by Tiana Laveen
She draped her arms, her body filling with unbearable pleasure. Her flesh stung as she rocked against the hard surface of the wall.
“I’m a pussy, huh?” He positioned her legs around his waist, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and jammed himself impossibly harder inside her, making her scream and shake against his hard, muscular form.
“I … said just that … I meant it, too!” She moaned, barely able to get the lie out as he drove his long, thick dick in and out of her pussy.
“You know just what buttons to push … to get what … you want. Don’t you, girl?” His breathing quickened, harsh and hot, as he gripped her ass tight, forcing her to feel every inch of his hard thrusts.
“I’m a stingy bitch, Phoenix! I don’t share … once you’re mine, you’re mine, and I play for keeps!” She bit hard into his neck.
He stiffened, then thrust so hard within her, he left her breathless.
“Mmm! You’re fuckin’ out of your mind if you thought I was going to leave you!” Confused by his words, but cumming at the same time, all she could do was grip his shoulders, shake against his body, and try to catch her breath. She tried to speak, but her mouth wouldn’t work; her pussy had been petted and now it purred, speaking for both of them.
“I needed to get you over to Canada then figure it all out … I couldn’t tell you what I was really thinking, didn’t want you to have any false hopes. I needed time!” She gasped as he stared into her eyes and the world grew blurry and soft. All she could see was his shoulders rising up and down as he fucked her out of her mind and stretched her pussy far and wide.
And love danced in his eyes.
She fell limp against him when her second orgasm came and granted her electric euphoria. Her swollen pussy quaked and squeezed his cock, raining her appreciation down on him. Her trembling legs grew sticky with honey from her sugar-walled goddess within. Hooking his hands beneath her ass, he brought her flush with his groin and rammed into her hard and fast, so much the pictures on the wall shook and threatened to fall and crash just like the first. She wrapped her arms tight around his broad torso.
“You don’t like to share? Who tha fuck said I was up for grabs?!” he roared, then stiffened, his moans low, his growls husky as his muscles locked against her. The warmth of his semen filled her hungry void. Pressing her forehead against his shoulder, she welcomed him as he milked himself until there was nothing left. Panting hard, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down. She reached up, tears in her eyes, and stroked his face.
“I don’t know what was worse. Knowing I’d have to get over you, or telling myself you didn’t really love me at all. You fooled me. I believed you when you told me you thought this was for my own good, that you were really going to just move on. My heart broke so badly, I knew at that moment, I loved you even more than I thought. I hate feelin’ like this! And I don’t like you for makin’ me feel like this, Phoenix.”
He stroked the side of her neck as he looked into her eyes.
“I said it because I needed you to remain safe, baby. I didn’t need anyone, including you, really knowing what I was trying to do but you were hurting so bad, I knew I had to just … just tell you and not leave you with that last impression.”
“But why?”
“If someone were to ask you anything, I need you to be convinced that you didn’t think anyone was coming for you, especially not me. Just like you and Gable did with him not telling you his exact whereabouts. That made you more convincing, because in your mind, you weren’t telling a lie.” She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry for that. But I’m not sorry for doing everything I need to do to make sure you’re okay.” He placed a kiss on her cheek. “From this moment forward, you’ll just have to trust me, all right?”
She lowered her gaze. “Okay.”
“Because it’s just you and me right now.” Hooking a finger under her chin, he coaxed her face up and kissed her, then straddled her body, giving her chills all over. “You’ll never have to convince me or chase me. Every time I look at you, I don’t see John’s face; I just hear something he said to me a few years ago.”
“What was that?”
“He told me he didn’t become a DEA agent to tear up peoples’ lives, or even just to stop drugs from coming into the country and being sold nationwide. He said he became a DEA agent because he believed that many of the people we took down needed to be forced to see what they were doing; they needed to be stopped so their lives could be saved. So many people see the agents as the end, when really, if you look at it the correct way, we’re the beginning. John told me, ‘Everyone has some good in them… even if they don’t see it on their own.’ Sometimes, it’s up to us to make them start the process of believing that for themselves.’”
