I heard the shuffling of the phone while she put it to speaker. Her moans followed swiftly. It was sweet music. So alive, so genuine. I imagined her standing in the corner of my room, her deep brown eyes locked on mine while she rolled her nipples in her fingers. I imagined her moans filling my room, a private concert just for me.
“Are you wet Alana.” I was going to come very soon. I was trying desperately to hold it in until she remembered. I needed her to see my face,
“I am so wet sir. I am aching. My fingers are sliding through my pussy and I am imagining it is your fingers.” She was starting to breathe heavily.
“Who am I Alana?” I was coming undone. My cock was twitching almost uncontrollably in my hands, pre-cum was still flowing out of my tip. I needed her to say my name.
“I don’t know sir.” She breathed
“Think Alana, who am I?” I was becoming desperate. I needed release. It was becoming painful.
“Oh god, I am going to come.” She said.
“WHO AM I?” I roared.
“I don’t know. Help me! Who are you?” she sounded scared, but so excited. It was as though the mystery surrounding me was turning her on even more.
I tried to recall our short meeting this afternoon to find anything that would trigger her memory. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but my imminent release.
“I need a change of scenery Alan” I spoke through gritted teeth.
“Oh my god” She breathed. “Chris, from the Sparrow.”
I screamed through gritted teeth as come shot out of my dick into my hands and all over my shirt. Just hearing my name on her lips, knowing she knows who I am was enough to send me over the edge.
“Come for me Alana.” I ordered. “You know who I am, come for me.”
I heard her moaning, the moisture between her legs was evident even over the phone. I imagined her working herself to orgasm while she pictured my face.
I heard her final release followed by deep moans from her throat.
“Christopher.” She spoke softly with embarrassment.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I was thinking about you all day.” Her words were sincere. I was about to ask her to meet me, but the line went dead.
I quickly grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped myself clean. I grabbed a clean t-shirt from the closet and threw it over my head while simultaneously dialing James on my phone.
“James, I need that information on Pedro’s girl Alana. Quickly man!” I ended the call before he could answer.
Chapter 7
My mind was swirling with emotion. Confusion, embarrassment, lust. What a cruel twist of fate today has been. My whole world turned upside down in a matter of hours.
I could still hear his voice and now that I knew who he was, it was like the completion of a masterpiece. I couldn’t stop imagining being wrapped in his arms and having his eyes look deep into my soul.
The night was still young, but I was drained. I needed a shower and a stiff drink. I turned both phones off and decided to take the rest of the night off. I will have to beg Pedro for forgiveness for not working the rest of the night, but tonight I didn’t care.
I had just finished wrapping a towel around me when I heard a knock on my door.
“Shit” I muttered while securely fastening the towel around my body.
I walked towards the door and looked at the time 9:45pm. It had been two hours since I had turned both phones off and resigned for the night.
I could only imagine that Pedro had sent one of his goons over to check in on me. I never thought about that when I unplugged for the night.
“Just a sec.” I yelled at the door. I was trying to dry off as much as I could before I had reached the door.
I reached the door and pulled it open. I know I should look through the peep hole, but being as short as I am they don’t make it very easy to use them.
My heart stopped beating and I froze.
“Christopher.” I breathed in disbelief.
He was standing in front of me in all his amazing glory. His leather jacket slung lazily over his shoulder and his t-shirt pulled tight across his chest. His eyes held me in place like a fly in a sticky trap. I was paralyzed.
“Wha-How did you find me?” I asked.
His eyes were making a slow journey over my half wet body. Water was still dripping from my hair down my chest landing in between my breasts.
He advanced forward without saying a word causing me to retreat into my apartment, closing the door behind him.
I could see something in his eyes, anger perhaps. No, hunger. He was animalistic. He looked dangerous.
My heartbeat rose as I continued to retreat further until I felt the sofa on my back. I couldn’t move. There was nowhere to go. His form was so large and menacing it filled up half of my tiny living room.
His hand came out and cupped my face. So gentle that it reminded me of how a lover would caress their partner. I was lost in his eyes. It was like looking out into the sea. So many beautiful colors all competing for your attention.
I was so lost in his eyes I didn’t notice his hand reaching for the towel that was so sparsely covering me.
It fell to the floor in one fast movement and there I stood naked and on display.
A soft moan rumbled in his throat. His eyes turned immensely green.
“Beautiful.” He whispered while his eyes were memorizing every inch of me.
His hands reached out and gently grabbed my waist, drawing me closer to him. His erection was pushing into my stomach, begging to be set free.
I gasped when his hands reached around and started massaging my ass. His hands were so large that I was a perfect handful for them. He was gently massaging them and pulling them apart, closing them, pulling them apart. Over and over again. The sensation was amazing. I have never felt so confused, and aroused at the same time. I could feel my arousal starting to drip down my thighs.
His eyes never left mine. I watched them grow with hunger and wanting.
