All Chapters of FILTHY DREAMS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I take my phone away from my ear and look around my very empty room. The man Kamila assumed was here is not and will never be. Not with the sun shining through the window anyway. It's a harsh reminder to stomp down each and every emotion rising for him, for a person he can never be for me. We're a Saturday for three months kind of thing. Not a relationship, not even really a fling. We're an arrangement. Nothing more. I can't afford to forget that again.I get dressed and then order a breakfast that's far too large for me to finish alone, but hey, Law told me to get what I wanted, so why not get it all? Once I'm done, I take one more tour around the room, capturing pictures like I did at The Lincoln. I don'texactly know why. It's more than just wanting to have photos of rooms I'd never be able to afford myself. I want the memories. I just can't explain why. Or maybe I don't want to truly admit it to myself quite yet.I drive home and shower before going to the hospital, cake in hand. K

Tears come to my eyes, my throat screams for mercy, but God, I love it all. His hand holding my hair so roughly, it hurts. His cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Every single time his cock hits the back of my throat, he makes me take more."I'm about to come." He pants, his hand twisting my hair in his grip, moving my head up and down quicker on him. "Don't you dare let a single drop out of your mouth."I moan at his words, and with one final thrust into my mouth, his body arching with how hard he drives into me, he comes."Take it," he demands gruffly. "Take my cum. Let it slide down your throat."The taste of him, mixed with me, fills my mouth. It's too much, his cock and his cum filling my mouth, but I only want more. More of the look on Law's face as I stare up at him. More of the muscles in his thighs bunched beneath my tightly gripping hands. More of feeling like Law is under my control right now. I slide off of Law, and he hisses, chest heaving with a deep breath as his eyes

He shrugs. "Maybe that your fingers would have found their way to your pussy because you were remembering our times together."Well, that has heat rushing right to the area he just mentioned. I swallow, determined not to let him throw me off-kilter this time."No. That was what I did last night."His smirk is instant. He puts his fork down, pushing his chair back some so he can, very pointedly, rub against his obvious erection through his pants."And what were you thinking of while you fingered yourself?""Your mouth on me.""Hmm, interesting. I got you some chocolate cake."He juts his chin toward the only still covered tray. I lift it, finding a cake with four layers of chocolate waiting for me."Do you think you could eat it while I ate your pussy?"My eyes snap from the cake to him. So much for not being thrown off-kilter. "Wh-what?""You heard me. Do you?" I don't answer because... what the hell kind of question is that? He licks his lips. "Let's find out."And then he's lowering

"I wouldn't even know what to say. Hey, I know we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, or even really dating, but do you mind coming with me to meet my sister in the hospital?""Yes, that sounds great." Kamila smiles. "So, say next week?""Kamila...""Are you really gonna turn down your sick sister's request?" she asks, giving me the fakest puppy dog eyes."That is really low.""But is it working?" Laury snickers."Of course, it's freaking working, you douchebags.""You make sure you tell me when he's coming," Laury says. "I will call out of work for that.""I hate you," I murmur to her as Veronica walks into the room."I have some great news," she announces, smiling at us."They found me a kidney," Kamila jokes. We all know it can't be that because a lot more would be happening at once."Close. They found someone else a kidney, so you've moved up the list. The next kidney, of course, with the right circumstances and all that hoopla, is yours."Kamila's hands shoot up to cover her mouth.

He pounds into me, turning my moan into a scream, making the pleasure rise in me to the point that I feel I might cry. A broken whimper leaves me as I hold onto him, my nails digging into his neck. He groans, repeating the same word every time he thrusts into me."Mine. Mine. Fucking mine." Then he asks, "Do you understand me, Sarah?"I give a lazy nod. Then he's moving us, hands gripping my ass to hold me to him while he walks me from the living room to the kitchen. He lays me on the table, and I hiss at my back going to the cold steel."No," I protest as he drags my panties down my legs. "What if the table breaks?""Then it breaks. I would never let you fall."God damn it, I don't want my heart to take those words the way it just did. It definitely doesn't help when Law leans over to kiss me again, softer this time, as if fucking me against the wall has driven some of the anger way, as if my nod agreeing that I'm his was all he needed. He begins stroking into me again, slow thrusts