I release a soft and quiet breath. “I thought you said we didn’t have time.” I gaspingly moan as his cock slides into me easily. I arch my back and my hands grip the edge of the dresser. He doesn’t even get to thrust, I slam my ass against him, sliding his cock deep into my pussy. Again, I slide up and slam into him. “Let me do the work!” He pleadingly argues, his breaths already rapid. “Fuck, you’re so wet!” “I’m fucking aroused!” I gasp and lean my head onto the dresser, continuing to thrust myself against him, forcing him to grab my ass cheeks and try guiding himself along with me. The burning in my stomach increases as my mouth wants to connect with his, but allowing him to slam his cock into my pussy while I’m bent over is so fucking pleasurable, I can’t even think as the beads of sweat begin trickling down my face. “Harder!” I whisper in a defeated-sounding breath. I didn’t realize it ten minutes ago, but fo

“Five fucking times!” I scream in a rage of anger as I stomp my way toward the beach. “You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body, Devin! You wanted sex just as bad as I did! It’s mind-blowing! But you’re scared I’m going to get pregnant, so you want me to risk my body and take some stupid pill to reassure you that I won't get pregnant! Fuck that!” “No! Babe!” He pleads, rushing up behind me. “I just…. neither one of us is ready for kids! Hell, like you just said, we just started a relationship! Why would either one of us want to risk that!” “Then use a fucking condom!” I yell, spinning around, pulling a sandal off my foot, and whipping it at him. “And even then, we could still end up pregnant…because it's fucking sex!” “You’re right!” He yells back, his hand sliding across my arm and intertwining our fingers. “Cassie! Stop! I’m fucking sorry! I didn’t mean it! Just…don’t leave me!” “What?” I stop and look back at him, the terror o

I open my eyes, looking around the room, groggy and still tired. “Good morning beautiful.” Devin's voice calls out and I turn my attention toward the bathroom. He stands in place, smiling at me only wearing a towel. “Good morning,” I mumble and slide my head against the warm and plush pillow. “How did you sleep, babe?” “You snored.” He admits, reaching for a cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand near the bathroom door. “I was up a lot, thanks to McKenzie and her ‘evening buddy’ and the walls in this mansion should be a hell of a lot more soundproof.” “Were they that loud?” I ask, sitting up, running my hand through my hair and wiping my eyes out with my other hand. “I didn’t even know they had a room up here.” “You do now.” He says as I hear a light tapping behind my head. “Hear it?” “What is that?” I ask as the tapping becomes louder. “Fuck me harder!” McKenzie’s voice pleads, clearly heard through the wall. “D

“Fighting or not, he loves you,” McKenzie argues as we step outside and begin to look for the car. “He’s just being safe.”I scoff, spinning around and growing angry. “Where in the fuck is the car! And being safe? We get into an argument about the morning-after pill and now he doesn’t want to cum inside of me. I should force him to cum inside of me.”“Okay!” She argues, walking toward the side of the house. “Now you’re just being petty. Don’t be petty.”“Do you think they found John?” I ask, looking down at my phone as the nerves run through my body. “They’ve been gone for a few hours already.”“No.” She answers, hitting the button on the key fob. “Brian would’ve messaged me. I can guarantee they are looking in the wrong places.”“Speaking of wrong places!” I say, interrupting her. “Devin was mentioning how you and your boy toy kept him up most of the night. And honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t bragged about it yet.”“Hoh!” She scoffs in a complaining-sounding tone. “I’m not going

My eyes gaze at Devin as the rage sitting inside of him is obvious. He paces back and forth through the bedroom, half-naked and contemplating. I want to help him, but I have no idea how to. He’s the one trying to come up with a plan, I don’t want to disturb whatever it is he is thinking about. I slide my legs across the bed. The silky sheets are a reminder of last night and how I wanted sex, but he was too angry to even consider it. But right now, I need to be mindful of the serious problems and how we plan on taking down my father. “Babe…” I softly say and pause as he stops dead in his tracks. “We don’t even have a plan. They said he’d be back today, and we’re just stuck where we are at. We don’t have words!” “Words?” He speaks. His tone is deep and angry. “Why would I need words? I need a gun and a shovel. He’s not going to see tomorrow morning.” “Just hold on!” I argue, pushing myself off the bed. “Before we kill him, I want to meet h