by Celia Crown
I can’t move from the bed, and I don’t want to either. It feels good to have her molding her frail body to mine as it’s distracting the demons from my nightmare. It’s impossible to remember the last time I felt warm, but I’m starting to understand it now because Nora is giving me things that I couldn’t dream of having.
She is someone I can turn to, to count on, and to trust with everything I have.
“It will not do you good when you dwell on things that you cannot control, my love,” she tells me in a heated breath that rocks my equilibrium.
I smile against the softness of her lips, dragging the bottom plumpness with my teeth as she shudders. A knot forms at the bottom of my stomach, stirring the neediness of my cock under the sweatpants that she gave me.
It was adorable in the way she explained that she needed clothes, but it was the only size they had at the store. I duck forward and spread her teeth with my tongue. She answers back with a mewl before she curls her tongue with mine.
Her sweetness is addicting, but I give her time to regain her breath as I take the time to find the hem of her shirt. The silent permission in her eyes when I linger my hand there is clear, but I wanted to be sure that she wants the same thing as I do and I don’t dare to voice my obsessiveness to possessing every inch of her.
That would be too greedy, and I just know that I’m going to do something I’ll regret when I sink my teeth alongside the smooth column of her neck as an unspoken claim of ownership.
She helps me lift the shirt over her head, those blonde curls falling on her shoulders and above her lacy white bra that cups two creamy delicacies.
I turn her head to the side, exposing her throat to my mercy as I swipe my hot tongue over the thrumming pulse of her neck. With a deep breath to calm the salacious need to bite down on her flawless skin, I suck a small pink mark on her neck to test the depth of what I can do before she pushes me away.
She does push me away, and my heart nearly drops, but she gives me a smile that calms the fiery beast clawing at the coursing blood running through my thickened cock. I want to get up and touch her, but she pushes my wrists down to the bed with a wordless order for me to stay still.
Her determination overrides my burning desire to touch her so intimately for the first time. Nora’s green eyes glow over something akin to the dangerous terrains of mother nature.
“You don’t have to do anything, Eric,” she purrs, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she shimmies her tight black pants off.
It’s a quick movement, but my cock gives a strong twitch at the patch of skin exposed to me as her lacy white panties fold over her soft hips. It’s a symbol of purity, and I’m holding back from spraying my cum into her sweatpants, but the thought of her tight pussy wrapped around my shaft and milking for what I’m worth is a test of temptation that leaves streaks of sweat rolling down my temple.
“Nora,” I hiss when she tosses her bra away, those pink nipples are hard and perky.
I want to suck on them, but she smiles coyly and hooks two dainty little fingers on her panties. She teasingly slides them down to her knees before she stands and steps out of them, but I didn’t have the time to admire the gorgeous frame of her body as she’s crawling on my legs to tug the pair of sweatpants down.
I have nothing under, so my cock springs free, smacking against her plump lips as she gasps in surprise. Her hot breath fans over the sensitive head as she licks her lips to catch the drop of precum that smeared on her.
“Don’t tease,” I beg with a deep groan, my neck stretched back to avoid looking at the sight between my legs.
I’m going to burst before she touches me and I need to get the chance of feeling her lips around my cock. The ceiling can only provide so much distraction before it becomes useless as I feel her taking my pants all the way off, but my hips lurch up when her tiny hand grasps my shaft promptly.
“Hmm,” she makes a noise with a giggle, “You are so big, so much bigger than I thought.”
Fuck, she thought about me, fantasized about my cock with her hand physically draining the bubbling cum from my cock as some dribbles out.
I arch into her touch and weave my fingers through the bedsheets, she wants me to keep my hands to myself, so I will do it without complaint. I just wish she would stop messing with my cock in teasing strokes that have my muscles stiffening.
I have to hold back. I can’t hurt her because of it.
“Just lay back and let me take care of you,” she whispers to the head of my cock and engulfs her lips over.
The sudden tightness and scorching wetness clamp down on my throat. My feet kick on accident to answer the raw stimulation searing through my body with one deep-throat from her mouth.
I have so many questions; she wasn’t wearing those pants when she went to sleep with me, and she is too confident in herself to be a virgin. No matter how much I try to swash down the jealousy and enviousness that strikes a chord in my heart, I can’t help that surge of triumph that she is here now and she is worshipping my cock.
My words are scrunched up like the pair of white panties thrown to the side of the bed. I shudder when she drags her lips over the contour of my shaft while licking the prominent vein with her wicked tongue.
“Nora, Nora,” her name comes as a mantra through the room and the haziness of my mind, circulating everything about her back to my cock as I try very hard to not cum.
She mindlessly bobs her head, but it has a strategic notion to it. A press of her lips, a swirl of her tongue, and a scrape of her teeth against the sensitive shaft have started bursting behind my eyes.
The ceiling sways, a floating sensation enters my body as a boulder drops down to smash me back to the intense orgasm that she forced out of me with a loud hum that sends toe-curling vibrations running through my body.
Her nails scratching lines on my thighs, the burning muscles get another level of new hotness that has a blinding spin in my head.
