15. Chase
“You,” I grunted, “feel,” thrust, “so fucking good,” enunciating each word as I pounded into Emma’s wet cunt. I couldn’t fucking wait to have her. Once the workday ended, I sped back to my apartment to fuck her senseless.
“I love feeling your pussy grip me, just as I’m about to fill you,” I hammered into her harder, driving my hips into her backside at a brutal pace. Her pale skin was red and bruising under my tight grip.
Emma was bent over my couch, on her toes gasping for breath as I held her down. Looming over her, I leaned down kissing her face, licking wherever I could. She tasted salty, like sex, and all mine. Rising behind her, I slowly slid my dick out of her until nothing but the throbbing tip was in. I looked to where our bodies met and admired her juices spilling down her thighs, glistening on my cock. Slamming back into her, I filled her sweet pink pussy with my come.
We both panted, catching our breath as our bodies collapsed together on the couch. She threw her leg over mine, her slippery inner thigh sliding on mine. I fucking loved her so much, she could never understand.
“So,” she looked up at me with her big gorgeous eyes, her dainty fingers swirled little circles on my chest, “how about you show me around your place.” Her face was red, her body slightly trembled in my arms. I cuddled her closer to me, memorizing the feel of her body fitting perfectly against mine.
“I suppose,” I sighed feigning annoyance, “I can try to contain my desire for you until then, although that thought makes dinner feel like it’s an eternity away, kitten.”
She pulled her panties back on hastily as I tucked my cock back into my slacks but stayed shirtless as I showed her around. While it was bigger than hers, it was nothing like my old place. It had a den that I used for my work from home office, a study, and all the necessary living spaces. As we approached the study, she stood curiously.
“What’s in here?” her hand reached for the knob turning it only to find it locked, “it’s locked.” Her hazel eyes turned to me curiously.
“Don’t worry your beautiful mind about that, kitten,” I told her, leading her back to the main living space, “just some things from an old life.”
She accepted that and took in the decor, “Seattle?” she guessed looking at a painting of a city hung on the wall. It was the only thing I kept upon moving here.
I nodded, “That’s right. I lived there for quite some time. Grew very fond of it,” I admitted. Seattle was a gorgeous city. The only thing it was missing was Emma.
“Do you miss it there?”
I nodded agreeing.
“Why did you leave?” she asked, her attention fully turning back to me.
I’d never forget the instagram post I’d seen of her. All because I clicked on a simple hashtag. I found her and it changed me. She was the reason why nothing else worked out for me, she was the reason why no other woman in Seattle would keep me after finding out that I watched them, followed them, made sure they were isolated and saved just for me. Because she was my other half. Emma was the missing piece.
I had to pull some strings to be able to leave the state, thanks to one of the best defense lawyers Seattle could offer me, but she was worth every single penny. Finding Emma would forever be the highlight of my existence.
And I’d rather be dead than see her with anyone but me.
Her questioning glance ripped me from my reverie, “Sorry,” I rubbed a hand on the back of my neck, easing the tension, “I left to find you my sweet Emma.”
That wasn’t a lie.
Blush crept across her face, her features softening into the most angelic grin, “You’re too sweet to me babe,” she said as she kissed me gently. The pet name dripped off her lips playing in my head.
I loved her.
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The restof the evening was as beautiful as my Emma. I ordered her favorite Thai place and spent the rest of the evening watching her favorite comfort shows before slipping my cock back into her primed pussy.
Emma sparked passion in me that quickly turned my heart into an inferno, burning for her alone. Nothing and no one would stop the blaze. Nothing was ever going to keep me from her.
Not God himself.
She fell into a deep sleep after milking my cock. The bed sheets were tangled around her naked body as she sighed softly in her sleep. I snapped a picture of her, wanting to remember her, bruised and fucked by me.
Creeping over to the den, I printed out the picture of her and marveled at the sight. Making sure she hadn’t woken up, I got the key out of the desk drawer and made my way to the study. The latch clicked, unlocking. The door opened with a small creek.
I held my breath listening for signs of her, before shutting myself in. I turned on the desk lamp and admired my collage. Hundreds of photos of Emma now took refuge on the wall, her smiling face greeting me warmly. She didn’t realize I had taken these photos. She didn’t even know I was there. Only a handful of them were from her social media accounts, I wanted the real her, not what she posted for the world to see.
I’d watched Emma for a year before interacting with her. I loved her from afar, as she dated that dumbass Nate. I was close to killing him before he fucked a classmate in one of the bathrooms, effectively ruining him and Emma’s relationship. He didn”t realize that he saved his own life by stuffing his cock into another bitch.
I carefully pinned the new photo of Emma to the wall, just over the headline Duquesne and Jefferson succeeded. Judgment for Defendant Chase Lowe. Clearing down all the other photos I’d kept of old toys, I was ready to cleanse myself of them becoming irrevocably and wholly hers. These women no longer meant a thing to me.
Not when I had my sweet kitten.
I turned, ready to burn the pile of old photos in my hand, when I was met with the beautiful wide eyed stare.
“What,” she stuttered, clutching the bed sheet around her delicate body, “what is all of this Chase.”
Her skin was pale as she frantically took in the wall behind me. I was frozen in time, feeling that inferno being extinguished with every horrified look she gave the articles.
“Emma,” I lurched towards her, gripping her arms feeling my own pulse thrum under my thumb, “you don’t understand. I did it all for you!” I shook her with my words as tears fell down her face.
“No! Chase let me go,” she thrashed in my grip. My fingers tore at her biceps as she wriggled free, the sheet falling slightly, exposing her breasts. She frantically tried to cover herself.
Emma wasn’t fucking leaving me.