by Madi Le
"I know."
They walked for a few long minutes. After beating one person until his face caved in, and abducting another, it didn't take long before people started to recognize them. Grant almost felt like a local celebrity. The fact that criminals could feel like celebrities chafed.
"Time to go," he said softly.
Somewhere nearby, a whistle sounded. Someone was coming after them. Grant jumped onto a boat. Whoever owned it had left their keys inside, apparently trusting that the club was so thoroughly genteel that nobody would bother stealing. Well, they had something to learn. The engine roared to life while Misty worked knots on the stern. She let out a yell, and he started off.
Misty kept working behind him. There weren't many more moving parts in the operation, Grant thought. Now he just had to hope that they weren't going to get burned, literally or figuratively.
By the time they made it out to sea properly, Grant was watching a retinue of craft following behind. There was no place to run. That had always been the case, the fatal flaw in his plan from the beginning. He let out a breath.
"Ready?"
He met Misty's eyes. She looked more ready than he had ever felt.
"I love you," she said.
Grant stood and reached out. She reached back to him. Their fingers intertwined. "I love you too," he said. "Now let's get ourselves killed."
Down the coast a few months later, a woman with a deep tan walked along the shore. Grant–no, he was James, now, he reminded himself again–watched her coming. The way that her hips swayed, he almost would have believed that she wanted him. Then again, he thought, smiling, she had always swayed her hips like that, ever since she was in high school, and he'd always watched it with the same interest.
"I love you," he called.
She turned, shaded her eyes to look towards him. She smiled.
"I love you too," she said. She lifted a bag that hung by her side. "And I know I said I wouldn't, but I splurged a little." She pulled out a bottle of something amber. "Just to celebrate."
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Break me. Make me yours.
Handsome, broken, and a mistake from the beginning.
He held all the answers.
I didn't even know all the questions.
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He got under the blanket with her. His smell overwhelmed her. She wanted to turn away from the wall, to turn towards him and wrap her arms around him. She wanted it so badly, that after a few moments, she did. Her arms looped under his, around his chest and tightened. She felt his breathing push his ribs out. She felt his exhale. She felt his hair against her face. Every movement made her chest ache, her stomach flip more and more.
Lance turned to face Terra, and he cupped her face in his hands. There was nothing in her that resisted. His lips fell on hers, and it felt right. She pressed her lips against his, and it felt right.
She didn't want his lips to leave hers, ever. Lance no longer felt like a stranger, he felt like an old lover, like a comfort, like a long lost friend. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer to him. Her leg wrapped over his hip, pulling him closer to her.
His breath was hot in her mouth. Her tongue was hot in his. She bit his bottom lip. Lance groaned, groping her butt. He kneaded the cheeks, and then slid his hand up her dress. He grabbed her breasts, brushing the rough skin on his hands against her nipples. She gasped into his mouth.
Terra pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling his hardness growing. She rubbed it from over the fabric, coaxing it to grow more and more. He swore, telling her how good it felt.
She undid his pants and slid her hand into his boxers. The tip of his cock was already wet with precum. Lance slid his hand down her panties. She was already wet, too.
At Terra slowly moved her hand up and down his meat, Lance pressed a finger against her entrance. She widened her legs. His finger popped in, and she hissed. It hurt, first, but then he put in a second finger and it felt good.
It felt so good.
She came quickly, grunting and shivering against him. He pulled her panties down, throwing them onto his floor, and pulled her on top of him. He lifted her dress over her head. It also fell to the floor.
Her breasts, in Lance's opinion, were perfect. They filled his hands just right. He wanted to feel them, always in his hands. He wanted no other hands to ever feel them. He felt suddenly jealous, possessive.
He pulled her down and sucked on her breasts, hard and with teeth. She sucked in air and pressed her pussy against him. His cock was hot as it hit her clitoris. She rubbed back and forth as Lance pinched and bit her nipples, until finally she lifted herself up and sat down on his manhood.
He entered her slowly. They both breathed hard, and sighed as the full length of his cock was swallowed within her. “Ride me,” he said. She obliged.
Terra's hips moved slowly at first. She enjoyed the movement, the moment, looking into his beautiful eyes as she fucked him. And then she moved faster, unable to control herself. She was driving them both to climax.
Lance grabbed her hips, helping her to move faster still, until they both screamed and orgasmed at once. His seed spilled inside of her, filling her.
Their arms and legs tangled together as they shifted again, laying next to each other. There was no awkwardness. There was only peace, until there was only sleep.
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That cult won't keep her from me.
Her father asked me to save her.
So I will.
No matter what it takes.
Even if I have to die to do it.
Even if I fall in love with her along the way.
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She didn't want to want his touch. She didn't want to need his kiss.
