by D. M. Burns
I swipe my hand over his Godlike cheekbone before I can think better of it. I’m so relieved that life is behind him. The hurt between my breastbone is real. I want to tell him everything so badly.
“I’m so proud of you.” It’s true. No matter what, Slade is a good man. I know this clear through to the core of my soul.
“Is this still my pussy playground?” He grinds his dick into the V between my legs and one of his hands slips down between our bodies sliding over my bare skin. He takes full advantage of the slit in my dress to gain access. Invading the space between my legs and slowly brushing his fingers over the seam of my lace-covered pussy.
“Oh. God. Mmmmh…” I close my eyes as his talented fingers delicately trail back and forth over my sensitive flesh. “Are you fucking her?” I hiss once I have slight control over the whore between my legs.
“I’m not going to lie. I fucking want to but not for the right reasons.” He says.
My heated lust-filled gaze narrows on him. He uses his knee to wedge my legs further apart then slides my underwear to the side finally slipping his fingers between my folds. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from purring.
“You left without so much as a fuck off. You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts. And now you show up here with him. Hell, I want to hurt you because you’ve managed to fucking level me. Burned me deep. If that’s what you’re aiming at, congratulations.”
“No. I’m sorry.” I whisper.
“Why are you doing this shit?” His voice is eerily calm, composed.
When his thumb makes contact with my clit, I flinch against the door in surprise while going up on my tiptoes. The sensations are causing me to rotate my hips in tune with his fingers. I feel like a damn puppet in search of the pleasure I know he can give.
“I uhm, shit… Rampage, please. Oh, God…” I grip his shoulders tightly. I’m about to cum. “It’s not like that, I swear. I’m so sorry.”
And I am but I need to figure out what’s going on and shut that shit down right after he makes me cum. Suddenly, his fingers disappear, and my eyes focus on him. He brings those fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. It’s an erotic sight. Slade leans in until his mouth touches the crest of my ear.
“Don’t call me Rampage ever again. I am and will always be your Slade.” His voice is a command and my already soaked southside girl melts a little more.
The next thing I know, I’m off the ground and his hands are gripping me by my ass. In three swift steps, I’m placed on the surface of his desk. Ramp swiftly pulls the silky white material over my head then pushes on my chest silently directing me to lie back. The dress wouldn’t allow the traditional bra, but I covered my nipples with daisy petals to conceal them when they hardened.
“Your so god damn beautiful in that dress but I know it came from him.” He rasps out. “The shoes and even the jewelry too. That motherfucker wants what’s mine.” His low voice sounds like he swallowed glass.
I close my eyes and will myself not to cry at how tormented his voice sounds as he makes that correct observation. I’m also not going to lie nor confirm. When I pry my eyes back open, he’s slowly taking me in, transfixed on my body laid out in front of him. I feel like I’m an intruder eavesdropping in on a personal conversation he’s having with himself.
Ramp grabs both sides of my lacey thong slipping them down my legs and tucking the strip of fabric safely in his pocket once done. He’s staring at his hand sneaking up my calf and over my knee then the outside of my thigh.
Slade quickly steps back fumbling with his dress pants then they fall to the floor. Dear Jesus, he’s commando and his cock is sticking straight up in a vagina yeti dick salute of sorts. He grips himself stroking slowly while reaching out with his free hand thumbing my clit again. I take in a lungful of air through my nose controlling my urge to cry out. I dare not take my eyes off the sexy sight of his large hand sliding over his sizable cock.
“Swear to Christ, I’ll kill him if he touches you. No hesitation.” His voice is angry. I whimper and Slade finally snaps his silver beams up to me. “You told me this was my pussy. Did you lie to me?”
“Jesus, Slade. No, I’ve only been with you.”
He stops what he’s doing immediately, braces his hands on my knees leaning his head down between my thighs licking a slow line over my entire center. He wiggles his tongue in the crease sucking harshly on my clit. My nails sink into his midnight hair holding him there.
“I’ve… Uhmmmm, OH Shit.” I moan. “So good.”
