Five #4
The thrill of being filled by him again hits so hard, I obey instantly. He takes the condom, rolls it onto his cock, and dives back in with the magic of his lips and mouth on my core. Pleasure builds and builds, but just before it explodes, he stops cold.
Lifting me with ease, he sits me on the counter and slams his cock all the way in. The stretch of my walls comes with a pain that rips a scream from my throat. He looms over me, gripping my waist and pounding into me, deep and slow.
“This pussy…” he growls through gritted teeth, like a man in pain. “It’s one of a kind.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, letting the magic of his body pull me back into the abyss of pleasure.
He slides his hands under my ass, lifts me fully into his arms, and, still holding me, pulls his long cock out only to slam it back in with speed.
His lips find mine in between my gasps, devouring me with hungry, lingering kisses.
Then he pulls back, panting, and carries me back to the bed. He lays me down on my stomach and mounts me from behind. A second later, he’s buried deep again. Each thrust is brutal, so strong it pushes my body forward, but he grabs my hips and yanks me back for another. And another.
I clutch the sheets, glancing over my shoulder at him as he tears me apart with a savage intensity. His eyes are locked on where our bodies meet, wild with lust. He gives me both pain and pleasure.
When my fingers curl inward, I know I’m close again. I clench my pussy around his cock so tightly, it’s like I’m trying to keep him inside me forever. He slaps my ass hard, making me scream as I shudder through the rush of my second orgasm, but he needs more time this round.
He shoves me toward the center of the bed, stuffs a pillow under my stomach, and drives his cock back into my lifted ass.
He moves with the precision and focus of a man on a mission, slamming into me with relentless intensity until he finally lets go and fills the condom.
My whole body feels wrecked, like I’ve been hit by a truck.
And again, as soon as he’s done, he gets off me and starts dressing, smirking as he tells me he’s expecting me tomorrow night. I’m so exhausted that I just pull the sheet over my body and close my eyes.
The sound of the door makes me crack my eyelids open, and the empty room reminds me I need to get home. I drag my sore body off the bed and slip into my clothes. As I pull on my t-shirt, the door swings open without warning. It’s the young bartender I saw earlier.
He steps inside, eyes scanning me with concern. “You okay, love? I was starting to worry. You’ve been in here for two hours.”
The edge of my mouth tugs up in a lazy smile. “I’m fine, thanks.”
He gives me a long look before turning to leave, but then whistles and chuckles. “Well, well, looks like someone got a proper tip.”
My eyes fall on the stack of bills on the pillow, and I have no idea where they came from. The bartender picks them up, counts them, and with a grin, walks over to me, stuffing the cash into my pocket.
“Maxim’s always generous with the girls, but I’ve never seen him spoil one this much.
You’re lucky, real redheads are rare. And Maxim’s got a thing for them.
Sure, he doesn’t sleep with the same girl two nights in a row, but even if he sees you twice a month, you’d be raking in it.
Not to mention the other clients you’ll land with a face like that. ”
He keeps rambling, and I stand there frozen, like an idiot.
Someone calls him from outside, and he shoots me a wink before leaving.
Head spinning and body aching, I step into the hallway.
Now that the thrill of Maxim has worn off, I tune into the sounds around me, echoing down the corridor. Sex sounds.
I follow the noise, ending up in another corridor where hulking men stand guard outside rooms. One of them starts toward me, but just then, a door swings open. A man steps out, zipping up his pants, while behind him, a naked woman sprawls on the bed, counting cash.
As the guard gets closer, I quickly turn back, trying not to draw attention, and head down the stairs. The acid in my stomach burns its way up my throat, and the second I’m outside the club, I double over and vomit everything I’ve eaten since morning.
I can’t believe what just happened. Maxim, the man who saved me from assault, runs a brothel. He’s not the hero I thought he was, just another scumbag exploiting women.
I glance up at the club’s sign, the word “Heaven” mocking me, and nausea hits again. Yeah, this place really is heaven for filthy pigs looking to prey on women.
I pull the cash the bartender stuffed in my pocket and hurl it into a trash can, vowing to bury the memory of tonight along with it. The memory of a man I’d built up as a hero in my mind, only to learn he’s just another monster.
What I didn’t know… was that fate had other plans. That night didn’t just tie our bodies together. It tangled our destinies too. With the innocent life born nine months later, a soul nothing like her father. Not born of darkness, but of light.
Aurora.