Her wants and needs seemed to defy all reason.
He caught her chin with his hand and kissed her again, more softly. The gentleness took her breath away more than his ferocity had. She gave in, abandoned her sense of duty, just for a moment. His kiss burned, his soft lips searing her soul.
His hips pressed up against her. She felt him as he hardened, her hands grabbing his shirt in fistfuls and pulling him closer to her.
Her sudden change startled him, made him back away from her.
"Shit," he said, shaking his head. "We need to not do this."
"I need you to do this, Dean," she said, her voice low.
"I'm takin' advantage of you," he said, his accent returning.
"Like hell, you are. Come here before I take advantage of you!" She laughed, but he only backed away again. Fury course through her veins, along with embarrassment at being shunned. She slapped him again, to teach him a lesson, but it made his desire return.
She was slammed against the bookcase even harder, with a gasp and a laugh. His teeth sunk into her neck, biting into her skin. He hit just the right muscle to make her nipples tingle, going hard.
Deft hands made quick work of her skirt, bunching it up around her hips. Her hands undid his jeans, pushing them down and letting his manhood spring free.
She couldn't see it, but her hand felt it. He was large, the texture soft. It pressed up against her slit, rubbing back and forth as they kissed again.
His fingers touched her mound, pushing her panties out of the way and opening her slit to prepare her for him. She was dripping wet between her legs.
She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his hips, shifting her position just enough to press his head against her hole. He entered her, slowly. Both held their breath until the head of his cock pressed against her cervix.
She hauled in a sharp breath and tensed. Yeah, he was big. It hurt, but not for long.
His mouth devoured hers as he took her, their tongues playing and exploring the soft texture of their mouths. Her orgasm came slowly at first, like waves of drugged bliss. He spilled insi
de of her, and kissed her again.
"Please, leave with me. Tonight."
Cady shook her head. "I can't. I have to save them."
He gave her a frustrated look, his eyebrows stitching together. As he left her, he sighed.
"You have one day. Tomorrow night, we leave, whether your friends are safe or not.”
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A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor.
Her past was mysterious.
Her body was bangin'.
She came straight from Hell and f*cked my life right up.
I didn't want any of her trouble... but I did want a taste of her sweets.
If I died after having a night with her, well, I could die a happy man.
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“Come with me,” he said, pulling on my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I playfully pulled away from him, but his grip on my hand was firm.
A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor. “Hey!” I yelled, laughing. He chuckled as he laid me down on the bed, his mouth still hot on mine. Using his hand, he stroked up and down my thigh, moving slightly more inwards each time. He was so close to my cunt, then, and I was ready. I knew that I was soaking wet.
His hands reached up under my dress and pulled down on my stockings. They slid over my dark legs, down my calves and then off at my feet. Fingers played along the lining of my panties. I whimpered as he slowly lifted them, sliding his hand beneath them so that he could feel my skin.
“You're so wet,” he said, and I nodded emphatically. His voice was filled with lust and power. I was more turned on then than I had ever been before, my whole body hot and almost buzzing with an intense desire. A desire for that man, Scott, the human who stole my heart.
When he finally touched my sensitive nub, I shot up and cried out in joy. My legs opened wider, quaking with pleasure. He slid my panties down next, so that he could have a clear view of my slit, easy access to my hole.
His fingers were slick with my juices. Slipping one of them into my sopping hole, he used his thumb to make circles around the sensitive spot at the top. I shook and let my body collapse back onto the bed while he fingered me slowly, exploring my insides with gentle prods and strokes.
Glancing down, I found Scott admiring my body. His other hand was on his cock, rubbing it through his pants. My mouth began to salivate.
Scott began to deliberately stretch my hole with another finger. He was pushing me closer and closer to a loud orgasm, and when it finally hit, it was even harder than expected. Drugging waves of pleasure wiped me out, leaving me a panting mess on the bed. Still, he did not stop moving his fingers inside of me, pummeling my hole harder and faster than before. I came again, and again, and yet again on those fingers.
When he finally stopped, I realized I had been screaming out with each orgasm. The sudden silence rang in my ears as I smiled down at him. But instead of being finished, he slipped yet another finger inside, and then dipped his head under my dress. My hands gripped at the bed sheets, my toes curled as I felt his tongue touch my clit.
Lapping up my juices, his slurping noises made me feel both dirty and sexy all at once. As his tongue lashed at my clit, his fingers pumped in and out of me. He fucked me hard like that, forcing me to orgasm more.
He pulled his head back out from under my skirt once I was truly spent. “I'm not sure I can do much more,” I said, panting.
Shaking his head, he grinned. “Oh, no. We're gonna fuck. Take your dress off while I undress.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I was so wiped out, but at the same time so ready for the fucking I was about to receive. Pulling my dress over my head, I waited, watching as his pants and shirt came off.
