Avery fell on the bed, light-headed, catching her fading breath. The wet dreams were hot- at least, she came by her fingers during the ordeal- but, what she felt in reality trumped her fantasies. Michael's mouth and fingers on her defied her imagination.She wiped her brows with the back of her hand. The crescent had disappeared and dark cloud blanketed the night. Lightening flashed, a harbinger of another pelting rainfall. "Not bad for a first time," she heard Michael chuckle. She sat on her butt and closed her legs, not having completely gotten rid of her shyness. This was what she wanted. It felt so good it scared her. She didn't want Michael to think she was cheap.The way she screamed his named, cuffed his neck with her legs, writhing under him, pulling at his hair...Michael would definitely call her a slut."Are you okay?" he asked. She felt his hand on her thigh, warm against her skin, the covering she needed against the cold clutching at her soul. Denying Michael was denying
Okay, what to do.Avery was yet to experience her first sex- touching aside-, let alone going down on a man; not just any man, but Michael King, the king of her spicy conceptions, the centerpiece of her being. Sometimes, when the urge became primal and suffocating, she watched porn and imagined Michael doing the things porn stars do on set. Her conscience reprimanded her. She broke her code of celibacy. But every night it happened, she convinced herself she was doing the right thing. They would come in handy. And the day was here... finally.She made sure to commence some of the methods to her memory, intending to use it when the time presented itself.'I pray this works,' she prayed, going down on her knees in front of him."I'm not sure I can take all of you," she said, grabbing the shaft with both hands. Her breath hitched, as his dick pulsed in her hand, the reb mushroom cap glimmering with pre-cum. "This is my first time doing this.""I'll teach you all you need to know," he br
Six hours ago...Shawn stormed out of the registry, fuming with rage. Michael floored his best enforcers like they were chaff. He underestimated him, and he paid with a punch across his face. He bounded to his ride, massaging the swell on his face. "Fucking bastards. They ruined my plans!" he raved, kicking the side of the Limo. He opened the passenger door and entered the Limo, downing two rocks of iced whiskey. Leaning into the chair, he closed his eyes, revisiting old memories.*****Five years...It took him five agonizing years to grow a tough skin out of his soft heart. Until Amber happened, Shawn was an easy going dude, the brightest nerd in the class and school. He was skinny and shy, marking him as a top target for bullies, in and out of school. In school, his freedom was guaranteed because of Michael. Michael defended him and protected him from jerks picking on him. He wanted to be like him in every way- courageous, daring, tall, attractive, badass, and a high school sup
"Drive," Shawn instructed."Yes, boss," the driver reversed from the parking area, and rolled into the traffic heading for his home. Shawn exhaled deeply, eyeing Caroline from down up. She had changed considerably. Her left arm was fully inked, and she had some tatts by her left eye brow. A septum ring glistened under the interior blue lights, highlighting her pointed nose. Her nipples stuck out of her spaghetti top, sending blood rushing southward.He crossed his legs to hide the growing bulge in his pants. Caroline was still as tempting as ever. The urge to pounce on her right there in the Limo overwhelmed him, but he held back. "What do you want to say?" He dived straight to business. Beating about the bush would get them nowhere. "I'm all ears." She bit her bottom lip, pinning her wavy hair behind one ear. He liked the feisty red colour. It reminded him of their days in high school. The chatty Caroline, weirdly in love with a loser nerd. They were the imperfect couple, but non
Shawn laid Caroline on her back and knelt in front of her. She giggled, excited for what's is about to happen. Slowly, Shawn for riding of her jean and threw it above his shoulder. A black underwear covered her subtle V, wet at the front. She parted her legs for him at once, catching Shawn's eye."Impatient much?" He teased, palming the vulva, his fingers stroking her clit with the messy silken underwear still on.She opened her mouth to speak, but no word came out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she closed her thighs on Shawn's hand. Finding her voice, she smirked. "What do you think?" She giggled again, reminding Shawn of the carefree Caroline he fell in love with in high school. "I waited so long for today to happen. Though, not in a Limo, a win is a win.""Spread your legs," Shawn ordered. Caroline obeyed, throwing her knees apart. "Good girl." Shawn slipped his hand under the soaked underwear, finding her clit. He smirked at what he found. "You pierced your clit?" i
Shawn laid Caroline on her back and knelt in front of her. She giggled, excitement glistening on her face. Slowly, Shawn got rid of her jean and threw it above his shoulder, revealing a black underwear covering her subtle V, dripping wet at the front. She parted her legs for him at once, catching Shawn's eye. "Impatient much?" he teased, palming her vulva, his fingers stroking her clit from the messy silken underwear. Writhing, she opened her mouth to speak, but no word came out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she closed her thighs on Shawn's hand. Finding her voice, she smirked. "What do you think?" She giggled, reminding Shawn of the carefree Caroline he fell in love with in high school. "I waited so long for today to happen. Though, not in a Limo, a win is a win." "Spread your legs," Shawn ordered. Caroline obeyed, throwing her knees apart. "Good girl." Shawn slipped his hand under the soaked underwear, finding her clit. He smirked, chuckling at what he discovere
