Damaged Goods

by Dane, Cynthia

  She wasn’t the only one relieved. Joseph allowed himself one loud groan of pleasure as he took his girlfriend to the hilt. The angle tortured them both, but mostly Joseph. He wanted to completely let go and fuck her until orgasm killed him. But he couldn’t. That wasn’t what this was about. This was about overcoming their hurdles and solidifying what they meant to one another. Joseph couldn’t be so selfish. He had to think this through and plan his next move.

  Kinda hard to accomplish when he was mid-coitus.

  He concentrated on Sylvia. Her muffled moans shooting right into his palm. Her body moving in tune to his, her breasts taunting his eyes and her ass inviting him to spank it red. Her deep and tight cunt stroking the full length of his cock and swallowing his tip into the most erotic parts of her body. Her hair against his face, sweat pouring down her brow and matting black strands against her scalp. Spank her. Pull her hair. Tell her she’s a nasty slut who can’t live without your cock. Maybe next time.

  “I’m going to come,” he announced, even though he was perfectly in control of any orgasms coming his way. “Tell me where to come.”

  Sylvia spat something into his hand. It was definitely not in any language Joseph understood. I’m not even touching her clit and she’s losing her fucking mind. Good. That’s exactly how he wanted her.

  Because Joseph was losing his mind too. If he didn’t regain control right now, then this whole night was for naught. The only way to do that was to get the first orgasm out of the way. He would kill a couple of birds with one stone, too.

  “Brace yourself, love.” He pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and pumped his cock with his hand until everything burned hot and wild where it mattered most. Joseph sometimes felt like he held a loaded gun in his hand whenever this moment came. Then, as if he had the antsiest trigger finger in the world, the bullet fired, and there was no stopping where it went.

  Sylvia, however, had been to this show many times before. The moment she was rolled over, she knew what was coming, and pushed herself up to meet him as soon as he came. The blindfold didn’t hold her back at all.

  He didn’t know how she knew to time it right. He didn’t want to know, because that would require thinking about her past lovers when this moment was meant for them. All I need to know is that this feels amazing. Sylvia’s mouth was on his cock, catching him without even using her hands.

  She wasn’t perfect, though. Some of his seed dribbled down her chin, and she coughed on the rest of him. Joseph bent down and softly kissed her throat, his cock still hard, but his control fully returned to him.

  “You’re wonderful,” he mumbled. Joseph yanked on her hair, catching her profile out of the corner of his eye. “The most wonderful woman I’ve ever been with.”

  “I live to serve.” Sarcasm edged her voice. He didn’t mind.

  “Then serve me. I just came in your mouth. Mostly.” That wasn’t water on her cheek. “If you want what’s yours, impress me enough so I want you again.” Like I don’t want you right now. Shit. That orgasm was purely functional. If he didn’t get it out of the way, then he wouldn’t be able to give it to her like she truly deserved. For God’s sake, looking at her spill out of her clothing makes me want to fuck her again right now. Joseph loosened the binds on her hands and feet. Surely, Sylvia had been tamed enough tonight to be trusted without them.

  She got off the bed as soon as Joseph lay across it. “What will impress you, sir?” Her sultry voice was laced in sex. Sexual need. Sexual fulfillment. Sex. “Because I’m all ears to learn.” Sylvia wiped away the last trace of him on her skin.

  Joseph couldn’t take his eyes off her to the point he almost forgot how to speak. “Strip, and tell me what you want from the man who owns every piece of you.”

  Sylvia shook out her hands, now free from their bindings. They then instantly went to her dress, helping her shimmy out of it until she only stood in her bra – the thong fell on the floor with her dress. I hate how beautiful she is. Perfect seduction. Sylvia only needed her body to kill him from the inside. She may have been petite, but she had inviting hips and perky shoulders that enticed him to stare at what was between them. I want her nipples in my mouth again. Joseph brazenly stroked his cock in front of her. The damned thing was sensitive to the touch, but Joseph had faith it would join his way of thinking soon. Come on, man, you know you want to be inside her again. Next time he would fuck her until they were both losing their minds. Joseph had discovered true sexual bliss the last time they made love. He intended to experience it again.

