by Bella King
I allow myself to moan. The sound escapes my mouth as a rush of liquid pleasure flows through my pussy, calming the butterflies in my stomach. Zeno is true to his word, painting poetry across my clit with his hot tongue. I can barely handle the sensation.
The rain comes down harder, but I can’t feel the coldness against my burning skin. I can feel nothing but the delightful shimmer of pleasure between my thighs and the heat of Zeno’s mouth over my pussy.
I want to die like this, all wrapped up in ecstasy. I don’t need the promise of a better tomorrow. All that I need is here and now.
Zeno pulls away from my pussy for a moment, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “You taste amazing. I want to eat you forever,” he says.
I shudder at the thought of him doing this for an eternity. Suddenly, life doesn’t seem all that bad when I have Zeno. I’d be willing to marry him if he kept doing what he’s doing now. I need more of that in my life. Like, a lot more.
Zeno returns his head to my pussy, licking and sucking until I’m trembling.
Waves of euphoric pleasure rise from my feet. Even in little pink socks, I don’t feel the ground beneath them. Everything has vanished except for the pleasure skyrocketing inside of me.
I can feel it in every part of my body, addressing the aches and pains I suffer from with generous relief. Suddenly, that’s all gone, and the only thing that I can feel is the climax. I’m cumming in Zeno’s mouth.
“Fuck,” I shout, grabbing his head and pushing it down hard between my legs. I ride his face, trembling uncontrollably, spasming as pleasure shoots through me, obliterating my mind and soul in one wicked swoop.
I grip his hair, pushing him down and denying him anything but my pussy in his mouth. He takes it with the eagerness of a man who wants nothing more and continues to move his tongue over my pink flesh as I finish.
I take a deep breath, letting it out as I come back down from the mountain. The way down is much faster than the way up, but as I travel back down to earth, I come with satisfaction. The craving is relieved for now. I can continue living naturally again.
The rain is pouring now, soaking Zeno to the bone in his suit. I’m aware of how cold it is, how it’s making my skin turn clammy even as the fire rages inside of me, but I’m not bothered by it. I have dry clothes in the car, and I’ll be nice and warm there with Zeno.
Zeno stands up, a satisfied grin occupying his handsome face. My juices glisten on his stubbly chin, not yet washed off by the rain. “Better than ice cream,” he says.
“Fuck, better than anything,” I reply, shaking my head. “I love it.”
“You know,” he says, placing his hand on my shoulder. “There’s more where that came from.”
I’m willing to do anything for him at this point, anything he wants. Hell, even if he wanted my ass, he could have it. It may be pathetic, but I’m completely obsessed with what he does to me and how he makes me feel. That’s worth everything I have to offer him in return.
“I’m all yours,” I tell him, looking up at him in wonder.
“That’s right,” he says. “Let’s go to the car, shall we?”
“Yes.” I turn around and open the door to the rest stop building, grabbing my clothes off the floor before heading back to the car with Zeno, completely naked.
My heart hammers wildly in my chest as we approach the car. We’re no longer covered by the secrecy of the building. Now, my naked body is on full display, even if there’s nobody around to see it. I feel free like this.
The moment we reach the car, the mood changes. Zeno is behind me, pressing his throbbing cock into my ass through his wet slacks. He’s growling obscene things into my ear, something about filling me up with cum, and my head is spinning with lust again.
I need more.
I need so much more.
“Bend over,” Zeno growls, pressing his palm between my shoulder blades.
I fall forward onto the cold, wet hood of the car, letting out a squeak of delight as I fall. The rush he gives me is incredible, and I don’t think it will stop here. He’s going to take me like this, I know it, and I’m going to allow this man to pump his cock between my legs like there’s no tomorrow.
For all I know, there may not be another day after this one. My life is dangerous, and it’s only gotten to be more so in the past forty-eight hours. As the age-old saying goes, you only live once. If tomorrow never comes, at least I can cum today.
“You want this cock?” Zeno asks, slapping it out onto my ass.
“God, yes. I want you so bad,” I whimper.
He chuckles because he knows that he’s the one in control. He’s the one who calls the shots. He’s the boss, and I’ll do anything to please him, just as long as he satisfies me in the process.
But I wonder if I ever can be satisfied. Will I have to ride him every day for a lifetime, taking his cum inside of me and climaxing from his expert tongue in order to be fulfilled? I’ve taken a road that I can’t stray from, and my life has been forever changed by it.
I hear the plop of wet clothes on the asphalt behind me, and then I feel the heat of Zeno’s naked body pressed against mine. His skin is hotter than mine, warming me as he presses me down into the cold metal.
A hand grips the back of my neck, pressing my cheek into the car hood as he enters me. His cock stretches my virgin pussy, pressing into the hot wetness that he’s created. He knew what he was doing, eating me out like that, and now his ride is going to be wetter than he could ever imagine.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, pushing in deeper.
I gasp at how big he is. His cock is so thick, and there seems to be no end to its length. He keeps going deeper, pushing so far inside of me that I feel it in my tummy. He is a king, and his cock is the staff with which he rules.
