Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2)

by Dobson, Shannon

  “Abigail, baby, I'm going to make you feel so good.” I run my hand through her long blonde hair, securing it around her skull, bringing her lips to mine once again. I kiss her, not hard or harsh, but deep and passionate, my entire soul shining through, telling her of my feelings. “God, Abbi, I’ve wanted this for so long. Please, just give it to me now.” I beg her. I don't want to beg anyone for anything, even my goddamn life, but right now, in this precise moment, my body begs hers for anything, even just a simple fucking touch.

  Abigail Adams owns me, all of me.

  “You don't have to tell me twice, Antonio, I want you in me now.” Oh fuck, it’s happening.

  She lifts up on her knees, her pussy leaving the length of my encouraged cock. “Undress me, Angel,” I ask her, anything to have her hands on me, anywhere and everywhere.

  “Yes, Sir,” she tells me obediently, climbing from my lap entirely. I will do anything to be her ‘Sir’ for eternity. To have her, own her, possess her, but there is no way it will ever happen. She is so in love with Leighton you would have to be blind not to see it. Plus, Leighton is like a brother to me, I can't do that to him, I won't even tell him how much it hurts not to hold her in my arms every night and bury my dick so far in her I can feel her womb welcoming me.

  She kneels by my feet again, becoming too good at it, and un-tucks my polo shirt from my jeans. Her hands fumble with the button and zipper, clearly desperate to get them off me. I assist her by lifting my arse from the cushion when she tries to pull them off. The denim is in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by my shirt within seconds. I am naked, my golden skin glistening with sweat as the heat inside my core spreads further to the surface, begging for release before I self-combust, because believe me, no matter what they say, it is fucking possible and I’m about to live it.

  My dick is harder than tungsten, jutting to attention at her steely, greedy gaze. She moves forward, leaning towards me. My heart rate spikes, my breath speeding and coming out in desperate gasps for air as I prepare myself for what is coming.

  I have seen the way she does this, how well Leighton has trained her beautiful mouth. I know she won't be able to take my entire length, but God, even just having the head of my desperate cock in there will be enough to make it go off like a rocket.

  Her tongue darts out as she reaches for my cock, licking from my balls up to the swollen vein underneath my shaft. My body thrusts forward from the chair as pleasure shoots through my veins and smoulders my entire being. “Oh fuck, baby, take me in your mouth.” I lace my fingers in her locks and massage her head. Her body shakes under my caress, her nipples puckering and brushing my knees as she opens her mouth and surrounds my dick.

  She looks up at me admiringly as she forces herself down on me. I can tell she is trying her best for me, trying to impress me with her skills. I am ten inches for god sake, there isn’t a human alive that is able to take me in completely, man or woman, but Abbi manages all but two inches. I am impressed and in awe of her desire to please me.

  She lathes me, her tongue flicking around the head as she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard. “Abigail, sweetheart, that is incredible. Keep going.” I begin to thrust upwards to meet her downward plunges. I can't help it, she just feels so good wrapped around me that I need to be in her completely, to possess every inch I can before she is taken from me.

  I feel her gag as she takes more than she ever has, my dick pushing past her tonsils. I pull out immediately, not wanting her to choke. I stroke her cheek as a few stray tiny tears trail from her eyes, a sign I have gone too far. “Sorry, Angel.” I wipe away the droplets, then lift my wet thumb to my mouth and kiss them away.

  “It’s okay, but Antonio I want you in me now,” she tells me, standing up to her full height. She climbs atop me, her thighs either side of mine, both of us naked this time. Our heat and arousal mingles in the air, the scent an intoxicating blend. She lifts up on her knees again, the entrance of her pussy brushing the tip of my cock. “Ready?” she asks me. I find it sweet she is concerned for me, but there really is no need to be, not physically anyway, but right now my emotions can wallow because I am about to plunge inside of the best pussy there possibly is.