She pressed her eyes closed, forcing away the tears that threatened. In mere seconds, he’d completely disrobed and kissed all over her body, his hands exploring her flesh like a famished man needing nourishment. Locking his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and slid inside her, moving slow and deep, over and over again…
“I want you, Tiffany, and I gotta have you … and there’s nothing anyone could do to make me stop loving you…”
Phoenix grimaced and sucked his teeth as he read the latest report. Gable had pulled a ploy to cop a plea deal. He didn’t share the terrible tidbit with Tiffany, for it would do nothing but infuriate her to the point that she might take action. The woman was more than feisty, and some things he simply wouldn’t put past her. Placing the stylus down, he looked absently at his computer and the CNN news report rolling across the screen of the large, plasma television. His office in the White House was rather sterile, lacking personality. It was how he preferred it for he didn’t spend every waking hour there, just enough time to tend to his duties.
The workaholic in him was being fed in other ways—in the long, sensual, nasty nights between soft, mahogany thighs. When he wasn’t making love to Tiffany, he was thinking about it, and when he was making love to her, he was thinking of the next time around in advance. But what else could he do? She needed more than good conversation and sex to make their relationship flourish. He kept prisoners confined, not the woman he loved, so something had to give. No matter how he tried to keep her entertained, the lady was undoubtedly going stir-crazy. He couldn’t say he could much blame her. It was time to let her get a bit of air. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number.
“Hello Eric, this is Phoenix Hale.”
“Mr. Hale! So nice to hear from you.”
“Likewise. Look, I need a favor. I want to rent one of your boats, but I don’t want a captain this time around. And I want it fully stocked with drinks, a gourmet dinner spread, and a full tank of gas. I know it’s late notice, but I’ll pay extra for the inconvenience.”
“Well I’m sure that can be arranged, Mr. Hale. How long do you need it for?”
“The entire weekend. I’m planning a one-of-a-kind adventure…”
Tiffany boarded the yacht called the “Seas the Day” dressed in the white pantsuit her love had purchased for her. She felt like a kid as she raced around the gorgeous vessel, looking in the cubby holes, peeking overboard at the vast ocean, then glancing at the man she adored as he gripped the steering wheel and moved the two throttles.
“Captain Hale,” she teased. “I didn’t know you could drive a boat.” She slid her shoes off, relaxed on the deck bench, and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean.
“Why would you know that? It’s not like we were discussing something that would cause it to be brought up. I don’t see the point in bragging about knowing how to drive a boat. I’d much rather drive you.”
She snickered at his salacious words.
“Well, hell, these are credentials I should know about. Can’t we just go off into the sunset and never look back?” she half joked, drawing a chuckle from him.
“If only it were that easy. Anyway, baby, help yourself to the wine and refreshments. There’s some dinner down in the kitc
hen area, too. I’ll be able to put her to bed in a bit.”
She nodded and leaned back on the bench, much preferring to just stay put and watch this mothafucka work. Clasping her arms behind her head, she smiled in a wicked way as she admired her prized possession. There he stood with his long, navy blue swimming trunks and white fitted shirt, his arm muscles showcased for her viewing pleasure and looking good enough to eat. His shorts hugged his ass just right. She smiled, happy she could enjoy such a view on a beautiful day as this. Her grin slowly faded though when thoughts of real life came and stole the glory, and her mind got in the way.
