Liberated

by Dez Burke

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  Flint’s head loomed lower and he covered her mouth with his in a kiss so passionate and fierce it made her head spin. His hands cupped her ass, massaging the heavy globes and pulling her up on tiptoe to ravage her mouth possessively. He was as masterful as ever, taking everything and giving even more. After a moment, he pulled his lips away and shot a quick glance around the parking lot.

  “Over here,” he said. Flint took her by the hand and tugged her to the other side of the truck, out of the direct glare of the streetlight. He opened the passenger door and backed her up against the seat then switched off the interior light. Lifting up her thick hair, he blazed a path with his mouth from her jawline to the base of her neck, burying his nose there and drinking in her essence.

  “The things you do to me,” he groaned, pulling her tighter against him so she could feel the straining erection in his jeans. “I’ll never get my fill of you. Not in a million years.”

  Her breath hitched in her throat because she felt exactly the same way.

  Using both hands, he pushed her shirt and bra up. Grabbing her breasts, he fondled and massaged the large orbs forcefully, stimulating the nipples until they enlarged into hard aching thimbles.

  Without warning, he whipped her around in one smooth motion so that she faced the truck seat. Jerking down her pants, he nudged her feet apart with a booted foot and placed his left hand in the small of her back.

  God! He was making her hot and soaking wet!

  She never knew what to expect from Flint or what he might do. His wild impulsiveness turned her on, especially when he became dominating and a little rough.

  “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear. His words sent a shiver down her spine. Without waiting for a reply, he leaned down so that he was almost covering her body with his and rammed a finger deep inside her cunt, then followed that up by sliding another finger in. With a sawing motion, he savagely finger-fucked her pussy, with her legs and body hanging halfway out of the truck.

  “Tell me what would make you feel better,” he whispered again. “Anything. I’ll do it.”

  Before she could answer, the sound of voices broke through the silence. Two police officers had left the station and were walking to their patrol car parked at the other end of the lot. Flint peeked up through the window to see which car they were heading toward.

  “We’re going to get caught,” Kendra said in a panic. She struggled to move away from him so she could pull up her pants. Being arrested for public indecency was the last thing either of them needed at the moment.

  Flint grabbed her with his free hand to prevent her from moving. “Be quiet,” he ordered. “Stay down where they can’t see you.” He waited only a split second before sliding his fingers almost all the way out and plunging them in again, filling her completely.

  “Oh Jesus!” she moaned in pleasure, knowing that no matter what the consequences would be, he wasn’t going to stop. This was sweet torture.

  “Shh...” he whispered again in warning.

  Kendra bit her lip to keep from crying out and buried her head in the truck seat as he jammed his fingers all the way in to the knuckle. When she couldn’t keep from moaning again, he pressed his hand against her mouth to stifle the sounds.

  Flint furiously ravaged her with his fingers, keeping up a steady pumping motion. Kendra loved the sheer eroticism of their act, knowing the police were mere feet away. When he suddenly removed his fingers and shifted his weight, Kendra twisted her head around to look at him.

  “I’m going to fuck you raw,” was all he said in a low voice.

  God! Yes, please.

  Kendra let out a willing whimper of surrender.

  He quickly unzipped his pants and brought his long cock out with one hand. The next instant, he lined himself up behind her and thrust himself into her slick, slippery pussy. All it took was one long powerful stroke and he was buried into her up to his balls.

  From somewhere behind her, she heard him mutter, “Oh fuck...” before shoving deeply in and out of her cunt, filling the truck with the sounds of their lust.

  His powerful thrusts pitched his body against hers, strong enough to push her into the truck seat with each plunge. She listened to the sounds they made as he fucked her, the ragged hiss of his breath, the wet sounds from her cunt every time his cock slammed into her, and the sound of his skin smacking against the back of her thighs and buttocks.

  Only a few cars down from them, the chattering voices droned on. Occasionally, one of the officers would laugh loudly. How could the policemen not hear them? Kendra wondered.

  It was hot wild sex, primitive and primal.

  Flint buried his face in the back of her neck, his breathing now uneven and choppy. She vaguely heard him grit out her name, but she was so past conscious thought her head was buzzing. Flint must have felt how tightly her walls gripped him because he groaned deeply, kneading her hips so hard she could feel the imprint of each finger.

  Unable to catch her breath, she was helpless to hold off the shuddering sensations racking her body. The sweet pleasure swelled within her until she was bursting with the force of her orgasm.

  As Kendra’s pussy walls begin pulsing around his cock, she involuntarily cried out again. He grabbed her hair and twisted her head sideways so he could capture her lips in a kiss, sealing off her sounds of passion

  With one last thrust, his cock jerked and swelled then filled her cunt with hot cum. She felt him throbbing inside her, pulsing with heat. He continued to stroke inside her until he was completely spent and exhausted.

  “Don’t pull out yet,” Kendra whispered.

  “I could stay inside you forever,” was his answer.

  After several minutes, he slid out and zipped himself up. He helped her do the same and tugged her closer to him. He pointed to the now empty parking lot. “I guess our spectators are gone,” he said. So caught up in their passion, neither of them had noticed when the policemen had driven away.