She slurps, disgustingly filthy and absolutely arousing as she licks her lips to gather the white cum spilling through her lips when I turn my hazy vision to her.
Nora is a goddess sent to this hideous beast with a future murkier than swamp water, but she is mine from the beginning, and she is meant to save me from my own depravity.
There is sloppy cum smeared on my twitching shaft, still hard and desperate for her as she gives it a firm stroke. My fingers had torn holes in the sheets, though I think she can forgive me when she looks as if she just won the jackpot when she climbs on top of me.
The heat of her silken pussy presses down on the underside of my cock as she traps me with rolls of her swirling hips.
I wheeze, choking for breath when she runs her tiny folds over, picking up my cum to stain her prettily pink cunt. Her pussy is too pink, I don’t think she has had sex before, and I want to believe it. I have no way of knowing when her mouth is a little too skilled to be inexperienced, and there are little things that she does that contradicts the happy sunshine personality she has.
“Nora,” I groan, hands flying up to her gyrating hips and hold her still.
She pushes her hips down and smiles. Her eyes don’t analyze the situation or parse through the hesitation in my voice when I call for her. Nora can see what I want. My body is talking on the most part because I don’t have words as to what I am feeling right now.
I’m too overwhelmed with the need to tip her hips up and slam her tiny cunt down. I can almost taste the tightness choking my shaft when she moans my name though hitched breaths.
“How are you feeling?” she asks, it’s an odd time to ask, and I answer her as quickly as I can.
“Fine,” I said.
Nora licks her lips, nudging her small clit to the pulsing thickness with a mewl, “Are you still thinking of your nightmare, my love?”
That’s the last thing on my mind right now, not when I have a scrumptious woman giving herself to me and taking good care of me, so I don’t relapse into a defective mode.
She braces her weight on my chest and wraps her hand around my shaft, the thick head pokes her soaked folds, and my eyes are torn between watching the bounces of her tits or the suction that squeezes my cock into submission as it yields to the muscles coiling around it.
It’s hot and tight, so wet with sparks lighting up the shape of my lungs when I try to breathe. The storm grows stronger in my stomach, fire burning hotter than her tight pussy when her tiny slit parts too distractingly wide to take me in.
My chest swells when she shakes and mewls, tears edging the rim of her eyes and trapping in her lashes as they don’t fall in their own desperation to counter the nails racking on my chest as she struggles to breathe.
I shift on the bed, and the sound of her wanton cries is the enthralling verse of a siren’s song, the pulse around my cock is strong, and I relish the whimpers that spill past her lips. It’s so vile of me to love the debauched expression she’s taken on; her small body can’t get used to the size of my cock, and she’s trying her best to be brave for me.
“So big,” she giggles drunkenly, lust snapping in her green eyes as they darken. “I love it, you’re too big, Eric. I can feel you so deep in me.”
She can’t say things like this. I’m hardly holding back from throwing her on the bed and fucking her little, tight cunt until she is sore and aching, it would feel amazing to bury myself to the hilt and paint her pussy white.
Nora uses my cock in every way she likes, bouncing and rocking to whatever pace she finds fit to bring her the most pleasure as I’m holding on for the ride. Whatever is making her feel good is making me lose an ounce of what sanity I have left; the beast is good at clawing its way out to take control and fuck the cum in her.
Shit, I blink dazedly.
I’m not wearing a condom, but she’s the one who took my cock bare, and it feels too fucking good that I forgot. Though, I would never use a condom with her unless she tells me to. There is this connection between us that having any barrier would be an insult to the feelings I have for her. I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s damn close to love.
Hell, I might already be in love if I knew what that feels like.
My hands come closer to her hips, clenching on the dip of her waist to pull her up and help her slide down. She moans when I slide deeper, almost impossibly so as another flash of desire crackles on my skin.
Nora is small, and it’s a wonder how her tiny cunt is taking me to the room and still wanting more as her greedy, little folds quiver as if every part of her body trying to milk my cum. She doesn’t have to beg nor does she have to work too hard. I’m willing to give her as much as she wants and then some.
I have a lot to give. I just think that her small pussy isn’t capable of holding such amount of cum that I’m craving to spill into her.
Her tits sway, and as hypnotizing as they are to the thirst in my mouth, I focus on making her cum before I do. It’s not hard when I rub her hard clit hidden between her soaked folds, and one touch has her screaming with a tear rolling down her rosy cheek.
“E-Eric!” she trembles, rocking her hips instead of bouncing to drag my cock around her walls.
Any stimulation from her coiling walls is too much for me, but I bite the inside of my cheek and think of the most unpleasant things to force the cum from bubbling over.
I don’t relent as I push her clit, rubbing firmly as she tosses her head back. The golden locks brush against my tight balls as she cum on my cock, the tickling feeling from the tips of her hair breaks the dam open with the sweet tightness constructing in the same pattern as my heart.
My cock throbs harshly, tugging on her walls to bring a broken moan from her raspy voice. Cum pours into her silken, small pussy and seeps through her folds when she can’t contain it all.