How long will I feel this good? When is my time up? This is some fairy tale shit, but I’m here for it … all good times come to an end, right? That’s just how life is…
She turned around and rested on her stomach, placing her chin on her clasped hands. Wind blew in her hair and the ocean tossed aromatic sea breeze about as the boat leisurely bobbed up and down against the waves. Crossing her ankles, she drifted into her safe place, becoming a queen in her mind once again…
I am a queen, and I have left my mountain. I am now sailing the seven seas. I have my gold staff, but I am no longer safe. I’ve gotten lost and the water has become choppy. I’ve found a king who says he wishes to court me. He came out of the ocean, slayed many beasts to allow me to clear the way. But when the night fell, I saw he was a monster, too. My poor king is actually a dragon from the lagoon. Whatever shall I do?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There was something magical about swaying on the ocean under the moonlight. Phoenix and Tiffany lay in bed in the yacht’s romantic sleep chamber, their bed dressed in white and black silk sheets, sprinkled with red rose petals just as he’d requested. They enjoyed a wet bar in the cabin, so they were able to select various drinks and taste test an assortment of Belgian candies. It felt good to be free from the world, not answering calls, and to disconnect from stress for a while.
“Is that all she said?” he asked with a smile.
“Yeah.” Tiffany shrugged her shoulders as she wiggled her toes. She lay on her side, facing him. “My mother didn’t believe at first that her baby sold cocaine, and was in the industry. It took her a long time to accept what was going on. She was kind of naïve about stuff like that. My mother probably thought for the longest that because I’m not married, I’m still a virgin.” Tiffany rolled her eyes and chuckled at her own joke.
“Industry? That’s what you call it?” He smirked, running his hand slowly up and down her arm.
“Yeah, that’s what it is.” She shrugged. “It’s an organization; at least, mine was.” She scooted closer to him until she undoubtedly had what she wanted, him beneath her, used as her personal pillow.
“I’d have to agree with you there.” He reached around her to grab his wine glass, take a sip, then set it back down. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Yes! That lobster was so good. I wonder what seasoning they used? I’m glad I gave it another try.”
“You said you hadn’t had it in years, right?” He sighed and pulled her closer on top of him, needing her warmth and the feel of her against his body.
“Yeah, the first couple of times I tried it, it wasn’t really to my liking but the way it was prepared tonight, well, that was really delicious.” Before she could even finish her thought, he leaned over and kissed her neck, then sucked the flesh there, and blew on it, causing her to laugh and coo. Caressing her breasts, he claimed her lips, then drifted farther down to kiss her collar bone. Catching his lower lip between hers, she left him hot all over.
Sliding off the bed, she moved away from him and gave him a show when she removed her clothing, slowly and seductively. With her back turned, she discarded piece after piece on the floor until she stood before him completely naked.
“So fucking beautiful…” he murmured. “I like your tattoo.”
She tossed him a wicked glance from over her shoulder.
“Thank you. I got it because when I was little girl, one of my favorite songs was ‘Black Butterfly’ by Denice Williams. It still is. Shame I didn’t really understand the lyrics and how they apply to me until now…”
“Never heard of it. I want to listen to that song now, so remind me when we get back home.” He groaned with lust as she nodded and made her way over to him.
Tiffany crawled in reverse onto the bed and straddled him, her ass close to his face. Wiggling and doing a bit of a dance, she slowly slid her finger inside of her pussy, continuing the show. His dick swelled in a matter of seconds. Popping her finger in and out of herself, she gyrated to her movements, masturbating for his viewing pleasure. Not wasting another moment, he shimmied out of his threads, but kept his eyes firmly on the erotic display.
He knelt behind her and pushed three fingers in her pussy, in and out. She squirmed, the wetness of her garden coating his digits in anticipation. Gripping her ass, he got beneath her and slicked his tongue up and down her juicy slit. Her purrs encouraged him as he brought her closer, forcing her to ride his face.
“Aaaaah!”
Soon she was cumming against his lips, her nectar flowing like rain, and his dick got so hard, it hurt. Lapping the last of her juices, he got up on his knees behind her, resting on his palms. Throwing him a lustful gaze over her shoulder, the vixen made a sudden move and pushed him flat on his back.
