Chapter 71

Thea’s Point of View

When he pinched my nipple hard, I couldn't help but complain. “Someone can see us.” I move his head away from my body reluctantly because, even though my intellect urges me to push him, my body and heart are struggling. I know no one will enter or get here, but I'm still terrified of the person who could see us.

He gazed up at me, his eyes enticing me to believe his falsehoods once more. He displays me his eyes again as if pleading for my undivided attention. Because the next thing he said made me avoid my sight, I wanted to cover my ears, so I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I listened anyway. It depends on things that aren't feasible.

“I apologize if you find it tough to love and understand me. I'm sorry if loving me causes you pain. I know it's selfish of me to ask you this, but…” When I glanced at him, I noticed that his eyes were lonely. It was as if the eyes were pleading with me for assistance since its owner couldn't say he was struggling. “Will you not stop loving me? Still love me from afar because it's the only thing that keeps me going…” He pressed his brow on my bare chest. “To know that you still care about me. I apologize.”

“I am sorry too,” I said as I lifted his head, stroked both cheeks, and looked him in the eyes. I am correct, they were alone; they appeared to be crying but did not appear. “However, I can't promise you that. The heart becomes exhausted and eventually forgets.”

This time, I made the first move to kiss him. Slowly and confidently, so that if I forget him again, he will always remember that someone once loved him entirely. And if the day came when I was happy without him, he'd remember these kisses. The kisses that give him courage.

When I finished kissing him, I knelt before him. I put my hand on the bulge in the center of his legs. With that bulge, it appeared as though his pants were going to burst. When I glanced at him, his eyes seemed lazy, as if he was just watching me do what I was going to do. When I removed the jeans he was wearing, his manhood protruded.

He changed our position, he was now leaning against the wall while I was holding his cock. I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t done it in a long time or because I haven’t seen it in a long time. It’s like I think it’s grown and gotten big. I felt a pang on my chest thinking that he is doing sexual things with Felicity or to other girls. I feel frustrated, so I lick the tip of his dick to tease him.

“Ah.” He growled softly, he held my head to support what I was doing as I put it into my mouth.

It's like I'm having a hard time doing this, I'm not used to it anymore. When I removed his dick from my mouth, my saliva and the sticky liquid coming from the tip of his cock came with it. I tried to play the tip again and suck it like what he does in my nipple.

“That is enough, Thea.” He was already closing his eyes and looking up, holding the back of my head as he let out heavy breaths. “Stop now, Thea.”

I saw the redness in his neck, which looked to be holding back, but I didn't do what he asked. I sucked his cock even harder and shoved it into my lips. If this is the only way I can show you how much I care, I will do it. I'll do anything I believe will make you feel better.

“Why? You don't like what I'm doing?” I removed the object from my mouth.

But my eyes widened, wondering what happened next.

He shot me in my face. He cum.

I licked the sticky thing that went to the side of my lip. His eyes seemed to be drunk. He doesn’t seem to be on his own because of what I did to him. I want to hug him and ask. Ask; why did he divorce me if this is the reaction he is showing me?

I thought we were going to finish, but I was surprised when we changed positions again. I am now facing the wall while my cheek is already attached to the wall, feeling its coldness. My hands pressed against the wall as well. I felt his angry cock caress my back.

I got excited about what will happen next.

As his cock touched my back, he pressed my body against the wall, tightening his grasp on me even more. I turned my head to face him. We only need to dress up to seem like he's capturing me. A prisoner and a police officer.

Thinking about that turned me on. Something appears to be erupting from my vaginal opening. I touched myself with one hand. I leaned against Craig's chest.

“Ngh …” The faint gasps from my mouth didn't cease. I felt it the most when I stroked my fingers within my private area.

“Craig, I want you.” I'm not sure how my voice became so weak. It felt as if I was still pleading with him to take me in his arms, kiss me, and devour me whole. It seemed as though I was showing him as if nothing had transpired between us.

My eyes seemed to be shutting. Sweat was building on my brow and across my entire body. I'm losing my cool. If I had known this was going to happen, I would have drunk a lot of wine to boost my bravery so that I could tell him everything that was bothering me.

He slipped his three fingers into my mouth with a succession of groans. I teased them with my tongue as if it were his cock. I even kiss it as if I'm insane.

