by Gabi Moore
I tore at the buttons of his shirt, urgently pulling at the zip of his trousers and pushing him back into a tree. He was twice my size and could have done whatever he wanted to me, but he hung back, gentle, watching me with satisfaction all over his gorgeous face. He lifted his hands a little overhead as I worked frantically at his belt, and when his thick, juicy cock flopped hard out of his pants, I couldn’t help but groan again.
He smelt so fucking good.
It was the scent of adventure – of hard work and masculine sweat and forest and underneath it all something so deliciously dirty it instantly turned me up a notch. It was like I could draw in energy from the heat of his body, energy that powered me up and made me want more… and more.
His hands moved over me and made short work of my now-tattered dressing gown, letting it crumple to the ground along with his own shirt. Naked skin to naked skin, I pressed back into him again, feeling the warm heft of his cock pushing into my belly. Underneath my hands he seemed like the tree itself, his feet spread and rooted firmly into the ground, supporting a body that seemed unmovable, sturdy.
We were both naked now, the heat between our skin and the air between our searching lips almost steaming. Just the thought that we were actually doing this was enough to drive me wild. A damp, desperate spot hummed right at the center of my clit, making me arch my back and curl my hips into him again and again.
We were two animals in the wild, about to fuck. We had just fought for our lives, fled into the woods and now there was nothing in the world except our naked bodies, the darkness, and the unbearable hunger stirring in both of us.
I wrapped my fingers around his swollen cock and stroked, sending a tight ripple all through his abdomen. When I lifted then lowered my body down over him again, it was to stroke those wet, silky folds over his length. He had the most beautiful fucking cock. Thick and solid, it was a tree stump in my hands. I glided my aching body slowly over the veined surface, stroking myself into a frenzy, loving how much pleasure he could give me with so little movement. I loved that no matter how much wetness I doused him with, there was still so much it dribbled down the inside of my thigh.
His cock tucked inside that cleft between my thighs, and I leaned in for another deep kiss, but this time his tongue was more insistent, more urgent as it locked and wrapped over mine. His hands snaked up my bare back, up my neck and settled on my scalp, taking soft fistfuls of my hair.
“Turn around,” he said low under his breath, and before I could respond he had clasped my hips and swiveled me round so that I was facing the tree and he was behind me. Usually I was the dominant one, usually I would be barking orders and giving directions …but who was I anymore? What did any of that even mean now, when the rest of the world didn’t exist, and the only thing was this man with me, right now, this man and his immense cock and his calm, assertive voice and his hands, steadying themselves against my hips as I arched up to offer myself to him…?
He smoothed appreciative hands over my ass cheeks. I could hear him breathing. Even in the darkness, I could make out the tiny shapes and of the brittle bark under my clutching fingertips, like tiny tiles in a mosaic only made to look like a tree. I anchored my feet and bent forward, submitting. Nobody could stop us now. What happened here was truly our secret.
Squeezing his hands tight round my waist, he guided me backwards onto his dick and pressed into me, one deep, fluid movement that opened me all at once.
Oh fuck.
I gasped and let my head fall forward. That delectable stretch deep inside me was what I had dreamt about for months. And it was even better than I remembered. His hips paused when they came to meet my body, giving me a moment to breath into him, to adjust my throbbing breath to accommodate that deep, complete thrust that dug right to the core of me.
Shuddering, I spread my legs wider to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything he had to give. And with the next thrust he gave it to me. There was no foreplay. Hadn’t the last four months been foreplay for this very moment? No, now was the time for hard, brutal, animal fucking. Now was the time to hold onto that tree for dear life and be pounded until I couldn’t stand up properly.
My soft belly hung gently down to the ground. I was already plump with his baby, but I wanted even more of his cum. I wanted to be filled to bursting, wanted every part of me to be his, marked, laced in every last sticky drop of that thick juice that I could eke out of him. He drew back his hips and slammed his stiff cock into me, then again, then again, immediately sinking into a dark, bestial rhythm that my drenched pussy was happy to take.
