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“Locke, please, I need…I need something more.”

She tore at his shirt, ripping the material as if it were no more than tissue paper, need giving her strength she had no idea she had. When she had it off, she leaned forward and took his hard nipple into her mouth and bit him, bit him hard, drawing a sound from him that had her wet. She could feel the steady steam of her cream sliding down her legs. Christ, it was like having the most wonderful sex while not having sex at all.

He reached behind her to her pants and buried his hands down into them, pulling her up to his cock, which was hard and hot against her soft folds. She wrapped her legs around him and held on while riding up and down his cock with the power of her legs.

He started toward the bed and even got as close as the edge of it, but she needed him now. When he stopped and pulled her legs down from his hips and slid her down his body, she started pulling at his belt. He moved her hands, and he dropped to his knees in front of her, and yanked her pants off quickly. He buried his mouth against her pussy and sucked her into his mouth, panties and all. She screamed out as the sensations of what he was doing to her pulsed through her body. When Locke lifted her leg, positioned it over his shoulder, and tore the material from his goal, she grabbed a handful of his hair and held on. Her pussy gushed with her cream; a small trickle of it ran down her thigh. More of her juices gushed as his head lowered to her.

Locke lapped at her, even as he inserted a finger into her heat. He once again tongued her clit, and suckled it. When she started moving against his fingers and his mouth, he inserted a second, then a third, into her. She was close to coming and he’d not even entered her yet.

“I want to suckle from your pussy. Let me bite you, taste you.” He teased her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

“Yes, oh god, Locke. Bite me, make me come so that I can quit this burning need to explode.” Her body weakened at the thought of him biting her between her legs. She wasn’t the least bit worried about the pain but needed for him to show that she was alive.

The pain was immense but over quickly. It was replaced by the most intense orgasm she had ever had. When he drew her clit into his mouth and swallowed, she came again, still rocking from the first one.

Her knees buckled now, and had he not twisted and lowered her to the bed, she would have fallen. He never stopped, and Alex had come four more times. But he wasn’t finished with her yet.

Locke leaned back on his heels, her cum and juices glistening on his chin and lips, and stroked his engorged cock. The blood-filled head was as big as a large plum. The tip was leaking cum, and the desire to taste him overwhelmed her. She sat up quickly and reached for him, taking him into her mouth before he could stop her, not that he could have. When he started gently fucking her hot wet mouth, she moaned.

He started to pull away, but she growled at him. He pushed harder into her, not being gentle now. Suddenly, he jerked her away by grabbing a handful of her hair and turned her around. While she was up on her hands and knees, he rammed his cock deep into her pussy from behind.

He pulled out nearly to the tip and rammed into her again. Again and again, he’d pull out just to the head and slam hard into her. Reaching around to her pussy, he pinched the small, exposed piece of flesh, leaned down, bit her on the shoulder, and came, jerking and pulsing in her hard over and over until he dropped on top of her, her own climax still singing through her body.

Alex couldn’t move. Even if she had the willpower to just inch over on the top of the bed, she had a ton of weight on her backside. Giggling a little, wondering what he would say of her calling him a ton of weight, she was finally out from under him when he pulled her backside to his groin and snuggled up against her.

“That was…It just was.” That got her giggling again, and she could feel his smile as if he were pressed against her. “This is going to sound stupid, but I’m thinking that we should pace ourselves—please? If we have that kind of sex again. I will not survive. I’ll be happy, but like I said, I’d be dead.”

She heard her cell phone ringing someplace in the bed. By the time the two of them were able to locate it in the tangle of sheets and blankets, the person had hung up. Locke’s phone started ringing just as she was going to tell him that it was a call from William Grable. Locke looked at her with a mischievous look on his face. Then he answered it.

“What do you want? I’ve just had the greatest sex of my life, and you’re trying to kill my buzz. Tell me whatever it is so that I can tell you no and hang up.” The Grable sputtered on the other end of the line, and that put Alex into a goofy mood where she was still laughing too hard. Then he asked the man what he wanted.

“I want to talk to you. We got off on the—what’s that word there?” Alex started laughing when she could almost see William having to have a script to ask to talk to Locke. “The wrong food…what?...No, I said foot. Yes, I did. Will you stop bothering me so that I can talk to this man? Jesus H. Christ. Go away until I can talk this man into getting out of my mammy’s house.”

William then asked if he was still there. “I am. Just waiting for you to tell me about the food you got off on.” He asked him what he was talking about. “Never mind, it went over your head.”

“Something’s on my head? Damn it, man, are you sending bugs after me? I just want what is mine. My mother—do you believe that shit? She was keeping track of all the shit that I took from her. What sort of mother does that?” Locke told him he thought it was a smart way to deal with him. “We’ll see about that. Can I come and talk to you? I guess you have a wife now. She’ll, I suppose, will want to be there too, right?”

“Yes, I don’t go anywhere without my wife.” Locke winked at her before continuing with Willaim. “How about you come over with your wife and kids. I’m to understand that you have about a dozen or so of them, correct?”

“No. Good lord, no. I got me two, just two that I’m going to claim. Anyways, I’ll bring my wife because I know she’ll be harping on me, calling me to find out if you’ve turned my stuff over to me like it should have been in the first place.” Locke said that he’d get what he had coming to him. “Well, ain’t you nice? Did you—no, she’d of not heard you. She’s taking one of the kids in to pee. What time we gotta be there?”

After giving him his address three times, he said he’d be at his house before six on the sharp. Neither of them knew what that meant, on the sharp? Not that it mattered, Locke said to her. He really was going to get what he had coming to him.

Alex wondered if it was such a good idea to have William at their home. He told her that he thought this was better than a restaurant because there would be a scene, or the idiot would hurt someone else. She agreed.

“We’ll do something that we might have if they weren’t coming over. How about hot dogs and brats. I know we have some. I saw them in the groceries when it was delivered.” She told him that was an excellent idea and that if they didn’t get around to eating, they could reheat them and eat them tomorrow.

“You think that he’s going to simply walk away from this if he doesn’t get his way? The reason I ask is if we should invite the rest of them over as a sort of backup if he gets out of hand.” Locke asked her if she thought he would. “I do. In some way, he terrifies me, but most of the time, I’m in awe as to how he made it this far in life without someone taking a sharp object to him. Smell alone would get him in trouble with me.”

“Yes, I have noticed that he has an aroma about him that sickens me as well.” They laughed again. “I guess we should get up and make sure that the household is ready for them. Though I don’t know if he’d care all that much. I just want him to leave us the hell alone.”

“I second that.” They got up and made the bed. Tossing her blouse in the trash, she wondered what Ms. Bee would say if she were to come across her torn clothing. Then she didn’t care. She was flipping happy.

After telling Ms. Bee what was going on, she asked for her to show her how to order on the computer once more before she felt like she was able to handle it. Alex had no trouble showing her, and it was funny to her that her grandson was also there to help his Grannie do a good job for them. She met up with Locke in the back yard talking to one of his brothers. It startled her how much they looked alike again. They were all big men, and it was—

“Ms. Alex, there is a phone call for you. I think it’s young Dusty.” Excited to speak to her brother-in-law, she rushed to the phone and had to calm herself twice before she was able to talk to him. “How are you? I hope you’re doing what you were told and keeping up with the pain levels.”

“I am. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be. I was wondering if you or Locke could bring me in my computer. I’m about as bored as I’ve ever been waiting like this. The staff here said that they could set me up with a desk under the bed so that I could see it. I know not to overdo things, but I’m about to go mad here with nothing to occupy my mind.” She told him that she understood boredom. “Yes, you are living with the king of boredom. Locke is the most boring man I know.”

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