I let his hands roam freely over my naked body. I was completely dry now with the exception of my hair and between my legs. He moved so slow and gentle. It was a delicious form of torture. I closed my eyes and moaned my approval.
I grabbed his hands and guided them to my breasts.
An anguished moan escaped his lips when his hands took my breasts in his hands. My nipples instantly erect for his touch. I placed my arms on the back of the couch to hold me up and also giving him better access, pushing my chest out.
He squeezed my nipples hard and I screamed out. When I looked into his eyes I saw a glint of what I thought was anger.
“Punishment” he whispered.
He released the pressure on my nipples slightly before squeezing again. Another scream from my throat followed by an unsuspecting moan.
The sensation was almost my undoing. I could feel an orgasm building. The pain and pleasure. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.
I felt his mouth attach to my nipple. His breath was warm and his tongue was so soft. He worked in circles around my nipple. Sweet warmth was spilling from my vagina. I was starting to pant.
“Please” I begged him.
He didn’t say a word or remove his mouth from my nipple. I instead felt the sharp sting of teeth at the same time he squeezed my other nipple. I screamed and felt the crushing wave of an orgasm tear through me.
When I opened my eyes he had a dangerous smirk across his face. I flushed with embarrassment and tried to escape his grip, but he was holding me tight.
“On your knees.” He ordered.
I was so hesitant and embarrassed that he had just made me come by playing with my nipples. I fell to the floor and looked up at him.
I watched as he unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang free almost hitting me in the face. He was huge.
I gasped and was almost instantly leaning forward to taste him. Pre cum was dripping from his tip and his balls
were tight against his groin.
“Ask nicely Alana.” He whispered hoarsely.
“May I please?” I asked never taking my eyes away from the beautiful erection in front of me.
“Not nice enough.” He had started to stroke his shaft. Fresh pre cum had started to slowly seep its way out.
“May I please taste you?” I was breathing heavier.
“Still not nice enough Alana, you know what I like, don’t you?.” His strokes were becoming faster.
“May I please suck your dick sir?” I was begging now.
He let out a satisfied groan and rammed his cock into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. I tried to slow my gag reflex, but he grabbed the back of my hair and held my head still while he fucked my mouth. I was choking on him, but I couldn’t even try to pull away. I caught a taste of him that sent my head spinning. It was amazing, salty, sweet and acidic.
His moans had turned into groans. He was relentlessly fucking my throat. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to take it when I felt his cock twitch and felt the warm sensation of his come running down my throat.
“Oh my god Alana.” He moaned.
He was still releasing come into me when I grabbed his balls and started massaging them gently. They were so tight.
“Fuck” He groaned. “Stand up.”
He let go of my hair and I stood up nervously.
Afraid to make eye contact with him I kept my cast down at the floor, just then realizing my nakedness. I tried to uncomfortably cover myself but he grabbed my hands and held them at my sides.
“Don’t” he whispered.
One of his hands rose to my face and cupped my cheek raising my gaze to look into his eyes.
In that moment he looked haunted.
“What is your name?” He spoke firmly.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Alana” I whispered.
His mouth crashed into mine. He was feverish and demanding. Our lips moved in synchronicity as both our tongues explored each other not stopping for air. We were both left breathless.
His hands resumed groping my body. They felt like they were everywhere at the same time. Sparks of electricity erupted every place he touched.
I moaned, helplessly his in that moment. My world was shaking, my walls that I had been trying to build, destroyed with one kiss.
I felt my body floating through the air in his arms before being laid gently on my sofa.
He loomed over me sucking the air from my lungs. I could see in his eyes how hungry he was.
I watched in awe as he removed his shirt and kicked his pants from around his ankles. He was still so hard. I have never seen a man stay hard after coming. Normally they are flaccid in a matter of moments.
“Do you see what you are doing to me Alana?”
“Yes sir”
I watched his cock twitch when I said ‘sir’.
“I need to fuck you, I need to bury my cock in you.” He wasn’t asking me, he was telling me what he was going to do.
There was no time to process before he dropped to his knees in front of the couch and ripped my legs apart in one motion.
His tongue was greedily licking my folds before I could protest. His hands were holding my legs tight.
“Oh my god” I breathed helplessly. My head stated to fall back onto the couch.
“No, watch me. I want to see your eyes when you come for me Alana.”
It was all I had in me to keep my eyes open and watch him.
It was a beautiful sight to see. His beautiful face buried in my sex, lapping me up as our eyes were locked to one another.
The first signs of an orgasm fast approached. I could feel my uterus start to clench and the familiar curl of my toes. He must have sensed it too because his tongue started working faster.
“Fuck Alana, you do taste like Honey. I am going to make you come hard and then I am going to fuck you even harder. I need my cock in you. I am going to come from just this.” He said between long hard licks.
My eyes were locked on his when I spoke, “yes sir, please sir” I knew what those words did to him, I didn’t know what they meant to him yet, but I was going to damn well find out.
