by B. B. Hamel
Biting my lip, I shifted myself forward. This time he didn’t make me beg. I couldn’t wait even if he did. I simply pressed myself down and felt his cock push deep inside me .
I let out a gasp and threw my legs around him. He grabbed my hips and pressed me down harder, filling me to the brim .
“That’s what I wanted,” he whispered, “this tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock .”
“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh my god, Lucas.” He began to move my hips, sliding me up and down. I fell into his rhythm, working my hips, using my legs to ride him .
He stayed sitting upright, our bodies pressed together. I rode his thick cock, sliding my body up and down, feeling his chest, his muscles, his hair. He slapped my ass and thrust hard into me. I let out soft, low moans as he began to fuck me like that .
“I want you to say my name while you come,” he whispered. “I want you to say it loud .”
I wrapped my arms around him and looked in his eyes as I rocked up and down. His hips thrust up, his hands guiding me down, and I slammed up and down along his hard shaft .
It was exactly what I needed. All my pent-up frustration and anger and his words kept ringing in my ears. He loved me. He fucking loved me, and I wanted his cock so badly I could barely stand it .
Pleasure washed through my body as we kept working like that. Our faces were inches apart, and I could feel his breath against my lips. His cock filled me up as I rode him, rocking up and down, grinding our bodies together, pushing harder, deeper .
“Lucas,” I whispered. “Oh fuck, Lucas. I’m so close .”
He pressed harder, slamming my hips down. His eyes never left mine, and I could tell what he wanted. He wanted me to come on his heavy cock, and I knew I was seconds away .
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “I love you. I really love you .”
“Come for me, Natalie,” he said. “Come on my fucking cock .”
The orgasm rolled through me faster than I could have imagined. It burst through my mind, exposing everything and cleansing everything. In that moment there was nothing but Lucas, our bodies moving together, moving in hard thrusts. He fucked me roughly as I rode him, and my whole body tensed, the orgasm taking me over .
“Lucas,” I said, over and over .
It happened so easily, so fast and perfectly. I knew I couldn’t hold it back even if I tried. I had been teetering on the edge of frustration all night, and now it was finally bursting out .
The orgasm slowly ended. As it did, he took me and rolled me onto my back, getting on top. I opened my legs wide as he kissed my body, my neck, my breasts and continued to grind himself deep inside my pussy .
“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh shit, Lucas. Are you going to come inside me ?”
“I’m going to fill this pussy up until you can’t take any more .”
He began to fuck me again, hard. I pushed my hands up against the headboard, pushing myself back against him as he fucked me. I writhed my hips, watching him look at my breasts, my pussy .
He knelt in front of me, fucking me hard, my legs spread wide. His cock slammed into me, and sweat dripped down his body. I could tell what he wanted—the same thing I wanted. He needed to come for me, to come inside me, inside my pussy. And I wanted to take every single ounce he had for me .
I kept moving my hips. “Come on, Lucas, fill my pussy up,” I said. “Fill my tight pussy up .”
“You dirty girl,” he said. “You dirty girl. I’m going to come deep in this cunt .”
“Come for me, Lucas .”
I pressed my arms on either side of my chest, pressing my tits together. I could see the hunger in his eyes eclipsing all other thought as he fucked me roughly and savagely, ravaging my body .
And finally he dipped forward, his muscles stiffening. His thrusts got deep, insistent, as he came deep inside me .
“Oh fuck, Natalie,” he said, grunting through his orgasm .
I worked my hips, helping him come .
Finally, his thrusts slowed and then stopped .
We lay there together, wrapped in each other, covered in sweat and breathing deeply. I kissed him softly. “I really do love you,” I said .
“I know .”
I kissed him again and we just lay there, feeling each other’s bodies. I knew he had to leave soon, but I wanted to feel him go soft inside me. I wanted to feel him for a little bit longer .
Because I didn’t know what the future held. Everything was so damn dangerous, and there were still so many secrets .
But in that moment, his cock still inside me but spent and satisfied, I knew the truth. I knew I’d follow him anywhere .
I knew he’d take me anywhere .
34
Lucas
I looked at Vince sitting in the seat next to me. “Fucker should be here somewhere,” I said to him .
Vince nodded. “Assuming the bitch didn’t lie .”
“She didn’t .”
We were sitting parked on the street in the area Camille had said Franklin was hiding out. I had two other squads at either end of the street, keeping a lookout for the bastard in case he wasn’t in his little rat hole .
An hour before, my mind had been completely on Natalie. We had just stayed in bed together, talking quietly as our sweat slowly dried on our bodies. Eventually, though, the real world came crashing back down, and I had to get up out of bed. I didn’t want to leave her, hated that she was unsure of what was happening, but I had some rat fuck to possibly murder, and I couldn’t wait any longer .
So I picked up Vince, briefed him and the boys, and started our little stakeout .
But it wasn’t moving fast enough. The sun had set not too long ago, and we still hadn’t seen any sign of Franklin. I was starting to think we needed to smoke him out .
“I got an idea,” I said to Vince .
