After giving her a moment’s rest, Jordan immediately kissed her, slipping his tongue through her lips and interlocking their tongues together. Emerald could taste her essence which lingered on the surface of his tongue and she was too completely lost in the intoxicating feeling of the kiss to notice that Jordan had taken off his boxer shorts and was now lying buck naked on top of her.
She was too distracted to notice him shift into position, until she felt something hard nudging her opening. She groaned, wiggling slightly as her arms went to wrap around Jordan’s neck, furthering to deepen their kiss. Just then, Emerald felt the thick and hard object slide through her slit without warning.
A gasp escaped her throat at the abrupt penetration, the sound traversing into Jordan’s mouth as a groan simultaneously escaped from him as well, both sounds mixing together and traveling in an exchange into both their cores. Emerald bit on his bottom lip, her fingers assuming their position of digging into his shoulders again as Jordan pulled out slightly before sliding into her again, going even deeper.
Pulling away from the kiss, a whimper slipped through her lips at the slight pain that spread from her vagina up to her lower belly. Her eyelids parted, paving way for her bright emerald green eyes to lock gazes with chocolate brown orbs of ardent and passionate intensity.
Jordan was rendered speechless as his eyes collided with Emerald’s. Her twinkling yet dazed smaragd orbs, her swollen and slightly parted pink lips, the drops of sweat that gathered on her face and chest, trailing slowly and torturously down the valley of her breasts despite the chilling weather outside.
The very sight of this beautiful woman squiggling beneath his body-his beautiful Gemstone, panting and heaving underneath him while staring into his eyes with a gaze so heavily ladened with love and adoration, was enough to drive him mad, enough to drive him completely out of control, even more than enough to make his cock twitch erratically in her encompassing warmth.
From the little groan that escaped her lips, Jordan could tell that she had also felt the jerking movement of his thick, throbbing and definitely, veiny shaft as the walls of her pussy closed in on his cock, seeming to suck him deeper into their blazing and maddeningly addictive abyss.
Jordan let out a groan and a shaky breath when she clenched tightly around him. “Are you okay?” The mellifluous voice of his gemstone made its way into his ears like soft music, their concerned undertone not falling on deaf ears.
Still remaining immobile while embedded inside her, waiting for her to adjust to his size, Jordan carefully kissed her lips before pulling away to look at her again. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, love. Are you okay?” His voice came out low and husky, drawing a little nod from Emerald, who swallowed, her flushed face turning a shade deeper, if possible.
“Good,” he murmured, nuzzling his face in her neck, “I’m fine as well. You’re just so fucking tight,” he groaned again as in that moment, her tight walls chose to clench around him again.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized in a meek tone.
“No,” Jordan pulled back to look at her, “you don’t need to apologise, baby. I love it. I love that you’re so perfectly tight, I love how you clench so beautifully around my cock, I love how your walls seem to pull me further in, how your pussy seems to suck me deeper into your neverending warmth. I love every bit of it, sweetheart,” he spoke, his unfiltered words making Emerald blush even more.
He rubbed his nose against hers before he began to move inside her. “Your alluring scent makes me heady, your ambrosial taste intoxicates me. Your entire being makes me seem like a druggie under the influence of multiple drugs, Gem,” he whispered, pulling out before pushing back into her, his cock delving deeper into her core and sending Emerald slowly up the ladder to seventh heaven.
Jordan intertwined their hands, his plunge into her becoming deeper and harder with each thrust as Emerald also moved her hips, meeting his thrusts with equal vigor.
They continued to stare into each other’s eyes, paying no heed to the raging storm outside the house, clapping and flashing to get their attention. Nothing else seemed to exist at that moment, the rest of the world seemed null and void as they became each other’s worlds, each other’s universe.
“I love you, Emerald.”
“I love you, Jordan.”
Cooped up in their own little world, in their own little bubble, the couple finally coalesced and became one. Against all troubles, against all tribulations, against all the creeping shadows of their dark pasts, they remained strong for each other.
Against the tumultuous storm raging outside, they made sweet, sweet love, driving each other to the point of ecstasy and beyond.
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The haggard looking middle-aged man was led out of the prison cell, accompanied on both sides by police officers as he handed over his prison uniform before being led to the deputy officer’s office, his hands held together by metallic handcuffs.
His head was left completely bald in the center with only unkempt strands of salt-and-pepper hair crowding around the edges. His overly tanned, almost black, face was enshrouded by wrinkles and his nose was unbelievably crooked, appearing to have been broken more times than countable.
His exposed nape gave way to the sight of the snake tattoo slithering all the way across his neck and stopping just below his jawline. His green eyes were dim and lifeless and there appeared to be a limp in his step as he walked lamely with the officers into the deputy’s office.
Needless to say, close to eighteen years of being imprisoned had surely taken its toll on the man.
Watching as the deputy chief, who looked very dapper in his uniform, scribbled quickly on some files on his table, the older man stood, his posture evidently bent as his aged back refused to leave any room for him to stretch into a straighter posture.
Finally done with what he was doing, the deputy looked up at the middle-aged man. Tucking away his pen and closing the file he had been busy with, he leaned back against his seat while letting out a sigh.
A stern and serious look dominated his visage as he regarded his prisoner, who was about to become a proper ex-convict. “Johansson,” he called out, drawing the unwavering attention of the middle-aged man.
“Yes, deputy?”
“You’re being released based on a pardon granted to you, alongside other selected prisoners, by the Australian government. Your papers have been put together and everything has been finalized for you to take your leave.”
He made a gesture at one of the officers, who unveiled a set of keys from his pocket before unlocking the handcuffs and withdrawing them from the man.
“Congratulations, Johansson, you’re free to go.” The deputy gave him a firm nod to which Johansson reciprocated before making a move to turn around and leave, but his movements were halted when the deputy called his name again. He turned back around to meet gazes with the officer.
“Johansson, remember why you were convicted in the first place. Remember what you went through during your entire stay in here. I’m hoping to never see you in here again and even if we do meet again, it shouldn’t be under these same circumstances. Live a good life, Carl,” he advised, his face remaining stern as he passed him another curt nod.
Nodding once more, Carl limped out of the office, still escorted by the police officers until he was finally out of the gates of hell on Earth, until he was finally out of the confinements that had drove him mad all these years.
Carl breathed in the fresh, unpolluted and most importantly, free air of Sydney, Australia. He looked around, his eyes taking in the sight of the thick and long trees surrounding the prison building. He searched his memory for the path through which he had been brought to the prison, but he only turned up empty.
He had stayed too long in there to remember anything anymore, but there was one thing he remembered, or rather, there were people he remembered. People who had brought him to the hellhole in the first place.
Reaching into his inner shirt, he pulled out an old, faded, black and white picture of a woman with a little girl sitting on her hip. The duo had happy smiles on their faces. From the uneven edges of the photograph, one could tell that the picture had been ripped.
He was willing to take the deputy’s advice. He would never forget the reason he was convicted, he would never forget what he went through in there and he would never forget the way the thirst for revenge had gnawed endlessly at his entire being and soul while he was locked up, slowly but surely losing his mind.
He would never forget his ex-wife or his wretched daughter. Now that he was finally out, he was determined to exert his revenge. He was determined to make them pay. He would make them suffer a hundred fold, what he had to suffer through for more than seventeen years of his life.
The contempt and ardent hatred was evident in his eyes as he stared down at the picture. He would make them pay.
‘He would make Emerald and Maggie pay.’