He makes the final push, the one that touches my cervix, with firm confidence. His balls slap against the backs of my thighs as he sinks into me. I cry out from the sensation, so unfamiliar and overwhelming, yet so immensely satisfying.
Zeno moves with patience, but I can tell he wants to slam me hard and pump me full. Maybe he wants to make sure that my first time is good, or perhaps he just wants to draw out the pleasure for himself. Either way, it’s delectable, torturous, and amazing all at the same time.
“You have no idea how good this feels,” Zeno groans, increasing his speed. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
I clench it around his cock, using my muscles to make it as tight as possible. I want to milk him dry. The bastard won’t last five seconds with my legs clamped together like this. He’s going to blow his load before he can pull out.
I wonder if he will pull out. I’m not on the pill, and I’m sure he knows that. Does he plan on ejaculating inside of me like this? He barely even knows me!
Should I even let him? What am I thinking?!
But I don’t tell him not to. I let him decide what to do with me. There’s always plan-B, right? I mean, does it matter? I want him inside of me, and I don’t ever want him out. I don’t want him to pull out.
“Oh fuck,” Zeno moans, slamming harder against me, thrusting his huge cock deep inside of me. He sounds like he’s about to burst.
His hand tightens on the back of my neck, confirming my suspicion. Yes, I want him to burst. I want the semen to flow thick and heavy inside of me. I want it all.
“Cum inside,” I beg. “Please, cum inside.”
I’m fucking crazy. I know that, but I’m doing it anyway. I’m so totally obsessed with this man and his cock. I don’t want anything else.
“Oh god,” he exclaims, leaning in and laying across my back as cum shoots from the tip of his cock into my pussy. He pumps it all inside, pinning me on top of the car hood as he does so.
“Yes,” I cry, clawing at his ass with my fingernails. I scratch his skin, leaving red marks in it as I ensure that he stays in, nice and deep.
Zeno’s weight dents the hood as he goes limp on top of me. His cock shrinks, slipping o
ut of my pussy. I can feel the cum rolling down my leg, getting lost in the rain as it reaches the ground. I could fall asleep, even as the rain beats down harder.
I’m so satisfied.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zeno
I don’t know what came over me. One minute, I’m having a smoke, and the next, I’m pumping cum into the woman whose life and inevitable death lies in my hands. The twists keep coming, and I’m not sure that this one was a good thing.
Sure, I had planned on enjoying her tight body, riding her hard into the night, and dusting my hands off afterward. I planned to pound her into the bed, fill her up good, and leave to sleep on my own. She could deal with the emotions on her own because I would have nothing to do with them.
But things went differently. I’m sitting in the car with her now, her bare feet back in my lap as she snuggles up for the long drive to California. None of this was planned, and for a man who isn’t supposed to catch feelings, I sure am catching a lot of them.
I needed that, though. I needed Alexia. The sexual tension between us had grown too overwhelming, too strong to resist any longer. Had I not pulled over at the rest area, I probably would’ve pushed her head into my lap and ask that she suck me off while I drove just to relieve the pressure of cum that had built up inside of me.
Hot air blows from the vents, drying my hair from the rain as the wipers go wild on the front windshield. The storm is raging outside, slowing the highway down to a crawl. Hell, even if our stolen vehicle did get reported, nobody would see it through the thick coats of rain dominating the road.
I’ll be swapping this car out in Sacramento. I need to collect my payout from the hit I performed the other day and ask some questions about the grocery store shooting. My higher-ups should know something about that. I don’t have all the pieces, and this is too complicated for me to explore on my own. I have better things to do, like inherit fifty-million dollars.
It will all be to my name, once I take care of Alexia. Boris thinks he’s getting some of it, but I’ve already decided that he won’t. He annoys me, and I take how he talks about Alexia personally. Even if she is only a tool, that doesn’t mean she should be disrespected.
So, Boris will be left behind while I make my great escape, or I’ll have to kill him. If I take that route, however, the entire mafia will have my name in their black book until the end of time. Leaving him behind ensures that nobody will care.
The mission is a secret. His death would be very public.
I shift my eyes toward Alexia. She’s already asleep, snoozing with her lips halfway open, breathing in the comfortably warm air with little wet strands of ginger hair strewn across her forehead. She looks happy.
I wish I could be like that. I have the guilt of a thousand sins continually weighing on my back, but a strong drink at night usually helps with those. It’s the sin I’m about to commit that makes my life so full of suffering. I just know that killing Alexia is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve even done, and it will haunt me for ages.
But fifty-million can buy a lot of drugs. I mean, that, on top of getting my cock sucked until the end of time. I’ll leave this earth with cocaine in my nose and a hooker on my dick, and I’ll revel in every second of it.
Fine. I know that’s what my life will look like if I killed Alexia, but what if it went differently. What if I kept the money, but also kept Alexia. She’d be open to sharing it, right? I mean, she’s head over heel for me. She should be okay with sharing.
But then I’d have to admit that I knew about it the whole time. She’d know that I was a fraud, a mafia hitman, and I’d have to come clean about everything. She thinks the mafia thing was a poorly executed joke, but it’s the harshest truth she’ll face when the time comes. I can’t lose that money. Boris will have my head, and I’ll be screwed without enough money to cover my ass.