He landed hard against the sheets. Wrapping her hands around his hard cock she slurped his shaft hard and fast. With one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping the pillow, he fell to pieces beneath her control. Pumping his hips into her soft, wet mouth, he wasn’t certain how long he’d last if she kept this up.
“Shit, baby … you make me feel so fucking good,” he slurred. “I want to feel you…” Gliding his cock out of her mouth, he turned her around, positioning her for doggy style. Placing one leg on the floor and the other kneeling on the bed, he pushed himself halfway inside her, held on tight, and dove deeper with each thrust. He pumped his hips, his leg muscles working overtime to push him into the softness of her ass over and over until he was balls deep. She scratched and clawed at the sheets, first whispering then yelling his name. Sliding his hands around her, bringing her body flush to his chest, he raised her off the bed and climbed up with her to the upper deck. Every step he took, he thrust within her, and she held on to the handrails, shuddering. This continued until they were out in the open night air. At the front of the boat, nothing but the moonlit water surrounded them, as far as the eye could see.
“Place your feet on the front.” She did as he asked, resting her heels against the front bar of the yacht.
She rested her head back against his chest, gripping his upper thighs, as if preparing herself for something monumental. Holding her around her waist to ensure she stayed put, he lunged deeper and higher inside her until there was nowhere else for him to go. Nasty things rolled out of their mouths in between curses and moans, while he fucked her right, with everything he had.
“You like that, don’t you?!” he hissed. “Your pussy is so fucking good, Tiffany … so tight and wet … I’m going to destroy it, baby…”
“Yes, beat that pussy up, baby. I love how you make it hurt! Give me that big fuckin’ dick!”
He reared back and stabbed into her, forcing her to howl and shake against him.
“You’ll wish you hadn’t asked for that … Such a dirty fuckin’ woman!” He sucked on her neck, giving her a love bite…
“Mmmm, you fuck me so good, Daddy! Wash me clean with your cum.”
“Yes, baby. I’m going to clean you from top to bottom … It’s going to be a torrential storm…”
Wrapping his hand around her throat, he submitted her to his ravenous, fast, harsh plunges. Her yells pierced his ears, her body contorted in strangely beautiful ways as his balls slapped repeatedly against her fat pussy lips. The waves beat against the boat, and sprays of water danced around the vessel.
Blackness surrounded them, broken up only by the mu
ted streams of white light from the moon and the lonely yellow glimmer from the partially opened cabin door. They fell under the spell of each other’s bodies, bathed in the love that grew solid between them and the star-studded night he’d never forget. With a groan, he came inside her, jerking and pausing until he had nothing more to relinquish. Panting and satisfied, he lowered her down onto the floor of the deck. She turned towards him and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, then crushed her lips in a kiss.
“Tell me it will always be like this…” the woman whispered. “I’m asking you to lie to me, so I can escape for just a little while longer.”
Lifting her chin, he looked down at her and shook his head.
“Trust me to do what I need to do. It won’t come easy, but my mission is to ensure that it will always be like this.”
“So, it’s not a mission impossible?”
He smiled. “Nothing is impossible, baby. Not when you want it badly enough…”
Two days prior, Tiffany had stuffed her little duffle bag with the bare necessities, packed and set to go off to Canada. Then, just like that, everything was stopped dead in its tracks. Phoenix had gotten some insider information and decided to delay her departure. The Canadian and Mexican authorities had been notified and her likeness plastered on internal government sites as it would be on some milk carton. Reassuring her that a bit more time would do the trick, he provided her with a computer, something to help pass the time while he worked and to keep her connected to the world.
Not much of a television person, she was eager to get her hooks into reading social media, even if all she could do was observe from a distance. She logged onto the website and was happy to see that her personal page, though rarely used in the past, had been deactivated. Phoenix had taken care of that in some way. That man intrigued her so, with his vast connections and networks and secret ways. Signing in under a fake account, she searched around, scrolling through posts by her friends and family members, wishing to catch up.
