Broken Lovers

Chapter 11

My relationship with Liam, if I could still call it that, was going from bad to worse. We didn't sleep together or talk to each other like we had. He was drowning in his defense of Benjamin, and the further he delved into the case, the more danger I was in. Deep inside, I believed Benjamin would never do anything to jeopardize us if anything happened to him, but now my blackmailer had asked about his defense file, I knew I’d been played as the perfect patsy. My blackmailer knew what I’d done in Benjamin's restaurant and that I was also the girlfriend of his defense attorney.

I quickly stuffed the copy of the defense folder into my bag and left, not thinking about the consequences or the fact that someone would get the blame for what I’d done.

Again, I left work early, and as the blackmailer opened the door, I whacked him in his stomach with the folder as hard as I could. "There! Now you have what you wanted from me."

He shook his head slowly and spoke calmly. "No, you’re wrong. I’ll only be satisfied when you’ve lost everything. Only then you will realize what it is to lose someone you love."

"So I guess you don't need my services anymore,” I replied.

He chuckled. He knew he had me exactly where he wanted me. I’d just stolen the defense files of my ex-boss from my boyfriend's law firm for him, he’d told me he was going to destroy me and all I cared about was that I might not get to f**k him again. Crazy didn’t even begin to cover it.

"Give me your phone," he said. I handed it over and he watched the video of my theft till the end.

"Anything else I can be of use for?" I said sarcastically as I took it back.

"No," he said in the same manner.

"Then I’m leaving."

I turned to go, but he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me towards him. “Keep your moods for your boyfriend,” he hissed. “Remember your place and never forget that I can bring your life to an end with a click of my fingers.”

"Kiss me," I begged, ignoring everything he was telling me.

He let go of my hair. I expected him to say or do something, but he didn't. He didn’t move. I went close to his face and smelled his cologne, raw and fierce. I rubbed my nose on his cheek and whispered in his ear that I wanted him to f**k me. Then I ran my fingers through his hair. There was still no reaction. I put my hand under his chin and brought his mouth towards mine, pleading with him to f**k me one more time. His breathing had grown heavier and then suddenly he kissed me, slowly and gently at first, and then with urgency. With one hand, he caressed my ass over my leggings, inserting a finger into the crack, and with the other, he explored my pubic region,

I was getting seriously roused. He grabbed me by the p***y and pulled me inside the apartment. With the door closed, and with my help, he skillfully and swiftly stripped me naked before kissing my neck and breasts, dropping to his knees to continue his work down below. I leaned back against the wall, spreading my legs to give his mouth and tongue full unfettered access. He was more talented than Liam and he seemed to know exactly when to go inside my lips, when to move up and attack my c**t, when to leave it and when to move back down so it prolonged the ecstasy. My lust was rising in my chest and I pushed him backwards on to the floor, surprising him by mounting his face. I ground my p***y into his mouth, feeling his tongue flicking away at me engorged c**t. Then I surprised him again, turning round to that I could suck his c**k while he nibbled and licked me. As his tongue lapped along my p***y lips, I curled mine around the head of his c**k, feeling it filling my mouth as I greedily slurped away at him, my right hand firmly gripping his shaft as I slowly m*********d him.

I wanted him to come in my mouth so I could swallow his seed, but he had other ideas. He heaved me over onto the floor, and in one swift gymnastic type move presented himself between my legs, slamming his ramrod pole straight into my wanton p***y. I reached up and pulled him down towards me, finding his mouth, kissing him with passion. As we kissed, he kept thrusting and I kept bucking. He was penetrating me deeper than any man had ever done before and taking me to new unimagined heights. I felt my orgasm approaching much quicker than it had ever done before, which was doubly surprising because I don't usually come through penetration. But his size alone made it much more enjoyable. I gasped in his ear that I was on my way.

"Come for me, b***h," he urged, f*****g me faster and faster and harder and harder. “I’m coming!” I yelled. My legs gripped his waist, and as my tongue found his again, I came hard and heavy while groaning into his mouth.

But even then, he didn't slow down, prolonging my orgasm until I could take no more. I lay back exhausted while he used my body at will to fulfill his own pleasure. I might have been just a piece of f**k meat to him, but it certainly wasn’t all one way. I didn’t care. He leant forwards and grabbed my breasts, holding on tightly as he rode my p***y for all he was worth. Suddenly, he began to make his animalistic sounds, gasping and grunting that he was right on the edge, and as his c*m spurted out, I gripped him with my internal muscles and milked every single last drop.