  “I want to know that such a man is mine as much as I am his.” Naked, Sylvia knelt one leg against the end of the bed. “He’s going to be mine. It’s only fair if I am to be his.”

  “Absolutely fair.”

  “He’s never going to get jealous when I talk about my past. He’s never going to hold my likes and dislikes because of that past against me. And he’s never, ever going to think about anything but making me feel good.”

  Her hands were on the bed. She crawled toward him, breasts swaying with her movements, lips coming for his. Joseph welcomed her with a delectable kiss that was only matched by the scintillating sensation of her nipple hardening once again between his finger and thumb. Sylvia hissed against his mouth.

  “You want me to take you,” he stated as fact. “You want me to really show you what I can offer as more than your boyfriend.”

  “Yes.” Sylvia pushed her fingers beneath his, gripping his stiff cock in his stead. “It’s not just about this thing right here. It’s about what you can do with it to make me feel like nothing else in the world matters but you and me.” She kissed him again. Joseph tasted himself on her tongue. “Fuck me.” When did she begin to moan her words again? “Be rough with me, okay? I haven’t enjoyed that kind of sex in so long. I wanna be with a guy who makes me trust him enough to do that to me.”

  “For you, huh?”

  “Yeah. I wanna do that for myself again. Not only because the money’s good.”

  “Mi cosita,” Joseph said, rubbing his thumb against her cheek and lips. “You’re not so little after all. You’ve got a big heart and spirit.”

  “You’ve caught me.”

  “Yes, I sure have.” He guided her down to his lap. “And now that I’ve caught you, I’ll give you want you want.”

  Chapter 31

  Sylvia

  We’ll see.

  Sylvia wanted to believe him. God, did she want to believe him! How long had it been since she was excited to express herself like that with a man? Too long. I was starting to think it would never happen again. Her eyes remained locked on Joseph’s until her head was too far down to look him in the soul.

  She knew what he wanted. It was what all men wanted eventually. The difference with Joseph? She was eager to give it to him, to use every moment of skill she had earned to make him ready for her – to make him insane for her. Sucking him until he was hard enough to fuck her again was what they both wanted. Sylvia yearned to feel him inside her mouth, to taste his musk and to bury her nose in his masculinity. Joseph needed to get completely erect again. It worked out for the both of them.

  Mostly Sylvia.

  She threw herself into it, harkening to the time when she loved – no, lived for – submitting herself to a worthy man. There would be no implements tonight. No crazy bondage gear, no fetish wear, no furniture that was made for playing on… but it could lead to that, eventually. Sylvia needed to know what kind of man he was deep inside. His domineering personality. His ability to back off when necessary. His willingness to learn her cues and use them to their great advantage. Yeah, that’s what they needed. That’s what they were going to get.

  “That’s right,” he said in that gruff voice Sylvia always got insanely wet for. It fucking ripples through me. “Suck my cock, you angel.”

  It didn’t matter what he called her. She wanted to give it to him anyway.

  Men like Joseph wanted to feel worshipped. The good ones never admitted it out l
oud, though. Perhaps they didn’t realize it. Joseph did not seem the type to demand such a thing from his lover. That made Sylvia all the more likely to do it. He’ll appreciate it more. He’ll feel my love ten-fold. She was mostly excited to see him take off his shirt and toss it onto the floor, his muscles flexing, sometimes pulsing in the light of his bedroom when he leaned back to enjoy her talents.

  Her mouth, her throat. Her teeth, her tongue. Her breath, her words. They all conspired to make him so hard, so needy for her that he had no choice but to take her once more. If Sylvia did it right, he would be so beside himself with lust that he would give it to her like she wanted. Like she asked for. Don’t be afraid of hurting me, Joseph. I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose. A man like him needed to let loose. All over her, preferably.

  “Shit.” Joseph pulled her off him, grabbing her wherever he could while he hurried to kick off his pants. “Come here, Sylv. Give me your fucking cunt.”

