“Take her,” Zedock ordered, and they released her as Denzel removed his fingers from her asshole and pulled off his shirt. He shoved down his pants then yanked her down to the edge of the island. He aligned his cock with her pussy and held her gaze.
“Mine,” Denzel said so seriously, he looked possessed right before he stroked right up into her cunt.
“Denzel,” she cried out and lifted, only for Freeman and Mills to hold her down.
“Arms back. You let us all take from this body. A body that belongs to this team,” Zedock stated, and he moved to the other side behind her head. He locked gazes with Freeman then Mills. “Get ready to take her next,” he said, and then he placed his palms over hers and held them right above her head. Zedock leaned down as she panted and moaned. “You’re incredible, woman. You were made for us, do you know that?” he asked her.
She tilted her head back. “Oh God, I feel too much,” she admitted.
“We feel it, too,” he said, and pressed his mouth to hers. It was an awkward position to be in to kiss her, but they made do as Denzel thrust into her cunt over and over again. Zedock moved his mouth from hers and then began to feast on her neck, then over her chest to her breast. She gripped onto his head and neck and moaned and panted as Denzel thrust.
“So fucking hot and wet. You got me there, woman. You ready for Mills and Freeman next? You want us all again and again?” Denzel asked.
“Yes. Oh God, yes,” she said, and then cried out her release.
Denzel followed. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t last with her. She feels too fucking good,” he complained, and then grunted as he came. He eased out of her and kissed along her thighs, which had her giggling and trying to move.
“Remain still. Mills is next,” Zedock ordered.
“Yes I am,” Mills stated. Already having removed his shirt and pants, he took position between her legs and aligned his cock with her cunt. Zedock caressed her hair and ran a palm up and down her chest over her breast. She widened her thighs as ordered, and then held onto Zedock’s forearm, his hand holding her hair and head in a possessive manner as Mills thrust into her cunt. “Heaven. This has to be fucking heaven. Fuck,” Mills said, eyes closed, cock deep in her cunt as he caressed her thighs wider and lifted them higher.
She moaned and the sight of the commander restraining her by her hair and head, or at least appearing that way, had Freeman undoing his pants and gripping his cock. “Just wait, baby. I’m going to fuck you so deep, so hard, you’ll be begging for mercy.”
“Ohhh!” She cried out her release and Mills grunted and came.
“What the fuck, Freeman?” he complained as he eased out of her pussy and Freeman chuckled as he moved to where Mills was and gave his shoulder a slap.
“She’s ours, man. We can make love to her whenever we want.”
“God damn, this is insane,” Mills said, and Freeman gave Zedock a nod. Zedock released her, and Freeman slowly lifted her up into his arms and she hugged him tight.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. Your body is perfection, and I want more.” Freeman kissed her neck and then placed her feet on the floor, then turned her around and gave her ass a slap.
“Freeman!” she exclaimed.
“Palms on the counter, woman,” Freeman ordered as he used his thigh to spread hers while she complied. She stepped her feet apart, and he aligned his cock with her pussy, then slid his palm up her back to her shoulder and slowly sunk into her.
“Oh God. Oh. My. God!” she exclaimed.
“Oh my God is right. Perfection,” he whispered against her ear and began to make love to her. To thrust his hips, to forge his cock as deeply as he could get into her cunt while she rocked back against him. He ran a palm to her ass and then slid both hands to her ass cheeks, spreading them as he pumped into her.
“Look at that ass. I’m going to fuck that ass, baby,” Zedock said to her.
“I’m not ready for that. Oh God, I can’t do that,” she said.
Zedock ran a palm along her ass and up her back as he bent close to her face. “You’ll be ready, and you’ll accept it when the time is right. I want it though. Want to own, possess, and fuck every hole on this sexy body, and my men do, too. You’ll let us. One day very soon, you’ll let us.”
“Oh!” She cried out and came.
