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And as I push all the way into her vagina, penetrate her veil, possess her virginity, I feel the beast in me roar like some primal demon that doesn’t give a shit about what’s wrong or right, what’s dragon or knight, what’s darkness or light.
Because everything has rolled into one. All of space and all of time. All of hers and all of mine. We’re one in this moment, and the entire world can go to hell, go to shit, destroy itself for all I care.
“Because you’re all I need,” comes the growling whisper from somewhere in my throat as my cockhead reaches the farthest point inside Yolanda, my shaft completely buried in her pussy, her blood greasing my entry, her whimpers greeting my groans. “All I fucking need. You’re mine, Yolanda. You’re mine forever.”
7
YOLANDA
I’m his forever, comes the thought that’s not really a thought but a feeling, a knowledge that comes from my body and not my brain, deep inside my body, so fucking deep.
“You’re so deep inside,” comes the whimpering whisper through my trembling lips as Brock drives that massive cockhead past my entrance, stretching my wet pussy in a way that makes my eyes widen and my eyeballs roll up in my head. “Oh, Brock, I . . .”
“You’re mine,” he growls through gritted teeth as he stands between my parted knees, pumping into my primed pussy, his eyes wild with want, deadly with desire, burning with need. “Fuck, you’re mine, Yolanda.”
He thrusts harder, speeding up as my slit slickens with what I know is an erotic mixture of blood and sex, our combined oils smoothing the way for his enormous shaft to drive in and out with tortured ease, its girth pressing against every inch of my inner walls, stretching them for the first time, for all of time.
But even though Brock’s eyes gleam with a manic glint and his thrusts come harder and with an urgency that’s making my pussy clench and release like it’s gasping with every pump, he’s holding the hem of my dress firmly down along the sides of my thighs, like he’s protecting my dignity even as he fucks me on a wooden table in a human auction hall with the twisted auctioneer and his wretched mother watching like vultures.
It’s seductively dark, brutally beautiful, and as I feel Brock ram me harder, making the heavy table shudder as he draws me closer to an orgasm that threatens to shatter me, my unravelling mind whips through all the tiny decisions and trivial coincidences that got me to this point in time where I was still a virgin at twenty-four without really meaning to be.
A twist of fate?
Or the kind of fate that was always meant to be.
Is there a difference?
And suddenly the thoughts are swept away and I realize I’m coming, coming again like that sudden squirty mess of a climax when Brock’s face was between my legs, his lips kissing my pussy, tongue flicking my clit.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp when Brock slams into me, his hard pubic bone hitting my mound as he buries his shaft so deep I feel it in my throat. “Oh, fuck, Brock!”
I say his name like I know him, like I want him, like I love him. And it all seems real as his fingers dig into the sides of my ass, his hips hammering into me like a piston even as he somehow keeps my dress in place like it’s important to preserve my modesty in this most immodest of situations, with a biker I don’t even know rutting me like a hound on a bitch, his thick cock invading space that’s never been entered by a man.
And will never be entered by any other man.
The realization hits me just as my climax hits, and our gazes meet in one suspended moment of surreal bliss as Brock explodes inside me. He arches his head back and roars, pounding me with violent thrusts as he ejaculates ferocious spurts of hot semen that break like warm waves deep in my vagina, flooding me like the Great Flood drowned the earth, filling me with seed that flows down along his thrusting shaft until I feel it rolling down the bottom edge of my pussy, trickling down my ass.
The table is thumping like some four-legged monster doing a dance as Brock empties into me, bringing forth waves of ecstasy that threaten to drown me, climax upon climax racking my frenzied body as all the fear of the past few days erupts in a geyser of emotion working itself out through my climax, exiting me bit-by-bit with each gasping breath as relief rolls in to take the place of fear, arousal rips away the anxiety, pleasure destroys the panic.
And then Brock pumps once more and freezes with his cock all the way inside me. A guttural groan escapes his taut lips as I feel his shaft flex, sense his heavy balls tighten as he pushes out the last of his seed, finishes deep inside me, holding himself there like his cock needs to empty every last drop into me.
“Fuck, that was . . . unreal,” Brock mutters, blinking the glazed expression out of his green eyes and focusing on my streaked face. He leans forward and kisses me hard on the mouth, stroking my cheek, then kissing me quickly again before pulling back.
My eyes widen as he pulls his cock out of me, the move releasing a wet sucking noise like my pussy doesn’t want to let go, isn’t done milking his heavy hose for every ounce of its sticky liquid. He groans as he staggers back from me, his cock thick and dripping. Quickly his pulls his jeans back up, shoves his still-erect dick inside, hastily buttoning up the fly and buckling his belt before stepping forward and helping me sit up.
“Can you walk?” he asks softly as my upper body sways like a tree in the wind, slowly this way and that. “We need to get out of here, Yolanda. Before Kazi comes back to his senses.”
My vision is a blur, but I snap back into horrific focus when I see Kazi slumped down in his chair, glazed expression in his bearlike eyes, tongue hanging out of his mouth, right hand fisting his big dick, fresh semen all over the tiles in front of him, thick white seed still flowing from his cockhead down his fingers.
The sight almost makes me vomit, but then I realize it must have been equally gross to Mother Kazi, because she’s nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I understand the urgency to get out now, before Mother Kazi comes back in and nixes this deal.
“I’m good,” I manage to say, sliding my wet ass off the table and landing barefoot and upright against Brock’s tall hard body. “Let’s go.”
Brock slides his arm around my waist, holding me upright while he reaches for his gun which is still on the tiles near Durand’s dead body.
“Leave the gun,” comes Kazi’s lazy drawl. He’s still in that slumped position, one hand still fisting his club of a cock, other hand loosely aiming his handgun in our direction, his body still relaxed from what appears to have been a furiously explosive climax that’s spattered the black tiles white in long streaks of semen. “I will keep it along with Durand’s body in the meat cooler. Proof for when your Skulls brothers come asking around for Durand.” He chuckles darkly, wipes his sticky fingers on his shirt, then shoves his python of a cock into his pants and grunts. “I still do not fully trust you, biker. But a man’s cock does not lie even if he does. So I will honor the deal, make sure Kazi’s reputation stays good.” He rubs his jaw, shrugs up at Brock. “Besides, I do not think you will cross the border knowing that the Skulls will soon be looking to avenge Durand’s murder. You are a dead man walking, and so I will let you walk for now. You might as well enjoy that pretty hole for a few more days to get your money’s worth before the Skulls find the two of you.” He grins savagely, licks his lips as he drags his gaze down along my curves, his pinball eyes stopping for a long dark moment at the center-point between my hips, where I feel a wet patch that makes my dress stick to my slit. “Though if the Skulls put out a contract on you, maybe I take the contract myself,” he whispers through that grin. “Maybe Kazi gets another chance at that pussy once its owner is dead.” His eyes gleam as he stares at my crotch, then flicks his gaze to my face. “Maybe that pussy is fated to become Kazi’s fuck-hole after all, yes, Yolanda?”
I feel Brock’s arm tighten around my waist. In fact I feel his entire body tighten, like he’s a coiled viper about to attack. Without thinking I lean my body into him so he can’t let go or else I’ll fall.
