Always.
He slid his hands underneath her ass. Taking hold of her panties, he pulled them down. Tabitha attacked his clothes, wanting him inside her, but both of them, body to body, naked.
“I never want this to end,” he said.
“It won’t ever change.” She pulled him down once they were both naked.
She spread her legs and the tip of him teased against her core. She gasped as he slowly sank within her. He wasn’t in a rush and neither was she.
They both cried out as he filled her up. At the last inch, he slammed in deep.
“I’ve got all night long,” he said. “You don’t have to be quiet. You can keep on moaning.”
“Please, Simon.”
“Yeah, I want to hear you beg me for it.” He pulled out of her and she stared up into his eyes.
“I want you. Fuck me, Simon, make me yours.”
“You’ve always been mine.” He took possession of her mouth, swallowing down her cries as he fucked her harder.
After pulling out of her quickly, he moved down the bed, putting his mouth to her pussy. He sucked on her clit, tasting her. There was just no way this was ever going to get boring to her. He plunged his tongue into her core, and he fucked her with it, drawing back to stroke her nub, then down.
She loved it when he licked her pussy. Glancing down, she groaned, seeing him swirl circles around her. He knew what to do to get her off quickly but he was forever the tease.
“Please, please,” she said, begging.
He gave it to her, sucking her clit into his mouth, using the right amount of teeth. Everything she needed. This time, he didn’t stop the buildup. He let it happen, thrusting her headlong into an orgasm that had her panting for breath.
She screamed his name but he wasn’t done. His tongue stroked her, bringing her to a second earth-shattering peak.
This time, he guided her so she straddled him on the bed. He held on to her hips and plunged inside. She loved the feel of him as he filled her, taking her to the edge of bliss. She rode his cock, knowing in her heart they were going to get through this. They were good. They were a team.
They were Simon and Tabitha. No club could separate them. No one could come between them. They were fire and ice, and everything in between.
He came, his fingers digging into her hips as he growled. She loved it, every second of it.
“I love you, Tabby.”
“And I love you.”
****
“Simon, what’s going on?” Devil asked.
Simon took a breath, closed his eyes for a second. It was Monday. He’d dropped Nathan off at school and his son had been surrounded by friends, so he’d have to have a word with his son about the difference between friends and acquaintances. There was nothing he’d give more than to be there right now.
He was the lookout. He’d been able to sneak past their guards and through the cages undetected, so he had a spot within the warehouse where he heard the girls scream. Some of them were begging for their lives.
Glancing through the crates, he counted the men.
“Ten men, I passed four in total on my way here. They’re not heavily armed. They have knives and other shit,” he said, whispering into the comms he had.
Clenching his hands into fists, he tried to contain his anger as another whimper echoed around the room.
“I want my mommy.”
The sound of a slap followed. “You’re never going to see your mommy again, slut. You want to get out of here alive, you’re going to have to follow the rules.”
Simon looked through the crates. The girl who’d been slapped didn’t look any older than fourteen. The man in front of her held a knife to her face, stroking the tip down. When he pressed, she screamed, trying to back away, but he held her in place. “You don’t move until I say so.”
Another slap.
“You better hurry,” Simon said. He held on to his gun, ready, prepared to fight. Taking a deep breath.
“We’re nearly there, son. Two guards down.”
“You useless whore. You’re good for nothing.”
Simon watched as the man in question unzipped his pants.
“Not even good for my dick.”
The man started to pee on the girl’s face and Simon lost it. The crates weren’t heavy and he picked one up and threw it down to land on the man beneath. Grabbing the rope, he slid down to the floor. It wasn’t his best landing, but he rolled, pulled out his gun, and fired at two men. Leg shots. He brought them down.
“For fuck’s sake, Simon.”
He ignored Devil, no longer caring as he fired. His gun ran out of bullets, but that was why he kept a knife. He slashed the two men who came at him, and then to the man whose dick was still hanging out. He grabbed him just as the main doors were opened and the others took care of the men he hadn’t harmed.