Zedock’s words hit Freeman hard as well as he grunted. He thrust again and again then came in her pussy. “Holy fuck!”
As he eased out of her cunt, Zedock removed his shirt and stepped from his pants. He slid a palm up and down her back. “You stay like that,” he said to her, and she panted and moaned. The sight of her naked body pressed over the island got his dick hard all over again.
Zedock stepped between her legs as he eased his palms up and down her back. “Look at her, men. Look at what belongs to us,” he said so possessively and she panted, her cheek against the granite, her ass sticking out. Zedock stroked her cunt with his fingers.
“Oh.” She moaned. He then slid the digit up over her puckered hole and began to push it in.
“Such a tight, sexy virgin ass. We’re going to own this ass, like we own this wet, hot cunt,” he said slowly, and slid his other hand under her to the front of her pussy. He fingered both holes, and suckled against her neck and rocked his hips. “You feel that, baby? It’s going to be ten times better. Ten times more sensitive when we fuck you at the same time. You want that someday, right?” he asked.
“Yes, oh God yes, Zedock.”
“Good!” he exclaimed, and pulled his fingers from her cunt. He continued to stroke fingers into her asshole. His thick, hard digit disappearing then pulling back out.
“She looks hot,” Mills said.
Denzel caressed her hair. “She wants it and she’ll comply soon enough.”
She moved her hips and pushed back against his finger. When she lifted up and slipped her own fingers into her cunt, it shocked them.
“Oh fuck,” Denzel said.
“Coming in, woman. You got us there,” Zedock said, and moved her hand as he slid his finger from her asshole and aligned his cock with her pussy, and thrust right into her. She grabbed onto the edge of the island and pushed her ass and cunt back against Zedock.
Zedock grunted. “Oh baby, you are in trouble now,” Zedock said, and then Zedock began to thrust and stroke into her so hard, so fast that their bodies slapped against one another, and Genesis was coming like a faucet.
“So fucking wet. You’re ours, woman. You’re fucking mine!” Zedock exclaimed, and he was relentless in his strokes, thrusting, pumping his hips until she cried out in a hoarse voice, coming, and he followed, shooting his load into her cunt before pressing over her body, covering it completely as he panted to catch his breath.
Chapter 4
“What do you got for me?” Stone asked The Greek.
“A lot of mixed up information, buddy, and I don’t like the feeling I have.”
“Shit, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. Maybe it’s not worth it to move forward on this. We don’t have confirmation on exactly who took out Gable and the team, or those other agents. Or why Gable and them were even there to begin with.”
“I know, Stone. It seems this is a lot bigger than we were told or that even our command knew. What I got so far was that there is some chatter that one of our own is negotiating with terrorists. That it’s been going on for a while, and an inner investigation has been underway for quite some time. I mean like five years.”
“Jesus, and they got nothing to make a move and remove this traitor?”
“I wouldn’t say that. Seems to be a bit political, and the number of people involved is double digits, so as you could imagine the plan to take them out is complicated. I also think that Gable and the team were not supposed to be there. That they were maybe sent in to be eliminated.”
“What the fuck? Who would do that? This person who is American?”
“It’s complicated, Stone. As is, I’m not feeling comfortable about sending any of
our teams back over there, but I might not have a choice. There’s been some chatter about a location on an old name on the watch list. We’ve been wanting this guy for over twenty years. Hell, I would love this catch, or kill him myself.”
“Who the fuck is it?” Stone asked, his gut clenching.
“Fulzar.”
“Holy shit.”
“Exactly, Stone. So you get why it’s important I have concrete information on what exactly the target is and how to eliminate it without getting into some shit show situation. The fucking politicians couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Americans, and especially about our soldiers.”
“If they know so much about this traitor, and about Fulzar maybe reentering the scene, then why not just send teams in to take them out?” Stone asked.
“Not too long ago there was a similar situation. A spy, for lack of a better word to describe them, was inside deep. Made a lot of contacts none of our teams or agents would have ever been able to make. She was good.”