Caroline's heart jiggled behind her rib cage. To say she was excited was putting it mildly. Shawn was yet to prune her flowers, yet she was the brightest in the field. She wore her clothes in record time and took Shawn's hands out of the Limo.The make out session in the Limo was good; but he had to finish what he started. He cannot drive her to the moon and leave her hanging at the edge of the cliff. She wanted so badly to release the pressure building up inside her.The hotel was not exactly what she expected someone in Shawn's calibre to pass the night. Oriental Hotel was the least of the beast, and the best of the least to whom it may concern. Even if he was trying to desert his house to avoid relieving his sister's ominous death, he could have stayed with her. Climbing the steps, she discarded the thoughts and focused on their reunion. They could talk about his accommodation later. If Shawn was willing to take off from where they left off, she could 'cute-talk' her way into conv
Caroline blinked, as though the image of Shawn in front of her was a mirage. What she recalled of him was a lean boy in oversized clothes, wearing his golden blonde hair over his face and a glass on his nose. Shawn and boldness were enemies never to be found in the same room. He had Michael and her to defend him from the likes of Clifford and his group of debase trouble shooters. That was eight years ago. A lot of improvements had taken place over the course of his absence.She found herself gravitating towards him, skimming her hands over his chest, sliding them over his shoulders, bringing them to his macho arms. The old Shawn was gone. In his place was a dashing Grecian birch firm in all places.Her hands went lower to his abdomen, as she stared into his black irises. "Are you doing this on purpose to turn me on?" He smirked, his eyes calm and calculating. "I don't have to do anything to get your attention. You have always loved me for who I was."Caroline smiled. Nicki and Maddy
Michael ran faster than the speed of light, using the sound of gunshots and objects splintering to guide himself. He was shirtless and cold, but he would be damned if he was too late to get to Avery. For someone short on good food for more than forty eight hours, with his energy tank at an all time low, Michael gratefully banked on the residue of energy he had left.He burst into a dense forest and paused, spinning on the spot to check out his surrounding, inhaling the fresh musk and woody scent. Shocked at the new environment, Michael realized they were not at junkyard. While he was out cold, Shawn had transported him to some remote forest he wasn't sure where it was. "Where are we?" He asked himself, his breath ragged.An explosion rent the air, shaking the earth. He stopped breathing, as Avery crossed his mind. He could only pray she was not exposed to the cross fire. He would never be able to live normally if she lost as little as a strand of hair from on her precious head. Judg
"You're bluffing, right?" Shawn chuckled blandly. He stomped over to Shawn, breathing fire into Khalid's face. Khalid's composure didn't falter. He was unusually calm for someone who just launched a nuclear reactor, like it meant nothing.Sighing, Khalid dipped his hand into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took out a paper, which turned out to be a folded picture. He brushed past Shawn and came to Michael's front. "Does this clear your doubts?"Michael had many things to say; many questions to ask, but his vocal cords betrayed him. The picture is old- forty years or more- but he recognized them at first glance. Right there in the picture is young Sister Martha and young Khalid in some beach."We took this picture when we sneaked out of the house to spend time together," Khalid offered in a solemn voice.Michael frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean sneak out?""This is bullshit!" Shawn cried, unknowingly interrupting Khalid from speaking. "I can't believe this! I'
Michael blinked awake on his knees, straining from chains joining his wrists to a stone wall behind him. Aside the small dim yellow light in the dark space, smelling of rot, blood and death, the room was grim dark. He hung down from the weight, his head lowered to the ground, dripping with water. His shoulders hurt from the awkward stretch. He was about to drag himself upright when he noticed he was completely restricted. His ankles were locked in chains, attach to sockets on the concrete ground. Save his briefs, Michael was otherwise naked. Sweat poured from his body, leaving trails of fire over the fresh bruises he sustained on his back. The room exuded heat that could shame the blaze of Summer. Avery's face drifted into his subconscious. He had many things he needed to apologize for. He was a total jerk, and there was no justification for the pain he caused her. She deserves more than a loser like him.The pain jolted him fully awake. "Where am I?" he asked, scanning the room fo