Both of his hands roam up over my ribs and he places a kiss on my mound. As he covers my body, his hands direct my legs around his waist closing himself in. I tighten the hold by crossing my ankles, locked. I want to keep him impossibly close to me. I can feel his dick playing peek-a-boo with my entrance. It’s maddening. I want everything him.
Ramp slowly peels back the pedals covering my nipples and they pucker for him. A visual hello from the girls. Their excited to see him again. Actually, all of me is. His mouth closes over each peek on a slow roll of his tongue, equal attention. That yeti dick is sliding through my juicy center that’s begging for him to come through the gates of my playground.
Opened mouth kisses break across my chest, neck, and pepper lightly over my chin until he dives into my mouth. Swiping out a possession that’s filled with intent. He’s reminding me of who’s in charge and who owns every part of my body, he does. He takes his mouth away and I moan my protest until those lips still beside my ear.
“Tell me you’ll leave here with me tonight and I’ll give you what you want Lena.” His voice is strained but desperately seeking the correct answer from me so he can give us what we both want so badly. That yeti grinds into me teasingly. I try using my legs to coax him in but that’s laughable. Slade must be willing to follow through.
“Please don’t do that…” It’s a plea. “Don’t fuck me with conditions Slade.” He leans back, his eyes burning through me like molten silver. Then in a slow shift of his hips, he methodically gives me what I want inch by inch on a primal growl.
“Oh my God, Slade. I’ve wanted this so bad.”
My fingernails softly scrape over his shirt covered chest then I fist the material using it as leverage to grind into him. He palms both of my tits while hollowing out his dick homecoming until my body won’t allow him to go any further.
“Look at me, Lena.” My eyes snap up to him. He backs his hips away only to gently return with a circular grinding motion. “What I do with you is not fucking. You understand?” His jaw is ticking out a countdown to the self-discipline that’s about to snap him into.
“It’s okay to let go with me. I won’t break. I’m yours to do with what you want.”
His eyes flare like I’ve flipped on a go-light for a literally fucking. I hope for as much. He pulls out of me in one swift move then flips me over on the desk palming my ass. My stomach explodes with butterflies and fearful regret.
“Not everything, Slade.” My voice rises in a panicked tone.
It’s a warning that anal foreplay is not up for debate. Hell, I’m just now exploring my sexual side. I’m not ready for a backdoor entrance and certainly not with what he’s packing in the penis department. I’m not quite sure I ever will be.
“Shhh, baby. I know that. Holy fuck, I’m just admiring. Your ass is perfect.” The palm of his hand runs from the base of my neck cutting a path down my spine. “Stand up baby and prop your knee on the desk.”
When I do as he asks, he steps into me winding one arm around my chest until his thumb and finger tweaks my nipple before closing his hand over my tit and fitting himself snuggly into my back. He slides his hand over my leg that’s propped on the desk until his fingers brush over my pussy.
“Oh, please.” I moan on a shiver.
He moves my hair to one side of my neck then licks a path over my collarbone right before he bites down on my neck sucking lightly. It produces a pleasurable moan out of me. He licks the spot then
lines his cock up at my entrance.
“You want me to slide my dick back inside baby?” He rasps out into my ear. I’m rubbing my wet pussy playground all up and down his length. Trying to alleviate my ache on my own. He squeezes my braced leg and I nod my head. “Tell me, Lena. How bad do you want me to fill that pussy up?”
“Sooo, fucking bad. Please, Slade.” I grit out. “I need to feel your cock pounding me out from behind.”
“Fuck.” He thrusts forward in one charging motion giving me everything I asked for and more. “So damn tight.” His words are shaky much like my legs.
“OH.MY.GOD.” My head falls forward. This is a whole different level of feels. “Holy shit,” I whisper out. Slade is molded to my back grinding upward hitting everything. “It’s dick delicious.”
Slade’s hand moves down to cup my pussy possessively as his hips move forcefully. I reach around our backs and grab a handful of his tight ass cheek. I bounce into him following his lead. It’s everything and not enough at the same time.
