“Do you want me to walk you to safety? There is still a long way to go.” This was weird. I knew I should have run, but I didn’t. My courage was...returning although still fragile but I felt I needed some explanation. “You were going to rape me, weren’t you?” I shouted. “Maybe.” Then checking himself. “No, I very much doubt it.” he said simply. “Why?” I asked lamely. “Why jump out at me?” “No sensible reason,” he said softly. “You are very pretty so why not?” He shrugged unconvincingly. He. And of course, a load of movies to go with it. Clothing too. Most of it casual with some business shirts thrown in. Perhaps a half-dozen ties. But that was pretty much all of it. So moving out would not be too difficult. A small U-Haul truck and one trip would do it.The only saving grace was when I told the landlord I was going to have to move, she said I could live off of the security for the last month's rent. That way, I had the entire month of June to move my things out. It was also a boon. “I’m still buzzing darling, let’s go back to bed and then I’m going shopping for something sexy to wear tonight.”The something sexy turned out to be a long, sheer nightgown that fitted her like a second skin, built in cups lifted her breasts without covering them and I thought it was the most blatantly sexual piece of “clothing” I’d ever seen before.“So do you think he’ll like it darling?” she asked when she showed it to me.“Christ Almighty,” I nearly choked as I looked at the price, “He’d. ” He growls, nails digging into my thighs. I lean my head back, my hands clenching onto his robes again. “P-please…” I say, panting. “Fuck me. Use me.” He grins, showing off his fangs. “Could use some work, but good enough.” He slams my hips into his, not wasting any time to pick up a fast pace. He’s big, each thrust practically ripping me apart, but he’s still pretty good, and would probably be better if he didn’t keep trying to rip chunks out of my shoulder. Still, I moan and shake, and he.
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