On the Run

Chapter 13

Laney POV

Please don't be mad

Please don't be mad

Please don't be mad

"What you say?" He said as if he didn't hear me right or didn't want to believe it.

"I'm Laney Cole." I said louder this time.

"Laney Cole.." He said to himself.

"So you gone fuck me before I leave?" I asked bluntly. Now is not the time to sugar coat shit. I want to fuck him before he leave.

"Really?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes out of annoyance.

"Are you gone fuck me or not? I'm leaving in the morning." I said.

He started up his car and took me to his crib. We got out and went in.

"Your parents here?" I looked around his huge house.

"Nope." He pushed all the shit off the kitchen table onto the floor. He picked me up unexpectedly and placed me on top of the table.

"Rough much." I mumbled in his ear. He didn't reply he just snatched my clothes off. I watched him take his time getting out his clothes. I grew impatient so I helped him to speed up the process.

I opened my legs wide for him and he grabbed my thighs with one hand, pushing my leg up, and massaged my pussy with the other.

Jamal rolling in his grave

"Why you teasing me?" I moaned out unexpectedly.

"This gone be my first and last time fucking you girl. You better be quiet and let me do this." He said roughly. I liked this Christian.

He removed his hand and put his face down there. His tongue swirled around me like he was looking for something he lost. He came up and kissed my lips. I admit I tasted quite good.

"Open wider." He pulled my body closer to the edge.

"My legs are as wide as they can go." I whined. He mumbled something and pushed both my legs up forcefully. He thrusted inside of me like he was mad.

"Uhhh." I moaned as he sped up the pace. His grip tightened on my thighs cause much pain but the pleasure was much more.

My body tightened around him as he painted my walls with his glistening coat.

He pulled out and turned me over. Just when I thought this nigga was done!

"Get down." He backed away slowly. I did as told and stood there nervously. He looked me up and down with a straight face. I started to feel uncomfortable so I covered my breasts and private part.

"Move your hands!" I quickly moved them by the boom of his voice.

"Get on the floor on all four." He ordered. I slowly got down and he followed me. I made a perfect arch so he could punish my shit perfectly.

He thrusted inside of me from the back. It felt so good. He pushed down on the back of my neck causing my face to go down. I bit down on my bottom lip but a moan escaped.

"I love it.." He grunted.

"How much?" I moaned. He sped up and my body couldn't stand it anymore. I gave up and came before he did. He soon filled me up with his warm coat.

He pulled out and rolled off my back.

"So that's what it's like to fuck a criminal.." He smirked. I sat up and moved close to his lips. I kissed them softly.

"I'm gone miss you." I looked down in shame. Being a criminal is not what you want to tell a guy you like about you.

"Ima miss you too." He ran his fingers through my hair. He smacked my ass with his other hand.

"Let's go for another round. This time I'm in charge. Now get up." I said forcefully.

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