  “Uh-huh,” I tell her nodding, my hands fisting her hips, the supple flesh fitting in my hands perfectly. She uses one of her hands to reach between my legs, clasping my cock before wiggling herself over it, her warmth surrounding me and swallowing me whole. She drops down on me so hard my shaft hits her cervix causing her to jump.

  “Bit too eager, sweetheart. He’s a little bigger than Leighton, you might want to get used to him before you start swallowing him whole, okay?” I whisper in her ear, not wanting to offend her boyfriend sitting with my girlfriend, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hands stroking against her naked bare pussy as the other squeezes at her amazing tits. Her wandering hand is groping his cock, stroking it for all it is worth, their heavy breathing filtering through the surrounding air. Her spare hand is stroking against his abs, each muscle causing her hand to dip and rise.

  I swallow the lump in my throat at the eroticism of it. She looks so fucking good on him. I can't wait to watch her bouncing on the dick I know feels so fucking good inside of you. I am slightly jealous at the thought, but then I’m reminded of how lucky I am as Abbi begins to grind slowly on me.

  “Oops, I’ve just waited so long for this; I need it so bad, Antonio.” She pushes herself up and down slowly, edging in and out of me, getting her cunt familiar with my length and width. She stretches a little more with every movement. When she is able to seat herself fully on me, she presses her chest close to mine and grinds down hard, her pussy strangling me. Her clit rubs the top of my cock every time she pulls out a little.

  “Oh, fuck, Abbi, you feel so good, like heaven. Ride me baby girl, make me cum inside of you.” I know I'm not going to last, I am strung so tight I am sure I will self-combust, as predicted, in about three seconds.

  “I want it Antonio, I want to feel you cum inside me, baby.” That is music to my ears, not only to be fucking the girl who holds the majority of my heart and has plagued my every thought and dream, but also to fill her with my seed and have my warm spunk trickling out of her.

  “You got it, baby. Now fuck me. I need to feel all of you around me.” I surround her waist with my arms and lift her up a little, controlling her. I lift my hips every time she lowers, my dick pushing in so deep I am sure it is in her uterus right now. I am proud of my size, I am well above average and I know how to use it. I really want to bend her sexy little arse over and rip her pussy to shreds, pounding inside of her. But right now, feeling her grinding and riding me, slow and sexy, her wet heat surrounding me and smothering me, I feel on cloud nine. There will hopefully be another time I’ll get to have her, get to fuck her good and proper, but right now this is making love, this is slow, passionate and so intimate I think, for maybe a second, she feels the same for me.

  Her moans are so hot, her tiny little screams spilling forth every time I go a little too deep and smash inside her. The way she repeatedly says my name, moaning for more or for me to fuck her harder has me approaching my climax far too quickly. It’s kind of embarrassing.

  I repeatedly thrust inside of her, her hips rise from me as I slam up. Her sheath is tight, smooth and so fucking wet. I reach my orgasm so fast I don't see it coming, literally.

  “Fuck, Abbi. Baby, I'm coming. Argghhh.” I feel myself erupt inside of her with such force, her pussy unable to contain the entirety of the load as it spills out around my softening dick.

  “Antonio, oh fuck, I'm coming too, fuck I'm coming.” She continues to moan, screaming and sometimes crying as her orgasm consumes her, her arousing smell fumigating the air around us all.

  I bring my lips to hers once more as her climax withers away, kissing her last cries and whimpers away. “God, Abbi, I want you so bad, baby,” I tell her quietly, not knowing if she hears me or really gets what I am trying to say and tell
her. I really shouldn't have said anything, but I can't hold it in anymore.

  I just hope and pray she hasn’t heard, and if she has, she won't tell Leighton. I want this to stay hidden, for me to deal with it by myself or with the help of Abbi alone.

  I will get past this; I will grow some fucking balls and get over her. I’ve been through this once before, many years ago, and I somehow did it, no matter how much it destroyed me.

  The more I think about pushing these feeling away, the more I know I can't. I love her, goddamn it. I just wish I could tell her and the world.

