Page 141 of Tormented

Nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever see that but me. Who cares if I fucking die in the coming days at my father’s hand; I’ll put a clause in my will that means she’s mine even after I’ve gone.

She comes apart with a sigh, falling forward to rest her forehead on my chest as I follow her lead. My cock still twitches inside her as she leans back to find my gaze.

“Does that make it official?” She smirks, squeezing her cunt muscles to make me jerk.

“Damn it, woman.”

“I couldn’t resist.”

A hand either side of her face, I bend my knees a little to hold her weight. “Neither could I.”

“So?”

“I’ll get your patch made up tomorrow.”

Fucking bitch laughs.

And damn it all if I don’t laugh with her.