Nora holds herself above me and makes a deep noise behind her throat as she smiles drunkenly at me, “My love, was I helpful?”
If she hasn’t noticed my cock staying firmly lodged inside without any notions of taking a break, then she is in for a long run. I am not done with her yet; the addiction for her tiny cunt to ripple around my cock when she comes again is the goal that I strive for as I flip her over.
“Just one more, Nora,” it hurts to talk because it’s containing too many emotions that I want to let out on her and make her feel what she’s doing to me with her pretty green eyes and sunshine smile.
She hooks her arms around my neck and brings me down for a kiss, “Use me however you wish, Eric. I’m yours.”
Shivers wreck my body; the tempo in my heart skyrockets into a dangerous tempo that is bruising against my ribs. I stuff her face into my chest and throw her legs around my waist to gain leverage when I fix the position we’re in, but her lips are attacking my neck, and it’s breaking the chains around the monster that wants to ravish her young body.
She wants this; the beast rumbles in a resonance of the deep, resounding growl that comes out of my own voice.
“Mine,” I say, and it has an obsessive ring to it.
When I fuck her, I don’t fuck with the goal of making her cum and sedated. I intend to wreck her pussy with my cock and make her tiny hole leak with my thick cum. I roughly jerk my hips and hammer into her soft and pliant walls to bring out squeals of pain from her voice when I pound at her deepest part.
I lower my pelvis and force her clit to pinch between, so she’s choking and crying, debauched and begging for things that she can’t fully say. I know what she wants, and I’m going to give it to her with my heart.
Her hands are scratching down my back and legs flailing recklessly, unable to decide what she wants to do as she grinds her clit to bring her closer by the desperate rocking of her hips. I wouldn’t be a good man for her if I don’t help her along the way, and I hungrily pummel her drenched cunt with more vigor and my big cock is pulling her slit taut to bring the little bundle of nerves to the surface with no protection from the assault that spirals out of Nora’s control.
She’s coming, fast and upsettingly scared. Her broken voice is afraid and has something undetectable that has me tucking her into my chest while I fuck the juices from her slick cunt. She sniffles, and I hate myself for loving the way she sounds when she’s crying and asking for me.
Nora should be dependent on me, especially when she is such a hardworking and independent girl on a daily basis.
An aggressive strong of curses snarls through my lips as I cum, pulsing and thickening to spray creamy whites into her pussy while I lay there feeling every spurt of cum sticking to her quivering walls. My cock has her snugly plugged, but as it is the same as before, those that can’t be contained are leaking out through her tight slits and smearing on her tiny folds.
Her giggle is soft and high-pitched, “You really are something, my love.”
Chapter Seven
Nora
The day is here. I’m ready to put all three months’ worth of work into today; it’s the perfect condition with sun and low-velocity wind, and a distraction from the recent murders.
It’s been a week since Eric had slept in my bed, and it was too pleasurable that it made me temporarily forget my assignment. He tends to have that effect on me whether he’s doing it on purpose or not. I don’t believe he is because he’s too kind to do something so repulsive, and the man has morals that make me blush.
Through the telescope, I see the armed guard looking down on the prisoners; he is too naïve to understand the impending danger that will leave him speechless, and the prisoners in their orange jumpsuits are moving targets with that color.
My knees are cold from the amount of rain being absorbed. The chirps of birds and rustles of leaves above me are background noises as they become muffled when I focus.
The support on the fallen tree stump is the perfect height to aim the sniper rifle
towards the massive prison, and from my position, there are no brick walls to stop the bullet from finding its intended target amongst the inmates with similar hair and build.
Men are playing cards, exercising, and playing a game of basketball. I pick up on the tattoos on their skin; some are from gangs, crime families, and one has my attention. The tattoo of a snake, the same one that I have done research on; the street gang that wouldn’t let Eric go despite the time that had passed.
That is not the matter I have to attend on hand; the one I am after is the one that is the ruler of the prison hierarchy. My client paid me five-hundred thousand dollars as a down payment to take out his own son; it’s such a brutal way to cut someone out of the family, and I don’t count on any good family relations when my client is willing to kill his own son.
I have had a client hire me to take out someone who had done them wrong or for simple greed and killing a family member wouldn’t be the first wacky job that I took from a client. Some are creative in their details, but I charge more when my clients want the deaths to look a certain way.
I do remember one job where I had to kill a child so the client can inherit millions of dollars; I refused, and that malicious woman was about to get a taste of my reputation when people in the business know that ‘Eve’ doesn’t touch pregnant women or children.
Elderly people present a special circumstance. I will kill them if my research came across something that is too heinous to ignore. I once had a job that required me to kill an elderly man, and he was a sweet, old man that loved his grandchildren so much, but he was a Nazi soldier that tortured thousands of innocent souls.
I did not care if he had redeemed himself, but he was a criminal, and I took the job. I felt nothing; I neither felt accomplishment for killing a man that hurt too many people nor did I felt guilty for taking away those children’s grandfather.
I was the judge, jury, and executioner for that man.
It was a morally gray area, and my job does not have space to have too much guilt in my heart, or I wouldn’t have lasted this long.