  Kendra laughed. “We’re damn lucky we didn’t get caught. Will you come home with me and stay the night?” she asked, unwilling to pull away from his warmth just yet.

  “I would love to, darling,” he replied, rubbing a hand up and down her back under her sweater. “But I can’t. Sam is probably waiting up for me to fill him in on what’s going on with Jesse. And I need to make sure I have something clean and suitable to wear for Jesse’s court appearance in the morning. I can’t go into court dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.”

  “You own a suit?” Kendra asked with a laugh.

  Flint chuckled. “I own lots of expensive suits, ties, and dress shoes. For God’s sake, don’t tell any of the crew about it though. If you do, I’ll deny it.”

  “I’m finding it very hard to visualize you as a lawyer. It’s going to take some getting used to.”

  “Don’t get too used to it,” Flint said, suddenly serious. “This is a one time thing. I don’t have any intention of going back into the legal field. I’ll do what needs to be done and that’s it. Once this is over with Jesse, I’m hanging my suits and ties back up.”

  “Did you leave your job in Atlanta because of the Liberators?” she suddenly asked.

  “Yes,” he answered after a moment. “They murdered Tommy, my best friend in the MC, in a shootout over in Tennessee several months ago. When that happened, I had to make a choice.”

  “You mean to be on one side of the law or the other?”

  “In a way,” he replied. “And now Jesse is sitting in jail. I’m hopeful the judge will drop the charges. All they have on him are phone records. Leah and Jesse had talked several times by cell phone, and he texted her asking to meet a few hours before she was killed. That’s why he’s the number one murder suspect right now.”

  “You can’t let the Liberators get away with this.”

  “We don’t intend to,” Flint answered. “The MC is going to annihilate them. To wipe them off the face of the earth. To put their club out of
business completely.”

  “How bad will it get?”

  “Possibly as bad as you can imagine,” he admitted. “And it won’t happen overnight. This kind of thing could take months, even years. The war with the Liberators has been years in the making, and it may take that long to finish it once and for all.”

  “How are you ever going to end it?”

  He pulled her closer against his chest. “There are some things you can’t know. It’s better and safer for you that way. All I can tell you is that the plan has been put into motion. There were thirteen men in the Liberators. Four were killed on the mountain. That leaves nine to take care of. ”

  “Are you going to murder them?” Kendra whispered.

  “That’s one option, no doubt,” he replied honestly. “It’s not the only way to wipe out their club though. It doesn’t always have to be a shootout with bullets flying. I’m a lawyer, remember? And they’re involved in some very nasty underworld shit. Not just drugs and gun running. The word on the street is that they’re holding underage girls, keeping them doped up and passing them around like property. To wipe them out, all we have to do is make sure every member is off the street, either dead or in prison for a very long time.”

  “You’re close to getting them, aren’t you?”

  “I hope so. That’s why I need to keep a close eye on you for a while. Either me or one of my crew. That okay with you?”

  “I guess so,” she agreed. “If it means you’ll keep your mind on what you’re doing and not worrying about me, then of course I’ll go along with it.”

  “Okay then. Let’s get you on home. I’ll follow on my bike to make sure you get there and I’ll let you know how things are going with Jesse as soon as we know something in the morning.”

  Kendra grabbed his hand. “Stay safe, baby.”

  “I will, I promise. I have too much to lose now.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Kendra lifted up the last of the three baby squirrels and tucked it into the laundry basket filled with soft towels. Since no one else had volunteered to take the group home for the night, it looked like the job was up to her. She really didn’t mind. Taking care of the baby squirrels for the evening would keep her mind busy and off worrying about Flint and Jesse.

  She’d been wondering all day about what was going on with Jesse’s court appearance and so far hadn’t heard anything. In the past few days, she’d learned one thing about Flint. He might not call and check in with her often, but if he said he’d call, he would.

  “Dr. Shaw?” A volunteer poked her head into Kendra’s office. “There’s someone here to see you.”

  “A client? I thought we were through with vet appointments for the day. I don’t see anyone else on my schedule.”

  “No, not a client.” The young girl grinned like she had a big secret. “Maybe he’s a salesman. I don’t know. Trust me, you’ll want to make an exception and see this guy. Shall I send him in? Then I’ll need to head on home.”

  Kendra rolled her eyes. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like I have anything else in the world to do except waste time with a copier salesman,” she muttered as the young girl hurried back out the door.

  After checking the thermometer lying in the basket with the squirrels, she decided they might not be warm enough for the ride home. She grabbed a pink heat disc from the shelf to put under the towels and headed for the kitchen to stick it in the microwave. A knock on the door stopped her. The door swung open before she had a chance to call out.

  Kendra turned around, expecting to see a slick-haired salesman in thick black glasses and carrying a briefcase. Instead, Flint stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of designer sunglasses and a twelve-hundred dollar suit.

  Hot damn! He was sexy as hell, gorgeous, and all hers. Her tongue practically rolled out of her mouth.

  “Hey, darling.”

  His honeyed tone hit her right in the gut. Two words had never held such thick, unspoken promise. He stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him. An electric current passed between them as their eyes met, primal and dangerous. His eyes traveled slowly over her ample curves.