He let out a scream and plunged two fingers into my wanting sex. I watched his head dive in between my legs and felt him suck hard on my clit. It was an amount of pleasure I have never felt before. I was screaming in pleasure, begging him to not stop. He bit down on my clitoris and my world forever changed.
“Oh fuck SIR.” An orgasm so powerful rocked my body. I was shaking and convulsing from my toes to the top of my head. Screaming in pleasure. He was trying to speak while his head was buried in my sex. He continued lapping and licking and sucking until I was sure I was going to die of dehydration. The orgasm continued. His two fingers inside of me never stopped moving, it was a feeling I have never felt. Something else was building inside of me.
He looked up at me for a moment and I swear he knew what I was feeling. His eyes were telling me he was not finished.
The pressure from his fingers grew quickly. He spread my legs farther apart and continued to fuck me with his fingers. I felt a band snap inside me followed by the most powerful sensation I have ever felt. It was as though I was being rocked in warm water mercilessly on open seas.
His fingers continued working inside of me until I felt an enormous amount of warm liquid rushing from my body, at the same time screaming obscenities I didn’t know I knew.
“Now you have come. Good girl Alana, such a good girl.” He was praising me and crooning me but never once taking his eyes off of my vagina.
“So beautiful” he said reaching in again to taste me. Moans were escaping his lips. “You taste so good. I want to eat your pussy all day.”
I was so sensitive and becoming quickly exhausted, but his words of praise kept me lucid.
“Stand up and bend over the couch” he ordered. He was now standing over me holding out his hand.
“Yes sir” I said accepting and rising to my feet. “You are still so hard sir” I said in awe.
In a whirlwind he had me turned around and bent over. I could feel his erection in between my legs. The heat he was emanating was amazing.
He gently nudged my vagina a few times, moaning in anguish.
“I am going to fuck you Alana, hard.”
That was my only warning before he rammed into me. His dick tearing at my vagina walls. I screamed in pain as the couch started to slide across the floor from his assault.
“Fuck Alana” he was screaming. “You are so tight”
“It hurts” I managed to say.
He stopped moving, panting and out of breath giving me time to adjust to his size. It felt amazing to be so full. An approving moan left my throat and I could feel my body start to respond.
“Fuck you are still so wet for me” he said hoarsely.
I started rocking backwards trying to create friction between us. My pussy was already starting to clench around him.
He resumed pounding into me. Each thrust enough to make be breasts jolt up and down.
“Touch yourself” he whispered.
I obeyed and moved my hand in between my legs to my clit. I could feel his shaft sliding beneath my fingers with each hard thrust. I gently started to stroke my clit and felt my body respond quickly.
I was panting and breathless.
“I am going to come sir” I said between thrusts.
“I will tell you when.”
His pace picked up and I could feel him drive deeper. His balls were slapping against me now with every deep thrust. His grunts were filling my ears.
I circled my clit with my index finger, moaning with each thrust. I was not going to last much longer.
“Come for me Alana” he ordered.
I never thought it would be possible to be commanded to come by someone, but I am a believer now.
The moment his voice told me to come my body obeyed like a trained puppy. I felt my vaginal wall
s clench around his cock, milking him for every last drop.
“Oh fuck you are so tight” he moaned and with one last thrust I could feel him explode inside of me while I continued to milk him.
I fell draped over the couch exhausted and breathless. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness is a feeling of floating through the air. Like a bird who had just been freed.
Chapter 8
I reluctantly left Alana after she had drifted off. I gathered her in my arms and placed her gently down on the sofa.
She was stunning. I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. Her breasts moving so subtly up and down. Her skin was smooth and soft like a fine silk.
I don’t know how long I sat and watched her sleep before I noticed the time.
It was 1:15 in the morning. I had an early flight out to Belize and needed to head back to the Sparrow and pack my bags.
I didn’t want to leave her, but I had no choice.
I searched around for a pen and a piece of paper.
I will be in touch Alana….
I folded the note and set it on her coffee table before leaving. I made sure the bottom lock on her door was engaged before I shut it tight.
When I left her building I noticed I had 4 messages from James.
Chris, her last name is Martinez. No record of her being born in the States.
Can’t find anything about her other than she has worked for Pedro for almost a year.
Going to try my contacts in Mexico…
And the last message from him made me stop dead in my tracks.
Alana Martinez from Loreto, Mexico. Born May 5, 1993. Mother abandoned her at 3 months old, no record of father. Raised by grandparents. Gave birth to a son Alejandro Martinez, April 14, 2017. No mention of the father.
She has a son.
This had to be the leverage Pedro had over her. There was no other explanation for a woman as sensual and smart as Alana to fall victim to a man like him.
I started responding to James; Find out her relationship or association with Pedro Suarez. I want that information before I leave in 4 hours.
I typed another message, this one to Cal. Cal, you awake bro? I need to talk to you.
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