Page 59 of Once Upon A Sale

The growl that escapes from between his lips is, at the very least, animalistic, teetering on this side of otherworldly. Oops, I guess that wasn’t the retort he was expecting.

“No-fucking-body, that’s who.” In a quick move only he could manage, I’m now facing the beautiful Miami skyline with him at my back and his cock pressing against my ass.

We’re not exactly hidden here, but that doesn’t deter him from flipping my sundress up over my ass and pulling my panties to the side. I barely hear the zipper sliding down before his cock is at my entrance and my moans are mixing with the sound of circling seagulls ahead.

It’s quick but it’s so fucking good.

“You don’t ever mention, even the slightest hint, that this pussy is touched by anyone else. Not fucking ever.” Every word is met with a hard thrust until I’m secured by the throat and his free hand is at my clit, flicking it. Teasing it. Rubbing precise circles until I’m grunting and pushing back against him every time he slams into me.

It only takes minutes but it’s enough. It’s everything I didn’t realize I needed.

Soon, I explode all over his dick and he’s filling me with his cum, his mouth at my ear.

“The next time I talk to you about filling you with my babies, you say yes, Sir. How many, Sir. And when, Sir.” Mentally, I scoff, because we all know that’s never going to happen. Physically, though, my body shudders from the intense orgasm that just overtook my nervous system. “Good girl.”

Pulling his dick out of my pussy, he cleans himself off on my skirt like some kind of neanderthal marking his territory then puts my panties back in place. The zipper is the last thing I hear before I’m turned back around, legs like cooked noodles and my brain in slow motion.

“Now. Should we call in the DOGs?”

“Yes.” Why not? It’s not like I can go.

“Good answer.” With one last kiss on my suddenly dry lips, he bites the already plump flesh and winks. “I’ll let Opie know.”

It takes me a while to get rid of the cum high after Jarrett leaves so he can use the secured line, but once I do, my thoughts go right back to my job.

Since the incident with Jarrett’s father, we’ve been traveling the whole of the US, Mexico, and Canada. We even went to Greece and Italy at some point because our intel placed a couple of Firm leaders in their summer homes on the Adriatic Sea. Mostly, we’ve been going back and forth to Dallas and Arizona since, it would seem, the core members lived around those parts.

When the job became too much and we realized that we just couldn’t do it on our own, we called in favors. Until Jarrett remembered the DOGs—Delta Ops Guardians—working for The Firm, mostly on recoup missions. The ex-military mercenaries work for the money, not the boss.

It was pretty easy to convince them to come over to our side once we showed them the paychecks, and one of them, Zain—code name Blade—actually nodded and winked at us saying this gig was much better for his soul.

Yeah, dude, it’s more satisfying when you work for the good guys.

The team members are ruthless but once you dig into their hard exteriors, you can have a peek at the gooey centers, which tells me they’re perfect for the job.

“Penny for your thoughts.” At the sound of Tabby’s voice, an automatic smile graces my lips.

“Hey, pretty lady.” Having her here is special. She and Logan have been seeing more and more of each other and although she’s reluctant to let her heart open completely, you can’t hide the glow of falling in love.

The last three months haven’t been the easiest, knowing Logan had his sights set on me since we were kids, but I think things are starting to work out.

“I heard Jarrett give the okay to Opie. I wish she were here, but her stubbornness is what caught wind of that Gary guy in Tucson.”

I nod, taking her hand in mine, thankful she’s one of the survivors of this awful organization.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you and how fucking proud I am of you?”

Her fair complexion makes the blush that races up her neck and cheeks impossible to miss.

“I didn’t do anything, Ophelia. You and Opie savedme.” Pulling her in for a hug, I squeeze her harder than I ever have.

“Yes, we saved your physical body, but the hardest part was after. The hardest part of living is convincing yourself that it’s worth the effort. And that, baby girl, is all you.” She sniffles at my words. I’m being sincere and she knows it, but hearing compliments is a rarity for her, has been for over two decades. Maybe even more. Who knows how long she was abused? I pull away just enough to put my hands on her cheeks and bring our foreheads together. “So happy we found you.” She smiles and it’s glorious.

“And all the girls since. So many rescued, it’s amazing. I love that we’re working to get them all back home. Or away from their abusive homes, too. Like Penelope. My goodness, I really hope she makes it.” We both turn to the skyline and stay quiet for a moment.

“I think it’s time for a drink.” The more I think about it the more my words ring true. Soon we’ll be saving more girls. Maybe some will go home, maybe others will work for us. In any case, they won’t be kneeling at the feet of sadists any longer.

Tabby takes my hand and we make our way to the lower deck where Logan’s friends are celebrating their engagement. It’s a private affair with only about sixty people on board, which makes us not being caught fucking up there a damn miracle.

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