  She yelped, trapped beneath him, her limbs opening around him in the hopes that he would take her now. “Do it,” she whispered. “Take my fucking cunt.”

  He did.

  Sylvia was flat on her stomach, fingers curling around the edge of the bed while her boyfriend smacked her ass until there was enough room for his cock to slam into her. One of his hands locked with hers, the other holding her leg. Cries of satisfaction tumbled from them both. Sylvia swore she saw a flash of hot, white light before her eyes when Joseph bit her shoulder and clawed the small of her back.

  Killing me. She caught sight of them in the window, the reflection of this man surging into her as addictive as the sin she committed. He’s fucking killing me!

  It wasn’t merely his thick cock penetrating her at blinding speed. (Although that was a big part of it.) It was his groan of resolve shaking her core. Her whole body trembling in need to come. His breath hitting her in the back of the head with every thrust. The bed crashing against the wall. Their reflections as pornographic as they were beautiful.

  Sylvia wanted more.

  “Fuck me,” she pleaded, knuckles turning white from bracing against the edge of the bed. “Fuck me, Joseph! Harder!”

  He grabbed her shoulders and yanked her up onto her hands. The new angle invited his cock even deeper. Fuck! The tight and slick confines of her center slid down the rest of his shaft, lodging him so far inside of her that it would take a miracle to pry them apart again. “You sure do ask for a lot.” Joseph smacked her ass to drive the point home.

  Sylvia could barely pay attention to one thing over the other. She had to focus on staying upright while also enjoying his cock digging deep, deep into her, the head of it burrowing against her G-spot. Somehow she needed to stay balanced while kisses of pure, unadulterated hedonism attacked her throat and hands groped her breasts. Joseph was here, there, everywhere at once, both taking her from within and overpowering her from the outside. Orgasm seemed both far away and immediate. Sylvia’s thighs ached for relief. They screamed for more.

  “Talk dirty to me, baby,” she whimpered. Oh, no. He had found her clit. How could he both be clinging to her shoulders and rubbing her clit? Sylvia held herself as still as possible as he rammed into her, splitting her thighs apart and her cunt in two. “Please!” She needed to come. Hearing him tease her would make that happen – all over his cock, no less.

  Joseph held her close to his chest, rubbing her stomach, squeezing her breasts, and touching her swelling clit within her wet folds. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned into her ear. “Too damn good. I’m dying to come, and you have no idea how badly.”

  “Tell me!”

  He pulled her hair. Sylvia slammed her eyes shut, caught in his hold and speared by his cock. The way he filled her in this position felt unworldly. It couldn’t be possible. It was too intense! “So badly that I’m going to force you to come right now so I can too.” He rubbed her clit harder, sending sparks of pleasure all over Sylvia’s body. “Now beg for my cum.”

  “Holy shit, yes, give it to me!”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes!” Sylvia fell forward, bringing Joseph down with her. She was doing all the work now. All he had to do was hold himself still and feel her undulate in orgasm all around his cock. Heaven knows he can’t leave me! She had his cock clamped down to the point not even she could pull off him if she wanted to! “Please, baby! I need to feel it!”

  What a time for everything to slow down.

  Sylvia focused on their reflection. It was the only way to see her boyfriend’s torso ripple with his climax, his face covered in pure, utter ecstasy as his lips let go of his final dirty words for her. His hands snaked up her bare back, teasing her neck, wrapping gently around it, pinning her down so she was forced to receive his seed. But beyond their reflections were twinkling lights, shaking trees, and a sea of stars on a clear night after a day’s worth of rain. The two of them blended seamlessly into the scenery, what Sylvia craved.

  She also craved the liquid heat shooting into her core. The first burst of Joseph’s seed shouldn’t have surprised her, but it did. Sylvia screamed into the bed beneath her. It muffled her, but it wasn’t enough: everyone in the damn apartment building could hear her coming.