“Mmm.” I moaned as one of my hands reached for the hard thing behind me. It's great, and my body is leaning on him, so I can do it easily. I started jerking him off while inserting my two fingers into my hole. I'm not sure where my mind went, but the old Winter has returned, as far as I can tell.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'm going to bang you hard and rub you until no water comes out of you. I'll fill the inside of your hole until it's contented,” he continued, licking the back of my ear and inserting two fingers into my vaginal hole.

I let go of his cock and held on to his arm for support because I could feel something tearing inside me. I already have four fingers inside me, but I still don't want to remove my finger because something is tingling and tickling inside me.

“Ahh…!” F-fuck. Yes, there… Shit… there.” I've used up every last drop of my voice. He rushed into my hole, moving rapidly while my finger was still motionless, and his fingers were the only ones moving, but I could feel the caress of each of his fingers within me.

As I felt my climax, I lifted one leg. “Remove your f-fingers … Ahhh.”

I tried to remove his hand, but he still didn't do it and only accelerated his exit and entry. When I couldn't stop him, I removed my fingers and I shivered when I finally cum. It was as if a strong voltage was flowing through my body.

I looked at him with dreamy eyes as he removed his finger, but I noticed him licking the finger he used on me. My eyes widened, and even though my knees are still weak, I attempted to move his hand away, but it was too late because he already sucked them. He held me and murmured something into my ear.

“Every part of your body is beautiful. Even this part.” He touched my p*ssy again. I'm the only one who can taste you.” He said it in such an erotic way that I couldn't help but conceal my face in his chest. I didn't allow my naked chest to contact his body since my nipples were still erect, and it would have been embarrassing for me if he felt that.

He placed his face towards mine. He kissed me again, and I felt like I was out of breath from what he was doing. With every touch of his hand on me, especially his lips, I gasped for air. He opened my lips with his tongue and swung it at my tongue like a sword. I pulled off his clothing as we were doing it because he is still dressed even now. While I have nothing left.

I was astonished when he abruptly lifted me and leaned me against the wall while we kissed. There is even a bed in this room. That was the bed Alex created when he imprisoned me, but because he didn't take me there, I didn't even insist on doing these things there. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist as his kiss landed on my neck.

“C-craig,” I stammered as if my voice were music to us. I scratched his back not because I was angered by what he was doing, but because I wanted to mark him. The documents that prove he is mine are no longer with me. Except for these wounds, I have nothing else to prove. Marks that are only a few days old and soon will vanish. The wounds are identical to mine. No matter how much I mark him, the wounds and I will be erased in his life.

"Ah…!” Haaa. “ When he penetrated my hole, my voice became louder. I could feel every grind he made. His cock appears to be stuck within my stomach because of his size. He seems to be aiming for my internal organs anytime soon.

I grabbed his neck and he had realized I was having difficulties in our posture. However, he had made it even more difficult by removing one of my legs from his waist and placing it on his shoulder. I'm quivering as he slams into me. The heated liquids had already permeated our bodies. We were surrounded by a burning feeling. We didn't say anything and just listened to every cell of our bodies heat up.

“Craig ... W-wait! You are going to… Haaa.fast.” My eyeballs almost popped out because of the extreme sensation I was feeling. I almost choked him because of his excessive speed. He wasn't joking when he said, "he will bang me hard”. I stuck out my tongue and a little saliva dripped down the side of my lip. I was stunned because I didn’t know where to turn my focus. I think I went even crazier when he came back to my chest and sucked my nipple again.

His motions slowed, yet I was more conscious of every movement he made. It appears as if I will cum at any time. He grabs my ass and smacks it as if he's trying to wake me up because I close my eyes as I feel my orgasm coming on.

I'm not sure how enticing our position is. To see myself reclining against the wall with my right knee on his shoulder resting and my left leg wrapped around his waist, spread wide while he enters and releases his dick into me is extremely self-defeating.

When I eventually cum, I could feel his hot sperm sucking inside me. I rubbed my tummy because I was feeling full. It was as if I had eaten a large amount of food and then been full. I'm not certain if I'm dreaming or if it's real, but even if it's just a dream, I'm glad to see him again.

My eyes gradually closed. All I knew was that he had placed me on the bed, but I couldn't open my eyes because I was too sleepy. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was his gentle lips touching my eyelids.