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
Shawn grabbed his cock by the hilt and pulled out of Caroline, teasing the entrance on her vagina with the cap. She shivered, making him smirk. "I'm not going to forgive you that easily, Caroline."He plunged into her the second time, and pulled out, slapping the shaft on her ass, the cream from her vagina coating the organ. Her cunt was just the way he liked it- smooth, tight, and creamy wet. All the women he had a thing during his self exile into solitude were lacking in one of those three requirements. None of them were like Caroline. Holding a girlfriend was a chore he failed woefully at. Whenever they made love- scratch that- whenever they had sex, the name on his lips was Caroline, which pissed the women off. Sometimes, he said her name deliberately, especially with women he was trying to shed off his back. And it worked. No woman likes the name of another woman being moaned when being made love to.Caroline flashed into his dreams occasionally, reminding him of the jolly old
"Do you take Caroline Frost as your legally wedded wife, before God and man, till death do you part," the priest asked.It was a beautiful Summer beach wedding with two columns of plastic chairs, facing the soon-to-be couple- Shawn and Caroline. The sun was high above them, casting golden rays on the faces of family and friends beautifully dressed for the occasion. The bride's family took the from rows of the left column. Gwen and a couple more of Caroline's relatives sat at the front rows, waving at Caroline. Nicki and Maddy were behind them, filming the union with their phones.His family sat on the right column. Darkstone and Mama were his only family. Some respectable members of the cartel graced the wedding, offering moral support. His eyes shifted to the empty seat that should have been occupied by his late parents and sister. Mama gave him a comforting smile, and he nodded in respect."Shawn?" Caroline's voice altered his thoughts. He returned his focus to Caroline, holding a
"How're you feeling?"Pedro asked Michael, passing him a coffee foil cup.Michael collected it from him. "Much better than before." He sat beside him in the reception. The number of people in the hall had reduced by half. He counted ten of them, including himself, Pedro, and the receptionist behind the desk. He left Avery to sleep in the ward and came down to meet Pedro. Belinda had returned to the restaurant, and Zephyr was keeping guard of the hospital with some trusted hands. The only person absent was Dianne. His pulse picked up a pace. "Where's Dianne?" he asked Pedro."Sleeping in her ward." he replied. "Don't worry about her. I asked Zephyr to watch over her. She's fine. "The tension melted from his shoulders. He took a sip, welcoming the warmth flushing down his parched throat. Latte. Just what he'd been looking for. "How did you know I'll be needing this?"Pedro release a breath. "Because I'm a genius?" "Because you're a genius." Michael cackled. "You know me too much."Pe
"Pull up here," Michael instructed, wearing the nose mask. "We can't go too close, or we'll blow our cover.""Understood." Pedro killed the engine. They had a three yard distance to cover to the warehouse. "We will be needing a gun?"Michael halted. He bit back the rude remark simmering in his chest. "Are you asking me that now? What do you think we're here for? Take pictures of the ?"Pedro pulled up by the shoulder of the road and killed the engine. "I'm scared, okay. I'm freaking the fuck out.""Told yah!" Michael shrugged. Pedro touched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. You're not helping."Michael laughed. "You'll pull through. Have a little bit of faith, and a little bit of fear."Pedro exhaled slowly. "This is my first rodeo. I- I don't know what to do." He raked his hands through his hair. "Any kind words?"Michael released a breath. He was short on time with the mission. The longer he spent motivating Pedro, the slimmer his chances of nabbing the Khalid. Drug dealers wasted
Michael and Pedro crawled into the warehouse unheard...or so they thought.Hiding behind a row of old stacked sacks, they squatted with the rifles in hand, ready for assault. Michael scanned the surrounding. They were relatively hidden, as the halogen lamps above them were not working, covered in cobwebs."Have you connect into their server?" Michael asked, scanning the area with the gun raised. Pedro's fingers tapped away at the screen. "I'm in, baby," he grinned, wiggling a brow. "Pedro did this one." Michael rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Man. You're in the field now, not in the base."Pedro snorted. "Always uptight. Can't you take a jo-"Michael raised his pointer to his lips, shutting him up as Khalid's voice filtered into their ears, gruff as they remembered. Michael's jaw ticked, his finger firm on the trigger. "Not to say I don't trust you, but I have to know if those diamonds are real," Khalid said, whipping his nose with his thumb, as his manner was. On a Safari hat, he wa
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