Stolen Life (Beauty in the Stolen 2)

She grabs my shoulder for support and lifts a foot so I can pull off her shoe. “What did you steal?”

“A painting.” I let the other shoe drop and straighten to pull the jeans over her thighs.

“Don’t you have enough by now?”

I still. The red thong with the black trimming barely covers the triangle between her legs. She looks like a classy model in trashy underwear, and it makes me stone-hard. I shouldn’t take her while she’s tipsy, but my morals are shady at best.

Giving her shoulder a little nudge, I make her fall down onto the edge of the bed. I drag the jeans over her feet, pull off her socks, and finally she’s just how I want her—dressed in a translucent bra and thong.

My voice cracks, lust seeping in. “Spread your legs.”

She opens her thighs and lets me watch.

I reciprocate by letting her watch while I undress. She does so greedily, taking in every action and lingering on my cock that stands on attention and leaks precum.

Showtime is over. “On your hands and knees.”

She turns around and climbs onto her knees. My cock jerks when I move to the edge of the bed. I trace the elastic of the thong with a finger, starting at one hip and following it over top of her ass to the other. The lace ruffles under the pad of my finger. She shivers. I caress the string that runs through her crack, pausing to tease her rosebud asshole before dragging my finger over her covered slit. Her wetness soaks the voile. Hooking a finger under the string, I move it aside and get a prime view of her tight pussy. When I sink into her, I won’t be able to stop. I know that, but the need driving me is too fierce to pause for a condom.

I grip the base of my cock and squeeze to alleviate some of the pressure before dragging the crest over her slit. At the first contact with her skin, I already feel like exploding. I have an uncontrollable urge to impale her and take everything in one go, but I lubricate the head with her arousal and inch forward just enough to split her open.

She moans and leans back, urging me to take what I want. Instead, I close my fingers around the soft flesh of her hip and force myself to enter her slowly so I can enjoy every inch as I sink deeper. I don’t stop until there’s nothing left between us, and then I slam our groins together, fucking her around the thin string of her thong.

In the reflection of the mirror on the wall, I have a prime view of how her breasts sway in the red bra. The sight makes me clench my teeth in an effort to hold back. The straps of the bra cut a little into her skin, the black a stark contrast against her perfect white. I let go of her hip to move the strap over her shoulder. The thin red welt the strap has left is both disturbing and erotic. It’s disturbing to see her skin marked, even by something so trivial, and erotic because I want to leave deeper marks inside her.

I never take dick pics or record make-outs on my phone. I’m a stickler for privacy, knowing how easy it is to hack into just about anything. However, I now regret not recording this, because I’d come to the image of fucking Cas through her thong on sight alone.

When pressure builds in my balls, I pull the triangle of fabric aside and slip a hand around her hip and between her thighs. The nub between her legs is wet and swollen. I rub the button the way she likes, using two fingers pressed together to massage in circles. She comes in seconds, her inner muscles locking around my cock and milking like a hot, tight, velvet fist.

Release tightens my balls. For a second, I hesitate, but I promised myself I’d play Russian roulette only once. Right before the moment of no return, I pull out. Jets of cum erupt on her back. I come over her ass and her thighs, letting it drip down her crease and run over her pussy. She’s such a dirty little slut on her knees, covered in red voile and cum, and I love and revere the fuck out of her. Only I can turn her into my dirty plaything. Only I have the right to paint her with my cum. Nobody but I get to degrade and respect her. Nobody but I get to love her.

She collapses onto her stomach with her face turned to the side, watching me with her big blue eyes like the pretty doll she is. She gave her body to me freely on the first night, and I knew she’d give it to me again. What I didn’t know was if she’d let me keep her, but she’s not trying to run away. She’s not going anywhere as I step out of the room and get a wet facecloth and towel from the bathroom.