When he releases my legs and clamps that large hand over my throat tilting my head back into him, I whore-moan. But his next words coupled with his pounding beat inside of me incinerate my control “Don’t take this away from me again, pretty girl. This is mine.” The next thing I know his tongue is possessively invading my mouth. My fingers filter through his hair with urgency fusing him to me.
His speed picks up. I shut down those thoughts of having to walk out of that door. Away from him. I only want to concentrate and anticipate the orgasm that’s about to hit my body like a freight train. He leans us forward, my body flush with the desk with his ruthless impacting slaps sounding out off the walls. With every thrust, comes a heated grunt from him into my ear. It’s fucking sexy.
Slade rises up smoothing his hands over my back until he’s latching onto my shoulders and he continues his merciless yeti rhythm. He props my leg back on top of the desk and deepens his strokes.
“Oh, God. Slade… Yes.” I hiss out as I feel my pussy clenching up. “I’m going cum… Jesus Christ.”
“Shit. Your clasp around my dick is like a vice.” He grunts out his words in sync with every forceful plunge into me.
“GOD… Baby-Yes.” My voice breaks and I grasp the ends of the desk white-knuckling the shit out of it.
I blackout as the euphoric feeling explodes all over my body. I do a full-body shiver as it rushes through me. It’s the best experience of my life. Slade’s hands grip my hips and let the fuck-a-thon commence. Slade is in a zone. A pleasure-seeking pussy playground zone. I can feel his balls briefly smacking against me as his groin smashes repeatedly into my ass.
When I recover from my bliss-filled orgasm, I meet him thrust for thrust until he slams into me staying rooted while growling out my name. I can feel his release and each jerk of his body.
Slade collapse forward covering my back with his shirt covered chest. His breathing coming in pants as he slowly pushes in and out of me. It’s a mindless reaction that he has. It feels glorious. I intentionally contract my walls around him making him groan into my neck.
“Jesus, Lena.” He whispers as his arms close around me pulling us both to a stand. My legs feel like jelly and I’m unsteady. If he lets me go, I’ll surely fall over. “Please leave with me, baby.” I close my eyes as my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.
“Do you remember when we were kids and you asked me for a one-time pass. It was the day I gave you that money clip by the train tracks for your birthday.” His arms tighten around me.
“Yeah.” He kisses the inside of my neck.
“I’m asking you to please just trust me. I have to do something, Slade.” He lets me go and pulls his pants up and adjusts the button then grabs my dress off the floor handing it over to me. The look on his face has turned back into stone. “Can I please use your restroom so I can clean up?”
He looks to the side and gives a chin lift toward a door I had yet to notice because of the face down desk position I was in. I scurry that way and slip behind the door. Too bad my nipple petals aren’t reusable, shit.
When I step into his immaculate business bathroom, I clean myself up and run my fingers through my hair trying to fix the literal fucking mess but stop my primping instantly to eyeball the huge ass hickey on the side of my neck. Holy shit. My entire chest turns red and the heat only rises from there. God damn it. I run my hand over the angry area where I was marked. It’s huge-half dollar huge. Not only that but my nipples are standing to attention through the silky material. Jesus.
Walking out, I see Slade is fully dressed, looking stylishly unruffled, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. His forearms are braced on his legs and his head is resting in his hands. He stands when he hears me close the bathroom door, tucks his hands into his pockets, and those bolts of silver scan my entire frame.
Those eyes freeze and zone in on his mouth to skin tattoo covering my neck. One side of his lips quirk deviously, and he scrubs his hand over his jaw trying to hide his pleasure at the half dollar-size red and purple looking bruise already forming. My ice-blue eyes blare out at him.
Slade coyly moves my way until he’s standing in front of me. My insecurities compel me to slide my hand into place covering his post-sex surprise. This is worse than a rumor because at least then you can deny hearsay. Not that I would but damn. This is like a flashing neon tattle tell sign of “fucking” evidence. He reaches out taking my hand away then leans in and presses his lips against the spot.
