tagInterracial LoveCall Me Ch. 02

Call Me Ch. 02

byjthserra©

Alana knew he loved her, she played on it, manipulated it to keep him interested and to keep him focused. She knew exactly what he was doing, his working with the police while infiltrating the inner workings of the organization and she knew how dangerous it was for him. Her job, her unofficial job, was to spend time with him, keep him motivated and to keep an eye on him. She did her job well.

Alana did her job too well and now the man loved her. She'd let it get out of hand and now she had to pay the price, they both had to pay the price.

Andy came to her that evening with the news, the police were going to move in that evening and pick up most of the group. His infiltration gave the police the leads they needed and now, he could finally stop the charade.

When he told her that, she knew it was time to leave, time to tell him that she had used him, just to make sure he stayed in. Hearing his relief and joy at bringing down the men that burned the church, that hurt those girls so long ago, she couldn't tell him, not right now.

So when he walked over to her, she stood up and fell into his arms. She felt his hands slide down her back to knead her ass as he pushed his erection against her and by the time he began unbuttoning her blouse, she had resigned herself to one last... one last something with him.

"I love you," he said, burying his face into her neck.

"I know," she gasped holding her head back as his mouth and tongue ran down her neck toward her breasts.

What was this? Initially it was just sex with him, something to calm him down, a closer connection with him, but somehow it became more. He loved her...

His mouth found her nipples and she closed her eyes at the sensation as his hands ran down her dark body and began unfastening her pants. She reached for his pants, fumbling with his belt as his mouth moved to her other breast.

Andy finished unfastening her pants and gently moved her over to the bed, where he grabbed the pants by the ankles and quickly pulled them off her. She removed her panties, noticing the large wet spot in them, as he stood up and quickly tore off his clothes, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

Looking up at him she whispered, "Call me..."

His hand stopped her from finishing, as he hissed, "No, there's no more of that. I'm done with the police, I'm done the wizards and the robes."

He moved his hand and she started again, "Call me..."

He stopped her again, "No! That was about hate, this is about love, only love."

He loved her and tonight he showed her how he loved her, she felt him gently run his lips and tongue all over her body, kissing her nipples and breasts as if savoring the feel of them on him. She watched as he languished in her body, gently running his hands down her sides as he kissed across her stomach.

Feeling him move lower, Alana opened her legs, ready for his mouth, but he only kissed her lightly on her lips as he continued down. She felt his hot breath on her pussy, but felt him kissing down her thighs. Maddeningly, he continued kissing down her soft thighs, over the sensitive spot behind her knees and then up the other thigh. By the time she felt his face brush over her pussy again, she ached for him, arching her back and pushing herself to his face.

She felt his tongue slip into her wet opening and she spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the bed and lifting her ass up to meet him. The wet slurping sounds he made as his tongue, lips and fingers moved into her cunt and over her clit ignited her even more.

Electricity pulsed through her as she came, her body convulsing, her cunt squeezing his fingers. Alana reached down and grabbed his head, holding it tight to her pussy, drenching his face. When she finally calmed, she wanted to please him, make him feel her and she grabbed his sides and pulled him upon her.

Reaching down, she guided his hard cock into her and felt him slide easily to the hilt. He filled her and the sensation was incredible, she wrapped her legs around his ass, not wanting to feel him withdraw, yet craving the feel of him entering her again. She mirrored his motion, raising her hips to meet him as he plunged into her. Noticing him tense, ready to come, she let herself go, giving herself into the sensation completely. Alana climaxed again as she felt him thrust deep one last time and then go limp in her arms, as he seemed to gasp for breath.

They lay entwined, held together as closely as they could squeeze themselves. His weight upon her felt so good, so right, and even as she felt his cock soften and slip out of her, she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him. He loved her and she... she...

"I've got to go," she said, shattering the perfect silence that enveloped them.

"But, didn't you hear me, it's over now, we can stay together, it doesn't matter anymore."

"It does matter and I need to go," Alana replied, squeezing herself out from under him.

"But no, I love..."

"Stop!" she interrupted, "No you don't, you don't love me."

"I do love you, surely you know that."

"All I know is that you... you... you and them." She was lying now, but what else could she do, she couldn't stay.

"You know I only stayed with them because of the police."

"Look you fucking bumpkin, don't you get it? I was part of the package, part of the deal."

"Package? Deal?"

"Yeah, package. I was all along. They knew we had a history, I told them that and they wanted me to use that to get close to you."

"Why?"

"To fucking keep an eye on you, make sure you weren't about to run, or even worse expose them. They invested a lot of money in you, I was just an insurance policy, someone to keep you in the fold. And you did, ain't it amazing what a little touch of color will do," she said, running a hand over her breast.

"But I love you."

"Stop saying that," she shouted, "stop it now. I'm leaving." Alana pulled on her pants and buttoned her blouse, leaving her bra on the floor. Stepping into the bathroom, she grabbed the bag she had packed earlier in the day and walked past him.

Buttoning his pants, he stumbled after her, catching her by the arm as she reached for the door. "Don't leave, let's just talk about it."

"Don't you see you dumb fuck, you were my job, they paid me. I was nothing more than your whore, you're just another John."

"I know you, it's not like that."

"Yes it is," she lied. She pulled her arm free and opened the door.

"You nigger bitch!" he shouted, tears streaming from his eyes.

Alana spun and slapped him in the face with every ounce of strength in her body, nearly knocking him to the ground. She stood rigid as she caught it balance on a chair and then stood up, a trickle of blood ran from his nose. They glared at each other, both crying now.

"You said you'd never say that again," she finally said.

"You said you'd never leave me."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to speak it, you told me, in the way you... in the way we..."

"Fucked?"

"In the way we fucked... no... the way we made love."

"You call it that?" she asked, closing the door.

"I call it that. I love you Alana."

She stood motionless, staring at him, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Behind him she saw the digital clock flashing 12:00, the rumpled bed with the large wet stain left from their... their...

"I love you Alana."

She took a deep breath and whispered, "I love you too," collapsing into his arms.

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