He was so hot, it was a sin. That body was so perfect, and for that moment, it was all mine. I spread my legs and touched myself while I watched him, pleasuring myself to the sight of his tight muscles and that shapely ass.
When he turned and saw me with my hand on my cunt, he gave me a cocky grin. “Take your hand off my prize. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.” Grabbing my legs, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed and threw them over his shoulders.
He entered me quickly, somehow still stretching me even after I had been fingered. That big cock of his slid right up to my cervix, lightly brushing it. He stood in that position for a while, his hands on my hips holding me still. I felt so deliciously full.
I looked up at Scott with adoring eyes, my fingers running up and down his arms as I waited for him to fuck me.
His movements were slow at first, but then he started moving at a faster pace. I fought the urge to squirm and wiggle beneath him, letting him just take me as hard as he wanted to.
I got the fucking of a lifetime. It was fast, and hard. He slapped my tits, which feels better than one would expect. His fingers scratched down my body. But he fucked me for a long time, his huge cock stretching me out.
Leaning over, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His wet tongue against my breasts felt heavenly. My pussy spasmed around his cock, and an orgasm that I thought would have been impossible after all the ones that came before it crashed through me. With one knee on the bed beneath my leg, the other leg on the floor giving his thrusts more power, he fucked me harder, grunting and cursing with each pleasurable stroke.
His cock twitched within me, and I knew he was close to exploding within me. A drop of sweat slipped down his forehead and onto my stomach. Scott's thick, creamy ropes of cum spill into me, filling me up as he slid out.
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His abs were so lickable.
His c*ck was unbelievably huge.
And he was going to put my life back together.
Someone took my baby.
I had no one to turn to...
Until he walked into my life.
Handsome. Smart. Muscular. Brave. My savior.
His was a world of violence.
I was off limits to him.
Could he be the missing piece to my life?
Could he save my baby?
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He could fill a book with the number of rules he's breaking right now, but it doesn't matter one God damned bit. She turns her head to the side to take his cock between her pretty lips.
The searing heat that envelopes him threatens to send him over the edge right then and there, a pleasure that he can't possibly resist.
"Fuck," he growls, his hips moving on their own to try to get as much of that pleasure as he can take. Lalique's mouth moves with him, taking that in stride.
Her breasts pool deliciously on her chest, her nipples swollen and dark and perfect. His thumb dances across one again and she pushes up into the contact without stopping her ministrations.
He moves his hands lower again, dancing past her waist and down to the place where her legs meet, his rough fingers teasing the tip of her clit. Her hips roll up to meet his movements, her mouth moving with renewed vigor.
"Jesus Christ, Lalique—your mouth. Fuck."
She moans with him in her mouth. His cock stiffens more than he thought possible. The beautiful woman pulls off of his cock to take a breath for an instant. She leans back forward an instant later, but Josh has another plan in mind.
He moves between her hips, her legs propped up around his waist. She feels him lining his hardness up with her, feels him threatening to push inside.
"Are you sure about this?" He repeats it again, even though his entire body screams to just do what comes naturally. His mind is telling him that everything he's doing is wrong—that he shouldn't even be thinking about doing any of the things that he's doing.
He can stop, but he won't. Not unless he hears the words from her mouth. Not unless she tells him that she doesn't want it. She doesn't. She traces a hand down the lines of his chest and purrs to fuck her.
He pushes inside. The walls of her pussy already grip him tightly, as if they're
trying to milk him for all he's worth. The heat sears into him. His cock twitches painfully, but he keeps himself buried hilt-deep inside her for a moment, to let her adjust.
The way that she rolls her hips tells him that he's waited long enough. He pulls out a little way and plows forward again, pushing deep inside. Her body reacts, a soft moan ripping from her lips even as she tries to stay quiet.
"Jesus, fuck, you're tight," Josh growls. It's hard to believe, the way that her body grips him and tries desperately not to let go.
He moves hard inside her, his entire body tense and taut like a spring that's been pressed as tight as it will go. Her heels press him into her, driving his cock deeper inside with each thrust.
Every time he pulls back out her body only knows enough to try to stop him, to grip him tight and pull him back inside. To take as much pleasure as she can possibly get.
Lalique turns and twists beneath him as he slams home once more, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh ringing through the bedroom. Her body moves to meet him with each thrust until finally, with one last thrust, he pushes inside and spends himself.
His cock spasms hard as rope after rope of cum shoots into her. Lalique's eyes flutter for a moment as she tightens around him, as if her body is trying to swallow his sperm, to bring it deeper inside her.
Finally she lays her head back, her breaths coming short and hard and ragged. Josh lowers himself down on top of her and presses a kiss into her lips.
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