Michael drove past his speed limit and beat the distance to the abandoned junkyard in record time. It was dark and cloudy, thunder tumbling high above. He saw red. His teeth clamped so hard his gums hurt. If the steering wheel were human, it would scream in pain at the intensity of Michael's naked grip on it. The clouds parted, and rain descended in torrents. "Shawn!" Michael parked the car in front of the junkyard. The lights were was on. Hardly had the engine died when he jumped out of the car with fatal vexation and tight balls of fury for hands. "Show yourself!"He took the earthen walkway to the front of an old office, walled by rows and columns of condemned cars stacked on top of each other. He gritted his teeth, bounding towards the entrance.The rain plastered his hair to his face, running above his eyes. He was less concerned about it, not the prickly sensation around his abdomen, reminding him that his healing was incomplete. To hell with his pain! There would be no rest
That morning...Cooking had never been more stressful. What used to be her favorite past time was now a burdensome chore. Avery scrunched her nose as she turned strips of bacon frying in olive oil on the gas. The offensive aroma irritated her gut and upset her stomach, making her want to puke. It would be her third vomit in two brief hours.Avery turned off the gas stove and lifted a hand to her temple, massaging it. Her knees were weak, and there was a banging ache in her head. Constantly, she wiped beads of sweat from her brows with the back of her hand. She woke up with a nauseous sensation and had emptied her dinner in the toilet. It was not the first time. The vomiting started the previous week. Her instincts told her what it likely was, but she was adamant to shove it aside, until the vomiting became frequent. She took the pregnancy test on her toilet seat and it came out positive. She cried for hours, berating herself for the mistake of that morning. The sex was so good that
Michael collected the file, sharing nervous glances with Pedro. The long awaited moment was here. He was nervous and excited at the same time, not sure of what to find. In a couple of minutes, the truth would be revealed. "How did you get his hair in the first place?" Michael asked, sating his curiosity. Ever since his misunderstanding with Avery, he lost track of the outside world."It doesn't matter now," Pedro shifted on the stool, urging Michael to open the envelope. "Just open the damn thing."Michael squinted his brows at Belinda. His subconscious told him she already knew the truth. "Who is he?" he asked.Belinda smacked her forehead. "My employees would never ask me dumb questions. I'd fire them without batting an eye." Pedro whistled, as Michael growled. "They are my employees. I call the ultimate shot.""And they fear me," Belinda held his gaze, unwavering. "Last time I checked, you made me chief."Furious, Michael tore the brown envelop, and fished out the folded white p
"Thank you for saving my ass again, man," Michael drooled, tasting alcohol on his tongue. "What would I have done without you?"Pedro had come over to check up on him. His wounds had completely healed, but the tear on his heart still bled. Two weeks has passed since he heard from Avery. Many times, he thought of going to her house and dragging her to his place, but his fragile ego would not be bruised."You'd have been long dead," Pedro laughed. Michael joined in the laugh, although not from the depth of his heart. "I got your back man.""By the way, thank you for sending the beacon home," Michael slurred on his drink. "That was thoughtful of you.""I knew we'd need help," Pedro shrugged. "So I went prepared.""I missed out in all the fun," Michael snorted. "Fredrico did me dirty." They laughed as they reminisced on the incident in the warehouse. "Did we catch any of them?" Pedro sighed, and shook his head. Michael nodded, getting the message. "They escaped...again." He downed the gl
The one good thing about coming back from the dead is the reception of Avery slithering on Michael's dick. The hospital romp was good. He finally had the chance to fulfill his fantasies. But right now, it's a new ball game entirely. Waking up to your favorite person, smelling exactly like you, beautiful by a landslide, bouncing her ass on your dick has to be the best thing yet.Although recovering, Michael molted at the sight of Avery. He needed a bath and some food. But the sumptuous meal presented to him was better than whatever was in the tray. She was a full course he couldn't resist...even if he tried to.She sat right on top of him, closing her knees together, as her cream rolled down his dick to the crack of his butt. She was dripping wet and fucking tight, just the way he liked it.He thwacked her ass, opening her legs. "Ride that dick, bitch."Avery spread her thighs and placed her hands on his chest, her body glistening with sweat. She parted her lips, and leaned for a kiss.
Michael curled the gown up to her waist, exposing her dripping pussy to the coolness in the room. Her pussy was bare before him, wet with need and a deep penetration. He made her cum several times in the hospital, hitting her sweet candy till she became lightheaded, like a junkie in his own paradise, basking in a sky of rainbows and sunshine.However, Avery felt she was being selfish with her needs. Michael needed all the rest he could get. His body was still repairing itself from the damage it had accumulated."Michael," she began, "I think we should-" Avery gripped the sheets for support, as the tip of his tongue passed over her soaked front. Heaven collided with earth, sparking a colourful hue at the back of her head. The euphoria it brought slammed her against her will, her tongue plastered to the roof of her mouth.He swatted her ass with one hand, introducing his middle finger into her pussy, sliding it at a painstakingly slow temper that got her reeling for orgasm. "We should