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thrust into me, hitting a spot inside of me I never knew I had, but never would neglect again. My squeals grew closer together and I knew, from listening to the older women gossip around my neighborhood, that this was only a preamble for what was next. With a final squeal, I threw my head back, pausing for a moment to feel the surge of blinding heat that overtook my body. I closed my eyes, engrossed in the sheer euphoria that the skilled SEAL had unleashed upon me. An innate response that was completely new, yet undeniably engrained in my very DNA.
***
Elijah
My body had a visceral reaction after seeing Nasima reach her climax. Securing her shoulders under my palms, I forced her down, impaling her with my hard dick, groaning as I drove it as far into her wet pussy as I could, exploding inside of her. I exhaled deeply as everything around me went black for a moment. The shockwave reverberated throughout my entire body as I continued to slowly slide in and out, tugging at her hard nipples, not wanting the feeling to end.
The sound of the familiar, jangling keys grew louder as they neared my cell.
They must be coming to take her away.
I wasn’t ready for that. I wanted to be inside of her the rest of the night, and well into the next day.
“They are coming,” she whispered, quickly dismounting me.
She pushed herself up from the ground, lowering her dress frantically as she stuffed her bra into her sleeve.
I fastened my pants then jumped to my feet.
“You must pretend you are hurt. Lie down. Lie down!” she urged me.
I did as she asked and laid face down, pretending to be unconscious, all the while reminiscing over the escapade we had just engaged in. Amadi couldn’t do anything to me right now. I was floating on a cloud, lost in a sea of lust for the beautiful woman that stood only a few feet from me. The metal door swung open, slamming against the concrete wall.
“Let’s go, Nasima!” Amadi called out from the hallway as he walked in and grabbed her by the arm.
“Yes, Amadi,” she replied softly.
“Shut the fuck up,” he yelled back.
“Please, not so tight, Amadi, that hurts.”
Anger welled up inside of me and I wanted to rush over and beat the shit out of him for hurting her, but I knew I wasn’t ready for a fight just yet, especially since I wasn’t able to see how many guards were gathered at the door. I definitely couldn’t take on three to four men in my condition. There was a shuffle of footsteps and then the creak of the door as it shut. The final click of the key signaled to me it was okay to open my eyes and sit up.
Pushing myself off of the floor, I spun around and situated myself next to the wall. I felt an ache in my chest as I thought about where Amadi could have taken Nasima, or if he was doing unspeakable things to her while out of my sight.
What could this ache be?
I was unable to comprehend the feelings stirring inside of me. I had grown accustomed to a certain kind of relationship…a certain kind of woman, and this was neither of those things. Touching my fingertips to my lips, I pondered over her words, and her fear that she would fall in love with someone who would not return those feelings.
Why does any of this matter to me ?
I pondered for what seemed like only moments, when the realization came upon me like a lightning bolt from the sky.
I might actually have feelings for this woman.
Pacing the cell, I mulled over the idea of having actual feelings for a woman, and all this while being held as a prisoner of war.
What kind of animal could compartmentalize the two?
Never in my fast, loose bachelor life had I had such a tender moment with a woman. A statement made astonishing if I were to actually add up the number of women I had charmed into bed. But it was my choice in women that always left something to be desired. I was drawn to the kind I couldn’t have a future with…the kind of women men didn’t bring home to meet their mothers.
Whether I did
***
Elijah
My body had a visceral reaction after seeing Nasima reach her climax. Securing her shoulders under my palms, I forced her down, impaling her with my hard dick, groaning as I drove it as far into her wet pussy as I could, exploding inside of her. I exhaled deeply as everything around me went black for a moment. The shockwave reverberated throughout my entire body as I continued to slowly slide in and out, tugging at her hard nipples, not wanting the feeling to end.
The sound of the familiar, jangling keys grew louder as they neared my cell.
They must be coming to take her away.
I wasn’t ready for that. I wanted to be inside of her the rest of the night, and well into the next day.
“They are coming,” she whispered, quickly dismounting me.
She pushed herself up from the ground, lowering her dress frantically as she stuffed her bra into her sleeve.
I fastened my pants then jumped to my feet.
“You must pretend you are hurt. Lie down. Lie down!” she urged me.
I did as she asked and laid face down, pretending to be unconscious, all the while reminiscing over the escapade we had just engaged in. Amadi couldn’t do anything to me right now. I was floating on a cloud, lost in a sea of lust for the beautiful woman that stood only a few feet from me. The metal door swung open, slamming against the concrete wall.
“Let’s go, Nasima!” Amadi called out from the hallway as he walked in and grabbed her by the arm.
“Yes, Amadi,” she replied softly.
“Shut the fuck up,” he yelled back.
“Please, not so tight, Amadi, that hurts.”
Anger welled up inside of me and I wanted to rush over and beat the shit out of him for hurting her, but I knew I wasn’t ready for a fight just yet, especially since I wasn’t able to see how many guards were gathered at the door. I definitely couldn’t take on three to four men in my condition. There was a shuffle of footsteps and then the creak of the door as it shut. The final click of the key signaled to me it was okay to open my eyes and sit up.
Pushing myself off of the floor, I spun around and situated myself next to the wall. I felt an ache in my chest as I thought about where Amadi could have taken Nasima, or if he was doing unspeakable things to her while out of my sight.
What could this ache be?
I was unable to comprehend the feelings stirring inside of me. I had grown accustomed to a certain kind of relationship…a certain kind of woman, and this was neither of those things. Touching my fingertips to my lips, I pondered over her words, and her fear that she would fall in love with someone who would not return those feelings.
Why does any of this matter to me ?
I pondered for what seemed like only moments, when the realization came upon me like a lightning bolt from the sky.
I might actually have feelings for this woman.
Pacing the cell, I mulled over the idea of having actual feelings for a woman, and all this while being held as a prisoner of war.
What kind of animal could compartmentalize the two?
Never in my fast, loose bachelor life had I had such a tender moment with a woman. A statement made astonishing if I were to actually add up the number of women I had charmed into bed. But it was my choice in women that always left something to be desired. I was drawn to the kind I couldn’t have a future with…the kind of women men didn’t bring home to meet their mothers.
Whether I did
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