He just looked at me, amused. I took out my phone and dialed the number Camille had given me for Franklin .
The asshole had the gall to answer on the second ring .
“Hello?”
“Franklin, don’t hang up,” I said quickly .
Silence on the other end .
“You know who this is. Listen to me, Franklin. We have you .”
“What are you talking about ?”
“Sawyer Street in Little Village .”
Another long silence. I let him stew on this one .
“How did you know that?” he asked .
“Tracked your phone. Well, I did. I haven’t told my father yet .”
“What do you want ?”
“Stay where you are. Stay there and talk to me. I’m coming in fifteen minutes .”
I saw Vince grin at me .
“And if I stay ?”
“I’ll protect you. I’m going to overthrow my father tonight, Franklin. And if you can speak to the other bosses, show them that my old man is a pathetic cuckold, well, maybe they’ll follow me .”
Another short pause. “I need guarantees .”
“Isn’t the fact that you’re still alive enough ?”
“Fine,” he said, a little too fast. “I’ll be here. Building 1734, apartment 3C .”
“See you soon, Franklin .”
I hung up the phone and looked at Vince .
“We go in now ?”
“Nah,” I said. “He gave me a bogus address.” I shook my head. There wasn’t a 1734 on the block. “But I think we might have scared him .”
Not five minutes later, Vince’s phone rang. “Yeah?” he said. “Grab him.” He hung up and looked at me. “You lucky bastard .”
“He make a run for it ?”
“He made a run for it .”
I laughed. “Dumb bastard. Who’s got him ?”
“Joey and Carlos .”
“Let’s go .”
I started the engine and pulled out into traffic. I headed down the block and spotted Joey and Carlos standing with another man next to their car. We pulled up behind them .
Sure enough, it
was Franklin. He didn’t look roughed up at all, which was good. I climbed out of my car and walked over to him .
“Lucas,” he said. “Man, I’m sorry .”
“Idiot.” I punched him in the gut, hard. “You should have stayed in your little hole .”
He coughed and struggled for breath. “I can help you,” he said finally .
“Yeah, you can.” I nodded to Carlos and Joey, and the boys tossed him into the back of their car. “You’re going to disappear for a while, and when you return, you’re going to tell me where the fuck you hid the shipment .”
He stared at me, but I was already walking away. Joey and Carlos pulled out into traffic, heading back toward the safe house .
Poor Franklin had no clue what he was in for .
Vince stood next to me. “One problem down .”
“Yeah,” I said, “but shit doesn’t get any easier from here .”
“One thing at a time .”
“Sure.”
We walked back to my car and pulled out into traffic .
Vince and I got some dinner before heading over. We had to kill some time to give Joey and Carlos the opportunity to work Franklin over .
By the time we got there, Carlos was sitting in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine .
“What’s up?” I said to him .
“Joey’s down there,” he responded .
“Our guest ?”
“Ready to sing like a fucking bird.” Carlos grinned wickedly .
I looked at Vince, who rolled his eyes. We headed down into the basement, down the familiar steps, and saw Franklin chained to a chair. Joey was standing off to the side, trimming his nails .
“Boss,” Joey said. Franklin looked up .
“Don’t stand,” I said to Franklin. “You look like shit .”
He spit blood onto the ground. Joey and Carlos had worked him over all right; really, they’d beaten the ever-living fucking shit out of him. I was surprise Franklin was even still conscious .
I pulled a chair over and sat across from him. “Ready to talk?” I asked him .
“Why bother?” he said slowly. “You’ll just kill me afterward .”
“Maybe,” I said. “But we’ll kill you much more slowly if you don’t help us out .”
“I have nothing to say .”
I glanced at Joey and he just shrugged. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the notebook. “Do you recognize this ?”
I could tell from his initial reaction that he did. “Never seen it before,” he said .
“Liar.” I pulled out my knife. “Lie again, and I cut you .”
“It’s not mine .”
I sighed and ran the blade along his thigh. He screamed .
“You’re not doing yourself any favors, Franklin .”
“Okay, fuck, okay,” he said. “Okay, it’s mine .”
“There we go. Good.” I flipped to a page. “What does this say ?”
“It’s a list of names. Guys with the Russians .”
“Why are they listed here, Franklin ?”
“I was watching them .”
“That seems strange, considering you’re just a driver .”
“I wasn’t watching them for you guys, you fucking cunt .”
I frowned and cut his thigh again. He cried out in pain .
“That was just for being annoying,” I said .
“Fuck you, Lucas .”
“I know it was you. I know you stole the oil. I know you’re working with some Russians. What I don’t know is where it’s all hidden .”
“Why would I tell you ?”
“Because maybe you can save your worthless life .”
That gave him pause. “You want me to roll on my crew, and you let me live ?”
“Franklin, listen. I already have your crew.” I waved the notebook in front of him. “I just need the location of the oil. Then I’ll let you live .”
That was when I saw it. It was barely there, barely visible in his bloodied, swollen eyes .
But it was there .
It was hope .
“Come on, Franklin,” I said. “Save everyone some fucking trouble and tell me where the shit is .”