So, what’s done is done. I’ve gotten myself into this situation, and no amount of thinking will get me out of it. Alexia will end up dead sooner or later, if not by my hand, then by Boris’s. He won’t let me ruin this mission, and I don’t want to either.
I look at Alexia again. The rain is pouring down so hard that I can’t think anymore, but she just keeps on snoozing, as though there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could harm her. Oh, my darling Alexia, if only that were true.
I turn off the highway at the next exit, heading down the ramp to get a bag of hot fast-food. I’m hungry after all that sex. I’m looking forward to a good meal and a hot cup of coffee to get me through the long night of driving. We’re not stopping again until we’re in Sacramento.
Alexia doesn’t wake up even as I pull up to the store and yell my order into the crackling speaker in the drive-through. She doesn’t stir at all until the food is in the car, and we’re back on the highway. Once I dig my hand into the bag for a french fry, her eyes pop open.
I chuckle. “Rise and shine.”
“Are we there yet?” she asks, sitting up and pulling her feet out of my lap.
“No, darling,” I say, crunching on an oily fry. “Not even close.”
“How long was I sleeping?” she asks, eying the bag of food.
“Not long. Maybe an hour,” I reply.
“Figures,” she says, digging her hand into the bag beside me. “I wake up every hour to keep an eye out for threats.”
“Or food.”
She grins, unwrapping a burger, and shoving it into her mouth. “I thought you were–” she swallows without chewing. “I thought you were going to wake me up anyway.”
“I would’ve, but you look so cute when you’re sleeping.”
“Sounds like something a psychopath would say.”
“Indeed,” I reply, feeling the full weight of her words.
She brushes them off much quicker than I can. “Did you get sprite?”
“Two cokes,” I reply, pointing to the cup holders hanging from the center dashboard.
“Good,” she says, grabbing on and sticking the straw into her mouth.
“Good?” I ask, confused.
“I hate sprite,” she says, shaking her head. “It takes like soap.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think it tastes like soap at all.”
“Yeah, it does. You know that lemon soap?”
“Dish soap?” I ask.
She nods, enthusiastically sucking down as much coke as she can before the bubbles sting her throat too much for her to continue.
“I mean, it’s lemon-lime flavored. That’s pretty standard. It doesn’t taste like soap,” I say.
“It totally does,” she insists. “At the orphanage, they used to clean everything with that fucking soap. I swear to god, they even washed out bedsheets in it whenever they remembered to.”
I shake my head. “Shitty place to live, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says, nodding. “I mean, it was better than the streets, maybe, but not better than with you.”
Her eyes grow large as she looks at me, and I have to look away. I feel too guilty about what I have to do to her. She doesn’t deserve this. She’s had a tough life, but then again, so have I.
It’s bastards like Boris that should have to suffer, not my sweet Alexia.
Blah, I need to get this shit out of my head. I wrinkle my nose and snatch my drink from the cup holder, gulping it down, ignoring the bubbles as they pop in my throat. Any distraction from Alexia’s charm is a good one.
“How much longer do we have?” Alexia asks.
“A long time,” I reply. “Something like seven hours.”
“Jesus. I guess I should keep sleeping then.”
“For sure,” I reply. “We’re going to stop in Sacramento, ditch the car and get some more sleep, and then the next day we’ll get back on the road to San Diego. How does that sound?”
She holds up a thumb, taking another large bite of her burger.
“Perfect,” I say, smiling to myself. She’s just so damn cute.
Chapter Twenty-Three
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Zeno
“And what the fuck am I supposed to do about that? I covered my ass. I do it the same fucking way every time,” I shout, slamming my fist into the table.
“Zeno, you have to understand that mistakes happen.”
“Mistakes get me killed, Vlad. I can’t accept this,” I say, shaking my head.
“Listen, we’ll get them back, and you won’t have to worry about it. Just stay out of the way. Better yet.” Vlad stands up. “Stay out of California entirely.”
“I was heading down to San Diego,” I reply.
“Try again. How about… Mexico?” He cocks his head to the side. “Nobody is coming for you there.”
I chuckle. “Except for the cartel.”
“You have friction with them?” Vlad asks, rolling his Rs with more vigor than is necessary.
“No,” I reply. “Just a joke.”
“I was about to say. I don’t remember you ever doing a hit on a cartel member.”
“Well,” I reply. “I don’t remember ever doing a hit on a mafia boss. You should’ve told me that he was high-profile. I would’ve done things differently. Plus, I wasn’t paid enough for it.”
“We didn’t know.”
“And?”
“And you will be paid extra. Just get out of California, and we’ll discuss the details when you return.”
I sigh. “Mexico is too far. I don’t want to cross the border.”
“You will, or I’m not going to take responsibility for your safety,” Vlad says, pursing his lips. “Those are my terms.”
“Give me a car with a clean plate,” I grumble.
“Done.”
“And tell Boris to control his idiot thugs better,” I say, standing up from the table. “I’m done here.”
“Boris is out of my jurisdiction,” Vlad says calmly.
“Whatever,” I reply. “But I need the car now. I’m driving a stolen one.”