  Yes, yes, yes… Did she say that out loud or was it confined to her mind? She thought she was screaming. Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe those screams had been knocked out of her the moment Joseph came. One, two… oh, God, three… He was full of it, wasn’t he? How much had he held back from his first orgasm? How much was he determined to fill her core with? Enough to make me know that I belong to him. Sylvia’s whine was only matched by the low, rumbling roar consuming the room. Climax had long claimed her in mind-melting strides. Her inner walls were determined to squeeze every last drop from Joseph’s cock.

  She assumed he was impressed when he said something utterly incomprehensible in Spanish. Even with the language barrier, Sylvia knew the most important thing: they were one. For the briefest moment, they had achieved what had felt impossible two months ago. His heart is right here with mine. He’s here. We’re together. He’s mine. I’m his.

  Joseph lay on top of her, his steadying breaths so hot against the back of her neck. No wonder. She thought he was done, but there it was, one final burst of strength that filled her to the brim. The man was still hilt deep within her, yet the results of their union were running down Sylvia’s legs.

  “Holy…” Joseph slipped out of her and gave her enough room to roll over onto her back. Whoa. Everything dislodged within her. Sylvia stilled, her core pulsing in post-coital reverie. At the same time, the damn thing shot most of what Joseph had pumped into her onto his bed. He immediately touched her, opening her with his fingers and lightly rubbing her sensitive clit. More. More.

  “That is so fucking hot.” He kissed her, fingers still dabbling around the edges of her opening. “I want to spend every night making you do that.”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” Sylvia was too exhausted to move. She would take Joseph on top of her, kissing her, rubbing his softening cock against her stained folds anytime. “Then again, I wouldn’t mind spending every night with you anyway.”

  He probably thought his kiss was sweet and romantic. Oh, it was. Probably too much so. For Sylvia’s heart crumbled into its old, ashen pieces, only to be reborn a moment later, like a phoenix learning to fly once more.

  This was the last man she would ever make love to. She knew that like she knew she may still yet have a soul.

  ***

  Joseph was capable of some mind-altering bullshit. That was the conclusion Sylvia came to when she was walking up to the door Alexander Sheen told her to meet him at.

  Her boyfriend had to be some kind of hypnotizer. How else could Sylvia go from scared out of her wits to utterly nonchalant in one day? Love is a helluva drug. Sylvia only had to ride the bus for five minutes to get a contact high that would last her half the night. But Joseph spent one night making love to her in all the ways she didn’t think she needed to feel again? Best damn hi
gh in the world.

  What a way to spend those few seconds leading up to this operation: thinking of Joseph and his bedroom prowess. Okay, I’m thinking of other things too. The cuddling. The pillow talk. The waking up in a man’s arms and feeling, even if for the briefest moment, that it was the most natural thing in the world.

  Funny, that. Sylvia had thought she felt that way with Maxwell. I thought I knew what it was like to be in love, to be infatuated. Well, infatuated, yes, but it was only this morning Sylvia seriously sat and thought that she was in love.

  However Joseph felt in return… that still required a good amount of trust that Sylvia wasn’t sure she had.

  A peephole in the door slid open. A pair of dark, angry eyes stared back at her.

  “It’s the whore,” a gruff voice announced. Sylvia bristled at such a glib use of that word. How dare you! The only one around anywhere allowed to call Sylvia a whore was the lady of the night herself. This man needed his mouth smacked!

  “I think you mean to say Ms. Rogers.” Alexander Sheen did not sound as mean as his bodyguard. In fact, the man of the hour sounded rather… glum. “Is she alone? Let her in.”

  The door cracked open. A bald bodyguard wearing pure black – including the sunglasses he wore indoors – grabbed Sylvia by the arm and yanked her into Sheen’s burner office.

  It was both a conspicuous and yet completely hidden place. Sheen’s small yet executive office was located in a renovated brick building downtown, right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of corporate Portland and wayward tourists. The place considerably quieted down at night, aside from a few wanderers loitering on the front stoop and occasionally sharing messages with security. They’re all on someone’s payroll. Sylvia was too intimately familiar with the type. People with gang connections could easily hit the bottom rung of Sheen’s ladder. These were the people tapped for lucrative, under the table business deals. Like running a multimillion dollar human trafficking industry.