“She?” Stone asked.
“Yes, that’s what I was told. Anyway, she got information that helped to destroy major players in the terrorist cell network. Even got some men like Kasmul and Volcher to cooperate and flip on major cells.”
“What happened to her?”
“Story amongst command was that she screwed up. Story amongst soldiers in the field, other agents I personally know, was that she risked her life, became a prisoner of Kasmul for the better part of six months, and in doing so saved multiple troops of soldiers, some undercover informants whose covers were blown, and prevented a triple simultaneous terrorist attack on U.S. soil. Something the higher-ups obviously didn’t want to leak.”
“Because they’re connected to those politicians you mentioned,” Stone said.
“Exactly.
“So did she live?”
“I don’t know. Never got the full story. It’s like she disappeared. Somehow escaped from Kasmul’s estate and just vanished.”
“That’s pretty impressive shit, but are you sure she didn’t screw up?”
“Not from my sources she didn’t. In fact, I heard a rumor that Gable knew her well, and she saved his ass and his team’s from being ambushed and killed.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Yeah, well, she got out and she lived. With all the information I’ve been able to gather, I’d say it’s inevitable that Zedock and the team will eventually be going in. I just don’t want it turning into a bloodbath. Just when it seems we know who the good guys are, we get sideswiped by people who should have been loyal and trustworthy. My only option is to formulate a plan based on the intel and confirmed info I have, and then have your teams initiate the plan.”
“They’ll be ready. I know you wouldn’t put them in harm’s way intentionally. Deciding whether it is worth it or not will come from a higher power,” Stone said to him.
“Indeed it will. In the interim, I want to pull one of your other teams onto a bit of recon work. I want you to head it, Stone.”
“You’re talking about my team? Axel, Divo, and Parker?”
“Yes. I’ll send you the details. Don’t take it lightly, and don’t trust anyone. I will give you your contact. They’re one of mine.”
“Got it. We’ll talk soon,” Stone said, and ended the call.
As he leaned back in the chair, he ran his fingers through his hair. This shit was getting worse and worse. Good men were lost and no one seemed to give a rat’s ass. He got the alert on his phone and his computer. He sat forward in his seat and opened the secure e-mail from The Greek. He stared at the screen and knew this wasn’t going to be as easy as it appeared. Seemed like there was some digging to do, and a bit of recon, right in the state capital of Texas.
* * * *
Genesis wasn’t surprised that Faith had called her several times with concern. As she scanned the missed texts, she received one from Culter, but then minutes later, another one saying that he knew she was with Zedock and his team. Her jaw dropped, her face went flush, and she immediately feared that someone saw her and Zedock in the woods. She covered her belly with her hand.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Denzel asked, coming closer.
“Culter texted. He was worried when I didn’t come to class, and that I didn’t answer my cell phone, then a little while later he said it was okay. He knew that I was with Zedock. How would he know that? Someone maybe saw us in the woods? Oh God, what am I going to do? People will talk. They’ll think I’m an exhibitionist ready to fuck guys in public. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” she exclaimed, and dropped the cell phone and began to pace.
Denzel grabbed her hand and Mills chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” she asked Denzel, and gave his chest a slap.
He pulled her into his arms and licked his lower lip. “No one saw the two of you together. Zedock is good, and he would have known if anyone was even remotely close by. Plus, it was still a bit dark out.”
“Then how would Culter have found out?” she asked.
Mills caressed her ass and gave it a squeeze as he pressed up against her back. He kissed her neck. “Louis and then probably heard your voice before they left for the dojo.”
“Heard my voice?”
“Well, you orgasmed petty damn hard,” Denzel said, and she gasped and tried pushing away, but both men were holding her between them and chuckling.
“Let me go. My reputation is ruined because I got all caught up and aroused by your commander’s seasoned seduction, tactics,” she said, and they laughed harder.