  Kendra flew across the room and threw herself into his arms. Fisting her long hair tight with one hand, he slammed her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her with one hand and pressing his lips against hers in a hungry deep kiss. His muscled strength, the way he moved so quickly and precisely like a panther stalking his prey, thickened the haze of desire fogging her senses. His other hand slipped down to her thrust-out breasts in that dominating, possessive way that made her breathless and wet.

  She drew away after a long moment, gasping for air. “Wow! What did I do to deserve that? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “The judge dropped all charges,” he replied with a cocky grin. “Jesse’s already out of jail.”

  “What? How?”

  “I’ll tell you later. Right now I want my prize. Convincing the judge to drop the charges deserves a special reward, don’t you think?”

  “If I’m your prize, then definitely,” Kendra said. She frantically tried to loosen his tie. “You didn’t happen to see my volunteer leave the building, did you?”

  “Yep, I saw her get in her car and drive away.”

  “Then it’s on, baby.”

  She whipped the tie off and threw it onto the floor then went to work on the buttons of his shirt. She felt him yank down her scrub pants along with her white silk panties before cupping her ass with both hands and lifting her completely off the floor.

  Kendra gave up on his shirt buttons and went straight for his belt and zipper. “We might mess up your expensive suit,” she muttered.

  “Don’t worry,” he replied. “I don’t plan on wearing it again.”

  He braced her back against the wall for support and wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding her tight with one arm, he brought out his cock from the gap in his zipper with the other. Kendra was panting, already soaking wet and ready. In one powerful thrust, he rammed deep inside her, driving her against the wall.

  Kendra gasped and clung to his shoulders. He gripped her ass cheeks tightly in each hand and forcefully moved her up and down on his long length. Damn, he was so strong. She could feel the power pulsing through his arms, his hands.

  “Fuck, Kendra!” he groaned, leaning down to nibble her earlobe. “You’re like a drug to me. The more I have, the more I need. I dream of your sweet, tight pussy every night then I wake up rock hard, aching with need and wanting you even more.”

  Kendra closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sweet sensations of his cock plunging into her, deeper with every thrust. Flint held her with one arm and slid a hand under her shirt and bra to clutch her heaving breast with the other. He pinched and twisted her begging nipple, stretching the elongated tip until she cried out.

  She moaned, flinging her head back.

  He drilled into her again and again, holding her steady, forcing her to give herself over to his control completely. She felt helpless as he spread her ass cheeks even wider to allow deeper penetration. Kendra clung to him desperately, reaching for her release. His thrusts became wilder, more primal as he grunted and drove into her faster and harder. Her pleasure was bordering on pain, but she didn’t care. Flint was animalistic and unrepentant, with every lunge ramming her against the sheetrock.

  Flint knew she wanted it, loved it, and craved the wild power fuck as much as he did. He bent down to kiss her lips with such force, their teeth clashed. He never slowed down or eased up, grinding against her clit while inside her his cock stroked as rough and deep as physically possible.

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” he gritted out between strokes, his breathing harsh. Reaching down, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, sending her over the edge. Waves of contractions racked her pussy, each one stronger than the last. She grabbed him tighter, her nails digging into his arms. When it was over, she went limp with bliss and exhaustion, with only his muscular tattooed arms holding her up.
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  “Fuck!” he cursed as he climaxed, his face intense and inches from hers. Kendra loved it when he lost control with no restraint, no limits. Just wild unleashed passion without boundaries or holds. He bit her neck as he convulsed into her.

  It was a long time before their breathing slowed enough to move. Neither one of them wanted to be the first to break the mood by speaking. Finally, he backed over to the closest office chair and sat down, still cradling her in his arms.

  “I’m a grand prize winner,” he said, nuzzling her hair.

  “Have I ever told you how extremely sexy you are in a suit?” Kendra asked. She snuggled closer and ran a hand through his damp hair. “I can’t believe you didn’t have a million women after you when you were working in Atlanta.”

  “No, I didn’t have time for that then.”

  “And you do now?”

  He hugged her closer. “I’ll make time.”

  “So tell me how you managed to get Jesse out of jail.”

  “Two things,” Flint answered. “My flair for dramatics in court and the fact that they didn’t have enough to charge him with in the first place. I convinced the judge that the DNA evidence found on the scene would clear Jesse anyway, so why waste time looking at the wrong guy? I’m not sure how much of it the judge bought, but he agreed the cell phone records weren’t enough for now to charge him. I’m sure the police officers will have a new asshole chewed by now.”

  “Sam and the crew must be so happy and relieved about this.”

  “They are,” he said emphatically. “And that’s why I’m here. To invite you to come over to the house after work tonight to celebrate. It will be only a few of us, not the big group that was there yesterday.”

  Kendra frowned. “Darn it! I can’t! I have to babysit.”

  Flint raised his eyebrows. “Kids?” He sounded a little horrified.

  “No, not real children,” she explained. “Baby squirrels.” She pointed to the basket in the corner with the squirming babies. “They need to be fed often, so I can’t leave them alone that long.”