Page 13 of Condemned to You

When a light moan escaped her lips, I went on. “Now slide the middle finger further down entering your pussy.”

“How many fingers?” Bethany asked.

“Use all four for me. Slide them in and out each time going in deeper.”

“I need you,” Bethany panted. “I need you.”

Her begging was electrifying. “Curl your fingers when you’re inside, apply pressure against the wall.”

When I heard her breathing pick up, so did my hand going up and down my shaft.

“Emilio,” Bethany panted.

“Close your eyes baby. Imagine it’s me throwing your legs over my shoulders.”

Her moaning was sending me over the edge as my pre-ejaculation coated my dick for lubrication as I picked up the pace.

“Faster,” I grunted.

Bethany was losing herself, I could hear it in her moaning.

Lost in my own imagination I busted at the sound of Bethany crying out in pleasure.

“Shit,” I spat out watching my cum burst out of my dick and all over my hands.

It took us both a few seconds to relax.

“I didn’t say to cum yet.”

“I couldn’t resist,” Bethany replied.

There was rumbling in the background that startled Bethany. “I need to go. Call me tomorrow, same time.”

Then there was a click. Standing there with cum all over me and alone sent a wave of frustration through my body. I hated being here. I hated this life. I hated I had to make a choice to continue this for the sake of living or go all out for one last moment of pleasure. My mind raced as I came up with a plan that seemed impossible to achieve.

After showering, I grabbed my phone and made a call I didn’t want to make. It was risky but I was willing to gamble it all just to be able to touch Bethany again.

“Well look who is it. Crawling back now?”

“Get over yourself Athena,” I sneered, “I need big a favor. No questions no comments – it’s either yes or no.”

There was a pause, “What can I do for you?”

Chapter Eight

It was too late to change my mind. I was already at the airport with my ticket in hand. I nodded as the TSA agent handed me back the passport. It never failed me how money could easily persuade people. I looked nothing like the man on the passport but the $100 bill the TSA agent found when he opened it disagreed. As I made my way through the bustling airport, the sounds of announcements and rolling suitcases were a chaotic backdrop to the whirlwind of emotion swirling within my heart. Glancing at the departure board, my heart continued to race as I scanned for my flight, and seeing each destination only made me wish I could be where I really wanted – in Bethany’s arms.

As much as I wanted Bethany in my arms, this was a suicide mission that I was slowly talking myself out of. As I walked past the gates ready for flights to different places, an attendant caught my eye. Blond hair wrapped up in a bun helping a passenger with a question at the desk in front of the gate. She reminded me of Bethany and there was a powerful tug at my heart. Sometimes life threw you signs and you just needed to go with it.

Today felt nostalgic as my past seemed to play before my eyes.

“Rachel told her sister how you’re a bit tight on cash,” Marco says.

Uncomfortable that Rachel would say something like that, I shrug it off, “Times are a bit tough right now. Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“I’ve asked around about you. You keep your head down and out of trouble. Work 3 jobs to support your mother and sisters.”

Now it is really uncomfortable. If he knows that much then he knows my mother is a junkie and my sisters don’t share the same father as I do.