“Give me your word .”
I stood up, sliding my chair away. “You have it .”
“I’ll talk,” he said .
I smiled at him. “Good choice. Tell Joey what you know. I have some calls to make .”
I turned and headed back up the steps, followed by Vince .
“Easy enough,” Vince said. “But now how are you going to play it ?”
“Call Arturo. Set a meeting for tonight .”
Vince raised an eyebrow. “Seriously ?”
“Do it .”
He walked off and I sat down with Carlos, pouring myself a hefty glass of wine. He grinned at me and I smiled back .
The night was almost fucking over .
We pulled up into the empty construction site in our cars. We were early, which was how I liked it. I nodded to Joey and Carlos, who both moved out with high-powered rifles to cover us from a distance and to make sure there wasn’t an ambush .
I shoved Franklin down to his knees. He was duct taped and tied up, so he wasn’t saying much. Vince looked around .
“Ominous,” he said. “I hate these places .”
“They’re fine during the day .”
“Noisy during the day .”
I laughed and we waited. Ten more minutes we waited, until finally we saw lights come up the road .
“Ready?” I said to Franklin, kicking him .
He grunted in response .
“You sure about this?” Vince said to me .
“Not at all .”
The cars pulled up and guys poured out of them. They were all in battle gear, holding rifles and wearing Kevlar vests. Finally, my father emerged from the center car and walked toward us .
We were outnumbered ten to one at least .
“This is a surprise,” Arturo called out .
“I brought you something,” I said, kicking Franklin again .
“Is that the traitor fuck ?”
“It’s him .”
Arturo frowned. “What the fuck do I want with that ?”
“We know where the oil is .”
He looked surprised. “Do you now ?”
“And we know who the traitors are .”
Arturo looked at me and then gestured. Vince and I walked forward, Franklin in tow. We stopped just in front of him. Alfonse and Ernesto were standing on either side of him, and none of the other men could hear what we were saying .
“Okay, son,” Arturo said. “Talk .”
“Franklin here is working with some guys in our organization, along with some Russian guys, to steal from both the mobs .”
Arturo raised an eyebrow. “Ambitious .”
“It’s been working, too,” I said. “Until they got a little too cocky .”
“How did you find this out ?”
I held up the notebook. “Natalie found this in Franklin’s car. She translated it, basically solved the whole damn thing .”
“Show me .”
I tossed him the notebook and he paged through it. He passed it to Alfonse, who just frowned at it before passing it to Ernest .
“It’s in fucking Russian,” Ernest said .
Arturo silenced him with a finger. “Can you take us to the shipment ?”
“I can,” I said .
“So what’s the deal then ?”
“It’s this: I’ll give you everything if you pardon the girls .”
Arturo laughed. “I don’t fucking care about them. They’re pardoned .”
I nodded. “And you’ll bless my marriage to Natalie .”
That surprised everyone .
“The fuck you doing, boss?” Vince whispered .
“Married?” Arturo asked .
“Before I knew who she was, we got married in Vegas. And I plan on staying married .”
Arturo
shook his head. “I won’t have a traitorous bitch in my crew .”
I pulled out my pistol faster than anyone could react. By the time Ernest and Alfonse were aiming at me, I had already pressed my gun to Franklin’s skull .
I pulled the trigger .
Franklin’s face bloomed red. He collapsed to the ground, dead .
“Hold your fire!” Arturo yelled .
There was a tense moment, and then Arturo began to laugh .
I smiled at him .
“This is the traitor,” I said, “dead at your feet. Natalie is innocent, and she’s mine .”
“Very well,” Arturo said. “You can have her .”
“One more thing,” I said to him. “You’re not going to like this, but, please, I insist that you wait until I’ve explained .”
He frowned. “Very well .”
I held my hand up and then lowered it quickly .
Shots rang out in the night .
Four men standing by the cars fell dead with bullets in their skulls .
“Hold!” Arturo yelled. Ernest and Alfonse were on the verge of freaking out .
“Before you all start shooting,” I yelled, “those men were traitors. I have the proof .”
“He’s telling the truth,” Arturo yelled .
The men shuffled, but nobody opened fire. I could tell we were on the brink of war. Arturo wheeled on me .
“Killing anyone else tonight ?”
“That’s it. For tonight .”
“You will never disobey me like this again. Do you understand me?” Arturo said .
“Yes, Father .”
“Ernest, Alfonse, go see to your men .”
They simply turned and walked away. I could see the fear in their eyes .
“Maybe I misunderstood you, son,” Arturo said to me. “Or maybe I was right. A wife really had made a man out of you .”
“Vince will show you where the stolen oil is,” I said to him .
I smirked, turned, and walked away. I heard Arturo’s footsteps recede back toward the trucks, Vince in tow .
I got into my car, my heart racing .
But it was over. Arturo would keep his word, although I had broken mine. Franklin was a traitor, and a man’s word meant nothing when it was given to a traitor .
I started the car and began to drive back toward Camille and Natalie .
They were safe now. Camille would have to leave the city, but Natalie was going to stay with me .