Page 11 of Retribution

He took me to the bathroom, setting me down on the shower mat while he removed his clothes. I stood there dumbfounded watching him as he stood naked before me. His thick dick throbbing fiercely, bouncing up and down.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“With you?”

His answer was stepping into the stall and turning on the faucet. Holding his dick, he pointed it in my direction. “Hurry up, my dick is waiting.”

My pussy walls clenched and unclenched as I removed my clothes. By the time I joined him I was all wet and ready, the ache in my abdomen matching the one in my chest. I wanted to fuck the pain away and it seemed that only Lucas could help me. Bending me over, he parted my cheeks and roughly slammed into me.

“That’s for your fucking attitude,” he uttered.

“Is that all you got?” I countered.

Pulling out, he smashed my pussy once again. I gritted my teeth, suppressing a moan. His hand reached around to grab a breast, squeezing it hard. His other hand gripped my chin, pushing my head backwards, his head coming down for a kiss. Sliding down his hand he wrapped his finger around my throat while still kissing me.

His hips started moving slowly, then built into a rhythmic tempo, coming harder and harder. One hand was on my throat and another on my breast while his dick pummeled me hard. I could barely hold my sanity as my walls tightened, my back arching. The explosion was fierce, having me scream deep in my throat. He squeezed my neck as my orgasm reached its peak.

“Fuck!” I wheezed through his kiss.

The man kissed me harder while biting my tongue. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair, pulling as hard as I could. He pummeled me hard, I felt him all the way inside my belly. I could even feel the knob from the dick ring against my cervix. He was riding me like a mad man, pushing me all the way onto the stall wall. My breasts crushed by the tiles and his dick sinking deeper, about to bust my damn gut. I felt him swell, the pulse of his dick and the squirt. His head threw back as he let out a loud roar, the hand on my breast tightening while the other gripped my hip tightly.

Now that the kiss was broken and my throat free, I slid my hand underneath to hold his balls, caressing them through my fingers. My other hand reached back to grab and give his ass a healthy slap. He pulled me upright, close to his body, sliding his hand down to fiddle with my clit while he continued to slide in and out of me.

“Oh Fuck!” he murmured, his movements becoming slower as his orgasm subsided. “Your pussy is addictive.”

Chapter 8

Ciara

When we walked into Little Johnny’s bar on a warm Wednesday night, at around ten, every eye was upon us. I was a black chick in black leather pants and jacket. My ass was as big as a stadium and my hips as wide as the ocean. My four-inch stiletto boots came up to my knees and my breasts were busting through my tightly stretched tank, with a little belly skin showing. Also, my diamond navel ring sparkled in the fluorescent lights.

I had an eyebrow ring before, but two days ago after an intense fucking session with Luca, I went and got navel ring. I had an appointed to get a pussy ring in a few days and I couldn’t wait. Getting a Princess Albertia to match Luca’s King Crown was perfect. Fuck it Ciara, you aren’t a couple. I wasn’t getting to match his, it was something I wanted anyway.

“Babes, where are you at?”

Luca was behind me and must have noticed I drifted away. “I’m right here. I don’t see him.”

“You can’t be spaced out now,” he advised. “You need to concentrate. We’re downtown.”

“I’m good. No spacing out.”

We’d gotten the description of Marco’s brother and wanted to have a little chat, but he too was nowhere to be seen. Did they murder a high school student and was now in hiding? Our eyes darted around for anyone who might seem as though they knew something.

“That over there is Pretty Boy Mike, the leader. He just came in,” Luca informed me. I looked in the direction his chin was aimed at. “Want to go talk to him?”

“Sure.”

He pulled my arm and twisted me to face him. “Calmly.”

I nodded. “Yea, I’ll be calm.”

I knew he didn’t believe me, but he let me go. I knew that if I went off the rails, Luca would protect me with everything he had, so I wasn’t worried. Two men from our street team accompanied us while a few others stood watch on the outside.

Pretty Boy Mike saw us coming and his eyes settled on me. I knew I turned heads, but he was blatantly lusting, his tongue running over his lips and biting his bottom lip. I could feel him stripping me of clothing as his eyes ran over me. I smiled and locked eyes with him as I approached.

“Hey sexy thing, you got a sweet piece of arse right there.”

The guy was Latino, nice looking with the tattoo of a cross on his right cheek. He had fluffy hair which landed on his broad shoulders. Dressed in a white denim suit, large silver chains and cheap wristwatch, he acted as though he owned the place.

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