Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

“As you wish, Princess. Now go lay down.” I do as he commands and immediately, he is kneeling between my legs. “Hmmm… smell that fucking candy store between your legs. Spread 'em baby. I need a treat.” He simply lifts my legs up, putting them over his shoulders. His mouth connects with my weepy pussy, and I can’t hold in the howling. The back of my head pushes further into the bed as I moan and grab his head. “Holy shit, Jakub. Feels so good.” I manage to spit out as I try to maintain my breath. His tongue goes around and around my clit in and out the hole that is begging him to fuck me. The harder I pull his hair the faster he licks. I can’t help but rock into his face, silently trying to make him hit the spots I need.

“Son of a bitch. I knew you would be sweeter than syrup. Fuck! I wanted to take my time and go slow, but I need to shoot my life inside of you, baby. I need to tie you to me in every way possible. Are you ready?” I can’t even tell you what he said. My mind is so gone, I can’t begin to think right now. The only thing I know for sure, is that I have never felt this alive, desirable, and needy. I nod my head, yes, willing to say yes to anything right now as long as he doesn't stop. “That’s not good enough, Tink. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes!!! Please, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I beg over and over rubbing my pussy in his face. He takes one more lick and rises up. As he comes off the ground, he unzips his pants not bothering to drop them and pulls my thighs around his waist.

“Once I take you baby, there is no going back. Do you understand?” I don’t hesitate. I need this feeling to continue. I need to feel him inside of me. All the fighting I was doing, trying to keep him away from me, was all to stop the need for him I felt even when he wasn’t in front of me. From the moment we met, I felt this...connection. This… emotion I couldn’t quite put my hand on. Or maybe it’s that I didn’t want to. “Answer me Chiara.” The authority and urgency in his voice prompts me back.

“Yes, I understand.” His tongue enters my mouth at the same time as his cock rams into my pussy and I suck in my breath, trying not to scream.

“I’m sorry baby. It will stop soon. Damn you're tight. This pussy was waiting for me. Wasn’t it?” I still haven’t released the breath I am holding. His cock is so long and thick, I literally feel like I could cough it up. His mouth latches on my nipples and everything begins to blur. The pain begins to subside, and I find myself rocking back and forth, letting the fullness and the connection take over. “You feel that?” he asks me, pulling out and sliding back in.

“YES!!!” I shout. He rocks in and out of me faster and faster, his teeth leaving marks all over me.

“Christ, baby. I wanted to take my time and love you the way you deserve. But hell, you feel too good. Come!!!” he pinches my clit and light flashes in my eyes as he growls out his release. I feel the warmth as it coats the inside of me, claiming my future. Is that as crazy as it sounds? Because right now, it feels perfect.

NINE

JAKUB

Jesus. It will be a miracle if I get anything done ever again. I took her five more times throughout the night. Every time I fucked that swollen cunt, I would make her soak, or lick her until the burning stopped and then I would tell myself enough. But my cock, the greedy bastard, wasn't trying to hear it. He likes his new hiding place and wants in it every second. She never rebuffed me or denied me and that was sexy as hell. She met my every thrust, just as frantic for me as I am for her.

Here I am sitting on the bed, showered, and dressed, aware I have shit to do, but her warm, tight baby cave is sending me subliminal messages and shit.

Jakub come fuck me.

Jakub come destroy me.

Jakub don’t you want me to gush in your mouth, so you spit it into your morning O.J.?

The answer to all of that shit is a big fat YES! Fucking conniving ass pussy. Her teenage snatch is going to own me. Who the hell am I kidding? It already does. She looks so innocent and sweet, face flushed from all the fucking. I rub the necklace I snapped around her neck a few minutes ago, a feeling of ownership like I have never known comes over me looking at my initials intertwined, holding a diamond. She is my treasure. My own personal jewel and just as my initials are doing, I am going to protect her and encompass her in everything that is mine and ours. I trace the anklet on her foot as well before I try to shake myself out of it. Finally with one more sigh and pep talk, I get up and write her a note on the side table before heading downstairs. There is too much shit to be done and answers that need to be found.