“Seasoned seductive, tactics, huh? Zedock is going to get a kick out of that.”
She growled at Denzel and he cupped her breast. “Baby, we’re teasing you. The only reason why Culter knows is because as you and Zedock were coming across the field to the ranch, Louis, Voight, Worin, and Hunt were leaving for the dojo. They were already down the driveway but saw you with Zedock.” She exhaled with her lips sealed tight.
“Now, about what exactly we were doing with you? Well, they’ll figure that out damn fast,” Mills said, and began to suckle against her neck as Denzel kissed her. Very quickly, she forgot about being angry with them, and embarrassed about potentially getting caught having sex in the woods. Instead, she kissed them right back. When Denzel released her lips, she lay her cheek against his chest and hugged him as she reached back with her hand and held onto Mills.
“Have you guys and the team ever been in a ménage relationship before, or even shared the same woman?” she asked, and she didn’t know why. It wouldn’t matter now. She was hooked on them already. It was crazy.
“No, we’ve never engaged in a ménage or shared the same woman,” Denzel said, and she looked up at him. He cupped her cheeks. “You’re the first.” He pressed his lips to hers.
“The only, and the last, we hope,” Mills added, and her gut clenched. They were active duty soldiers, maybe even special operations or something. It wouldn’t be smart to get all possessive of them. She thought about Gable and then tears filled her eyes. She stepped from their holds and both men squinted down at her.
“This is new, and none of us have engaged in anything so intense, so it’s probably smart to take things slow, ya know? Especially considering that you’re all active duty,” she said to them.
“What does that have to do with anything? I mean, even if we had to leave tomorrow, you wouldn’t wait for us?” Mills asked.
She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I don’t think we should talk about that. Not this soon, anyway. This morning was incredible.” She looked down.
“Whoa, you are not starting to put those walls up and minimize what we all shared are you, Genesis?” Denzel asked her.
She looked at both men. So good looking, big, muscular, capable, and older. They weren’t playing games and she shouldn’t pretend that it was meaningless when their lovemaking had been life-changing. She turned away, finding it easier to talk to them like this. “I’ve known a few soldiers over the years,” she
said.
“Lovers, you mean?” Mills asked, and his tone was definitely snappy. She wasn’t trying to ruin this. She was just trying to keep things real.
“Friends, one or two closer than others, but one I liked a lot. We enjoyed one another’s company in between the chaos of our work schedules. He warned me from the start, I mean, I knew he was active duty, and that he couldn’t make the commitment, ya know?” she asked, and looked at them. They looked pissed off. She exhaled. “I’m not trying to make you jealous. I’m keeping this real.”
“You’re trying to minimize what we all feel because this guy didn’t commit to you, and he what? Moved on to someone else because he was active duty, or you ended things with him because he wouldn’t commit and you think we’d be like that, too? All four of us?” Mills asked, and Denzel remained quiet and straight-faced.
“He didn’t end it and neither did I,” she said as tears filled her eyes.
Denzel’s’ eyes widened. “You’re still fucking him? That’s what you’re saying.”
“What? You’re still involved with him?” Mills asked.
“No,” she said.
“Don’t fucking lie, Genesis. We’re a lot older and this isn’t a game. We care about you. Making love to you affected all of us and we want more. We want that commitment so where is this fucking soldier you were sleeping with, or still are sleeping with? You need to end things with him now,” Mills said to her.
“I don’t need to end things, Mills. You aren’t letting me explain.”
“I don’t want to fucking hear it. You need to end it.”
“I don’t have to do anything. He isn’t around anymore.”
“Genesis?” Denzel raised his voice.
“He’s dead. I don’t need to end it because it was over a while ago, and although we kept in touch, were close, and we were lovers when it was convenient for us, exactly what he said might happen, happened, and he died on a mission, okay? He’s dead.”
“Damn.” Denzel closed the space between them and hugged her to him. She squeezed him tight. Mills came over and caressed her back.
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