's what I did these days. Think with my dick.What she really meant was she wanted time to fuck. Since the exhibition, we went at it constantly. I knew it for the red flag that it was, but it had been weeks of not touching her and I was only a man. One desperately in love with her at that. When she walked into the room in next to nothing or one of my shirts or my personal favorite, nothing at