With each slap he growled and reached deeper inside me. Each time his balls came banging into my poor exposed cunt, it sent a ripple of pleasure through me that reverberated over my whole body, tinkling out through my fingertips and toes. Every atom of my being was switched on to him. His slick cock was a piston thumping into me, and together we made a delicious engine, a fuck machine about to launch the both of us into the stratosphere.
He fucked me so hard and so deep he lifted my hips up with each thrust, bringing me to my tip toes at the apex. I leaned back and let my weight fall onto him, letting gravity deliver me onto that engorged pole that somehow found a way to cram into me so deep my clit was brushing against his balls.
I couldn’t speak. I didn’t need to. My pussy was singing, opening joyfully to whatever his powerful body dished out, locked in place by his hands entirely circling my waist. I was impaled on him. Our bodies collided into one another with enough passion that it felt like violence. Like a dare. Like we both had one night left in this earthly realm and we were both committed to using up every last shred of our flesh-bound bodies to fuck our hearts out.
The branches and leaves overhead shook quietly in the night air, swish swish swish as he fucked me. I crawled my hands up the tree to stand more upright, to pull him in deeper and propped up on his thrusting cock. When the sweat-slick skin of my back met the sweat-slick skin of his chest, I felt his body twitch inside me. He was close to coming. He stopped, gave a few more powerful thrusts, stopped again. His breath was jagged and irregular. He squeezed down hard on my waist, embracing me close to him.
Then he stopped completely. I felt him swell and move, no part inside me left untouched by that gorgeous fat cock, no part not stretched, opened, adored by him. Just the thought was enough to race me up to the edge of my own orgasm. We both froze, bodies bolted hard together, nothing moving except those sweet, twitching ripples inside as we felt over one another’s most secret, most vulnerable places. The wind blew and I heard his breath slow with mine as we fucked liked this for a few moments, only those most inner parts of ourselves moving, nothing existing for us at that moment except the exquisite pulse of my pussy against him as he struggled to hold off.
I wanted to make him cum.
Taking a deep breath, I rolled through my belly, stroking him inside with long, internal muscles, squeezing the head of his engorged manhood and feeling it twitch in response. When we came together, it felt like falling. Like hurtling from some great height down into a bottomless void. It came on low and slow, so gloriously painful was the release that I felt him falter behind me, felt his grip loosen as the waves of his orgasm pummeled through him.
It was more than coming together. It was the same orgasm. It was though I had a cock, and felt it jerking and pulsing inside me, and he knew exactly what that cock was doing to me because he felt it, firsthand, as though he had penetrated me so deeply he could feel my experience as his own. Even the trees swaying overhead seemed in on it.
By the time we had both calmed down and stretched back out again on the floor, our bodies and minds cooling, it was well past sundown. I was staring straight up, ignoring him completely, but my arms were at my side and one of my pinky fingers stroked the edge of his hand lovingly. I wanted him to understand. It was all I could muster for him now. I had lived my life as a stony woman, locked up in the need to survive, to fight, to hate. I wanted him to know that thawing would be hard
for me. In fact, that little pinky finger caressing him slightly was almost more erotic than everything we had just done together.
He extended his finger and stroked me in return. I sighed loudly, the air from my lungs going white as it floated up to the sky mottled with black tree tops. He leaned in closer, but not too close.
“We have to keep moving,” he said.
I nodded in the darkness.
“But I have to know, Evie. What is this big secret that could destroy the whole organization?”
I turned to face him, propped myself up on my elbows and cleared my throat.
Chapter 16 - Joseph
Loyalty, that’s the damn problem. None of these fuckers understand vision. They can’t conceive of anything bigger than themselves, they don’t understand legacy, or allegiance. My father ran this shithole into the ground so hard these fools now wouldn’t know a good idea if it came up and punched them in the face. But fuck it. I had to remind myself that if my esteemed colleagues didn’t have what it took, then I didn’t want them anyway. I needed men with balls. Men with follow through. And irritatingly, I was pretty low on those at the moment.