“You knew what you were doing.” My voice is elevated slightly. I point to the hickey with my free hand index finger.
“That’s not entirely true but my subconscious act doesn’t hurt my feelings in the least.” He runs his hand through his hair and clears his throat. He doesn’t know how to react to having to let me go. This is awkward for both of us. “Listen Lena, whatever you have to do, do it with me. Don’t go back to that motherfucker.”
“I’ve got to go Slade.” I bend over grabbing my shawl off the floor and he takes that opportunity to wrap his large arms around me burying his nose into the side of my neck.
“Is this how it’s going to be between us now, Len? You pulling a “me” on me? I don’t want to be that guy anymore and I know damn well you’re not that type of woman. You’ve been mine since you were twelve. You know it. Don’t leave.”
“Do you remember when you asked me why I waited so long to have sex?” I feel him nod into my neck. “You were right. It was because it’s always been, you Slade. No one else ever stood a chance. All of me has loved you for so long, that’s why. Now, please just trust me, yeah. I’ve got to go.” I whisper.
I don’t bother to look back when he lets me go in defeat. I’ve hurt him again. Pulling the door open, I hurry out into the hallway only to collide with Rebel. Son-of-a-bitch… Why God? I stumble back and his big beefy hands latch onto my arms keeping me from falling over.
And of course, those eyes zero in on Slade’s sex tattoo. The smirk that grows on his face has me blushing all over again. I cover my hand over my neck and push past him. I have a good mind to wrap this shawl around my neck and tie it into a big bow. I’d probably get less attention that way.
“Sorry, Reb. Tell Alex I said hey.” I mumble over my shoulder.
“No problem.” His chuckles echo out into the hallway. Shit.
Club Chaos is freaking huge and I think I’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way back to Crellan’s VIP lounge. I know I’m in the general area because of the well-dressed folks I’ve seen in passing.
“Lena… Is that you?” I turn around at the voice behind me and see Trace in his approach. I cup the side of my neck embarrassed for him or anyone for that matter to see my yeti exploring evidence. “I thought that was you. You look amazing by the way.” He stops when he’s right in front of me.
“Oh, thank you. That’s sweet.” I look in both directions of the hall then ask, “Do you know where the VIP section is? Uhmm, the suite number is 103.
I think I must’ve taken a wrong turn off the elevators or something.”
It’s not lost on me that he has casual attire on tonight. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this area of the club.
“Sure, it’s just right down this way.” He places his hand on my lower back and I follow alongside him.
“Hey, I like the Falcons ballcap,” I say. He smiles down at me.
“Thanks.” He says while adjusts the bill down a little more.
As we make a sharp left he says, “I gotta admit, I didn’t think I’d see you again after that party at Aces. This is a pleasant surprise and a fuck up on Rampage’s behalf that he’ll live to regret.”
chapter 32 - rampage
“Well, I know there’s going to be one pissed off god damn gangster as soon as Lena makes it back to his VIP lounge.” Rebel says as he steps into my office shutting the door behind him.
Reb’s amused laughter does nothing for my shit mood. Len choosing to go back to Crellan after having fucked me is pure Karma for all my past yeti dick sins. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her.
If I fought her on it the way I wanted to, she would’ve tried that ball removal bullshit she talks about so much. It would’ve ended badly. Whatever she thinks she must do is cemented deep. There’s no changing her mind at this point.
Finding Trace Archer is proving to be a little harder than I’d hoped. His half-bro, Adam Wallace boarded a flight back to Texas an hour after I left his hotel room, smart guy. But when I went to visit Archer in person at his downtown Atlanta penthouse, it was empty. I mean there was nothing but bare floors. I’ve got everyone that ever owed me a marker out looking for that motherfucker.
“Did you see her neck? If that’s not marking your territory, then I don’t know what is.” He says.
“Hell, I did it so, I don’t have to see it. Listen, I’ve got shit to do little brother.” I walk past him to the door and my phone rings. I riffle through my pocket and retrieve my phone. I hit go and place it to my ear.
