CHAPTER 127: THE CHOICE IS YOURS

“Fuck Pamela, you’re still an expert with this, Sweetheart,” I groaned heavily as she continues to ride on top of me. Her plump breasts were bouncing so beautifully that I couldn’t take my eyes off them. She was indeed a spectacular sight to behold, especially in her birth suit. 

“Oh Michael! Ahh shit!” She grinded even more, deepening her plunges and making sure that my erect and massive manhood went all the way inside of her. Everytime she pulls up, my hands press her down swiftly, which makes our unison more intense and extremely gratifying. “Fuck Michael! I’m almost there!” She sweetly cried in ecstasy. 

“Pound it faster, Sweetheart! Ride me like a pro!” She did what she was told and doubled her speed. “Yes that’s it! Oh Fuck! Yes, Sweetheart!” My hands crushes my mounds, kneading them in circular motion before pinching her crowns that made her moan louder. 

“Michael! Ahh!” I felt her sweet extract explode, leaking on my center as she exhaustively lays and pants heavily on my chest. But since I am not done yet, as my manhood hasn't released its load and still craves for some action, I switched our position and spread her legs apart. With the use of my mouth, I slowly lick her juices off. Tasting her delicious extract and taking my time. “Oh God! Michael… Ahh! Shit! Hmm…” I salaciously grin while continuing to pleasure her. She loves it every time I feast on her, especially when I harden my tongue and penetrate it through her hole. This act always triggers her body to ignite, regardless if she’s physically wasted or not, she will definitely ask for more. “Don’t stop, Sweetheart. Ahh God! Yes, yes, yes! Ahh fuck!” She erotically murmured and held my hair tightly before pulling it even closer after she opened her legs further. 

“Dammit Pamela! I can stay in this position forever, Sweetheart. You taste so divinely sweet, more sweeter than candy. It’s extremely intoxicating.” I licked her more, lapping her slit thoroughly and playing with her tiny bud making her wriggle in pleasure, which is an indication that she is drawing her climax all over again. 

“Fuck Michael, I’m near, Sweetheart!” 

“Not yet, my ever-responsive sultress,” I stop and move away from her pooling center, watching her expression as she frustratedly gazes at me. Desperation was written all over her face. She was about to protest when I swiftly plunged my virile manhood inside her, pushing all the way in that made her screams in pleasure and delight. 

“Fuck!” 

I pounded her in rapid motions, determined to end this round with gratification and highly satisfied. The bed was rocking as I moved. Each plunge was rewarded with deep moans escaping her throat. My hands reach for hers and lock them both on top of her head as my lips savage one of her mounds and my hips continue to bang her hard and deep. After satisfying her left, I moved to her right, granting it with the same attention as the other. She continued moaning and cursing, calling my name in a way that is soothing in my ear. The moment I felt myself drawing near, my hands let go of hers and straightened my upper body, giving all I have as I drill her hole faster and faster.

“AHH!” My manhood exploded inside of her, extracting every load until its last drop. 

***

After a very intensified and three consecutive rounds of pleasurable love making, it’s now time to deal with the matters at hand. Michael and I must talk soundly. Now that he has calmed himself with the help of my body, it’s time to urge him to agree with me. 

“We need to talk, Michael,” I said plainly without gazing at him, who was lying beside me and is still gradually panting. 

“Not now, Pamela. Don’t start, please, it’s not appropriate at this time. Not after that wonderful moment we’ve shared.” 

“Then when? Every minute count, Michael. The longer we prolong this discussion, the harder it would be for the two of us. We can’t be divided with our decision, Michael. We must be united just like we always do in the past. I can’t leave without the money, Michael. I will be frank with you, because I know that that huge sum will change the course of our lives. Not just us, but especially for Michelle.” He sighed heavily, but didn’t utter a word, so I continued. “Would you like to live our lives plainly? That we have to work our asses to death in order to live the life you wish for me and for your daughter? Michelle is growing up. Sooner or later, what we scarcely have wouldn’t be sufficient for her needs. We both don’t have any stable resources. Do you wish me to return to my previous job and be away with you again? Do you want us to be separated again? Just like before when we got reunited? Because if that’s what you want, then let’s leave this shithole of a place this instant and forget that fucking money that we can get from Penelope.” As much as I didn’t want to be emotional, I couldn’t help but shed tears of desperation. “I am sick and tired of having just enough, Michael! I can’t even buy luxurious things for myself! Aren’t you sick of it as well? Because, fuck! I am!” I sat straight and silently cried. Later on, I felt his arms wrapping tightly around me and his lips brushing my shoulder blades. 

“All I am thinking of is the possibility of getting caught, Pamela. I am scared of being behind bars with no particular assurance that I would ever be with my daughter again and also you. You two are my world, Pamela. I will internally die in longingness without the two of you in my life. That is why I wanted us to leave before things turned out rougher, which we both knew could eventually happen. It’s just a matter of days, a week perhaps, before those cops trace our whereabouts.” 

“You’re already jumping into conclusion. It hasn’t happened yet, but here you are terrified of your assumptions. Do you think Ivar would let that moment occur? I bet he's already thinking of a comeback to get the money from Penelope. He isn’t the type of man who will coward out because he got screwed at first try. I am most certain that he already has a plan cooking inside his head to retrieve our money.” 

He exhaled exhaustedly. “I don’t know, Pamela,” I freed myself from his embrace and looked him straight in the eye.

“Listen to me, Michael,” I firmly held his face, locking it with both hands so his eyes were fixed at me. “I will not leave without my money, that’s final. Now it’s up to you if you will leave without me or stay until both of us leave this place with our money. The choice is yours, I already chose mine. It will definitely shatter my heart into pieces if you choose to leave without me. Then I have no other option, but to set you free.”