I was dropping capos like flies on the new territories, and morale was low. They had been pampered and coddled on the old regime, but no more. And it was getting to the point where I almost didn’t even have anyone else to send after Evie and her fuckboy John or Jack or whatever his damn name was.
“At my old job,” Janie said, “what they would do is, like, have employee of the month, you know? So the one that did the best got a little bonus and they put their picture up on the wall. Maybe you could do something like that?”
Janie was Melissa’s newest friend and whore-in-training, maybe a distant cousin, I had already forgotten. I slowly raised my eyebrow at her and gave her the dirtiest look I could muster.
“How the fuck is that gonna help me, Janie?” I hissed at her. “We’re dealing with hardened criminals here, baby, not fucking MacDonald’s employees.”
She kept her head down and focused on slicing and bagging tiny packets of fine, white powder on the smooth table before us. It wasn’t much of a harem, sure, but I was working on it. I hated to admit it, but Evie was the last quality female this wreck of an organization had seen. It was all gold diggers and junkies for now.
Janie looked hurt, and carried on weighing and bagging.
“Jeez, just saying.”
“Well, don’t just say, OK? How about shut the fuck up instead, OK?”
“Anyway, it wasn’t at McDonald’s it was at Wendy’s,” she said under her breath.
I brought my fist down hard onto the table, sending the scale rattling and a fine mist of powder bounced into the air and settled again. Both girls jumped in their skin, their whitened fingertips freezing above their work.
“Do you think I pay you bitches to give me advice on how to run my organization?”
They quietly started working again.
“In fact, there’s my problem right there – I’m too soft. I pay you too damn much and put up with too much of your shit. You think you can just sit here and mouth off and that’s just fine?”
“No, Joey,” Melissa said quietly.
“Exactly. No. In fact, what the fuck are you wearing? You know I hate those kind of shirts,” I said and gestured her chest. Janie and her exchanged glances.
“Don’t look at her. Look at me, I’m the one talking to you,” I barked. “Take it off.”
Melissa looked surprised.
“Take it off?”
“Are you deaf too, bitch?”
Her face soured. She set the bag she was working on off to the side and then considered it.
“God, Joey, you don’t need to be mean just because you’re stressed about all the muscle you guys are losing, you know…” Janie said.
The instant she stopped speaking I could tell that she knew she had fucked up. Melissa winced. I smiled at this.
“You take your shirt off, too.”
I hadn’t fucked Janie. Not yet, anyway. She was mouthy, a bit insolent, but dumb as hell and wouldn’t take much convincing. Her face went white as I passed my eyes over her thin tank top. She wasn’t as thickly built as Melissa. Her hair was shorter, with a little wave to it. But she wasn’t bad looking.
They slowly started moving, but they both seemed more than a little reluctant to strip. I stood, kicking the chair back behind me and relishing how it made them jump. Good. At least they had enough brains in their thick heads to fear me. I took a few menacing steps off to the end of the room and opened a side cabinet. I reached far into the back and pulled out an old, small cigarette tin with a ribbon tied around it. Inside was a tablespoon or so of soft, cinnamon-fine powder, the color of rust.
Janie muttered something in Spanish to Melissa. I chose to ignore this. I noisily sat back down at my chair, placed the cigarette tin on the table and moistened my index finger. I held Melissa’s gaze as I lowered it into the powder and picked up a fine film of dust which I quickly snorted. She looked genuinely frightened.
“Is that …?”
“Pink Kisses, yes.”
They again exchanged looks.
“I notice your fucking shirts are still on,” I said. In a few moments, they had removed them and set them aside. Janie’s tits were tight and hard, the little nipples erect like a pair of coffee beans. I didn’t give her the pleasure of my ogling them.
“I thought… I thought there wasn’t another batch yet,” Melissa said, and I thought how awesome it would be for some of the coke to dust her nipples.
“There isn’t a new batch,” I said and helped myself to another dab, before closing the tin and retying the ribbon. She looked confused.
“Is that …the old batch?”
I smiled at her.
“The tainted batch?”
Janie watched us talk like a dog trying to figure out how to understand its English-speaking owners.
I didn’t have to answer. She knew what it was and I knew it impressed her. At first I thought I had held onto some of the dirty batch out of morbid curiosity. Then I wondered if I was keeping it out of guilt. I hadn’t been the one to kill him, sure, but that was just a detail. But no, I had kept a small sample, and had taken it, just because I fucking could. Because I wasn’t afraid. It was enough to finish off a fragile old man, but why should I be afraid of it? As it happens, it was the right choice. Taking Pink Kisses cut with an SSRI was just about the best idea I had come up with lately.
“Joey, that shit’ll kill you,” Melissa said softly. Her small, powdered white fingers were moving swiftly over the bags again, knotting perfect measures of cocaine and twisting the tail around the bag into neat, regular little loops.
“Do I look dead to you?” I said.
I thought I heard them sniggering amongst themselves. But it was like it was happening just out of sight, just out the corner of my eye. I couldn’t tell if they were petrified or making fun of me. Maybe both. Or maybe I was a little paranoid. This stuff did have a slight edge, I couldn’t deny that.
Maybe I’d fuck both of them, at the same time. Maybe I’d spread both of them out here on the table, smearing their tan bodies right into the pile of coke and letting it fly everywhere. Maybe I’d slip my cock into one, then the other, then into the first one again, and keep going, and they’d fucking scream and beg for it, and then they’d think twice the next time they wanted to second guess every little fucking thing I said. Maybe I’d lean back in my chair and make them fuck each other. For my entertainment. They could damn well earn their pay for a change. Maybe I wouldn’t let them go till they both got one another off.
“Joey? Joey, are you OK?”
Melissa was half risen off her chair and was staring at me with panic in her face. I smiled at her.
“You look really high or something, baby. Maybe you should go and take a rest, huh?”
“Just trying to get rid of me are you?” I said and laughed.
“It’s just that, Joey, y
ou don’t look so good. Are you even supposed to mix that brown stuff with coke?” Janie said.
I shot her a poisonous look.
“If I ever needed to ask someone if I was fucking supposed to do something or not, it sure as hell wouldn’t be you, would it?” I snapped.
But she didn’t look fearful anymore. In fact, I began to wonder if she was laughing at me again. Her lips were still. Her face was expressionless, but I felt almost as though …she was laughing at me anyway. A more obnoxious kind laughter, and invisible one that I couldn’t point to, but I knew was there all the same.
But fuck them. Fuck them both. I was riding that sweet, powdery high and if that made them uncomfortable, it sounded like a whole bunch of their problem, not mine. The news reports, the rumors – they were all true. I wouldn’t say that this shit gave you psychic powers or anything. That’s stupid. But it did …how could I describe it? It did ramp things up a whole hell of a lot. It made me feel light. Like I could buzz, or turn into electricity if I concentrated hard enough. It didn’t do a damn thing in the trouser department but it’s not as though I’ve ever needed that. On this stuff, I was more than a king. I was a god. Like a giant on Mount Olympus, looking far out and down on the entire world. If two half-naked sluts didn’t understand that, well, again, it was their problem.
The girls were quietly at their work again, and I sat in silence in my chair watching them, slumped a little but feeling like I could read every thought in their dirty minds. I laced my fingers and smiled to myself. Melissa’s tits jiggled slightly every time she leaned over to add a bag to the growing pile.
“The problem is loyalty,” I said again, although I wasn’t sure if I had only thought it or said it out loud.
“The problem is that there just isn’t any loyalty anymore.”