  Debbie

  The guy is clearly in love with her. It should hurt a lot, but it doesn’t. I had known from the first time I’d seen the way he looked at her, his eyes hungry, his pulse point hammering in his neck, his skin covered in sweat. Even the tiniest hitch in his breath as he watches her is obvious.

  I have grown to love Antonio, he is quickly becoming everything to me, and I can see in his eyes when he looks at me, that he loves me too. It might not be as strong and intense as his love for Abigail, but I know that one day, when he realises he isn’t in any way going to have that love returned, he will give up on this stupid silly fantasy of having her heart. He will love me as much, if not more, than he does her.

  This had all just been an assignment to begin with, a very simple assignment. Get in, get one of Leighton’s men to fall for me, and then kill them. ‘Hit the fucker where it hurts’ Phillip had said to me when he laid that gun in my palm and the endless amounts of cash into my bank. The decision of who that man was, was made simple when Antonio walked into the care home where I work the odd weekend, to relieve the boredom I easily face working with the stupid cunt who had assigned me to wipe Leighton out.

  The man made it even easier on me, by having Antonio shot, I didn’t have to load, cock or fire the gun. He had taken care of it all. All I had to do was leave at the designated time, steer him in the line of fire and let them take him out, how the stupid fuck had missed his heart or head I have no idea, I could see him in a fucking bush just ten yards away.

  As I had stood and watched Antonio bleeding to near death in the driveway of Leighton’s mansion, the odd heartbreak that had taken over me was very peculiar. I wasn’t expecting to feel that way. I didn’t have emotion, I was a cold heartless bitch, my only objective in life was killing, so when my heart started to crack a little watching his perfect body becoming paler and paler I panicked. I wasn’t expecting to feel that way. Sure, I had started to like him by that point, his body was enough to draw me in, but I thought I would have been able to dismiss his death easily, carry on like I did after every job.

  It was always my job, being the prettier out of the two female employees, to captivate the men, steal their hearts and then eventually their lives. Phillip liked to play dirty, and I was just a simple pawn in his deranged games. He had given Kalina ample opportunity to dispose of Leighton, and then Scott, but the stupid little whore was useless, no fight or spunk inside her whatsoever. She was more interested in having her arse beat by the pair of them than to actually see the job through.

  There is something about Antonio that makes it near impossible to kill him, to plunge the blade into his neck as he sleeps or pop a round into his head. Believe me, I have tried, when his gentle snores filled the room, but as every time I racked the slide on my glock ready to kill him, my heart had squeezed in my chest so tight, constricting my airways so badly I couldn't do it.

  Only now do I realise why I can't do it, why Antonio is different. I love the stupid giant something fierce and would actually die for him.

  I sit beside Leighton on the sofa, his hands stroking roughly at my throbbing clit, his tongue exploring my mouth. My hands are greedily gripping his cock, stroking up and down as I take advantage of his permission to do so. His foreskin glides effortlessly with my hand, revealing that all too tempting head. Sure this is fucked up beyond anything I have ever known, sitting here about to have Leighton’s cock driven into me whilst my boyfriend and Leighton’s girlfriend go at it like nymphos across the room.

  I can already hear their moans and screams of ecstasy, the slapping of their bare wet flesh as she bounces up and down on his cock. Their scent of arousal is overpowering in the air, causing my own to surge angrily between my thighs, silently pleading for Leighton to slip himself there sometime soon.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet and hot,” Leighton whispers to me, his tongue now lathing my neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at my flesh. My every nerve is on end at his caress, his warm breath spreading across my skin. His words drive me into a sex-fuelled frenzy, causing me to mount his lap as if he was a horse.

  I can tell Antonio and Abbi are close; their cries now changing into higher pitched wails, their orgasms almost erupting.

  “Fuck, Abbi. Baby, I'm coming, Argghhh.” I hear Antonio scream from his position on the opposite couch. I twist my body at the waist to look at the pair of thrashing bodies. I want to watch them both as they climax.

  Antonio’s powerful frame tenses as he spills inside of her, Abbi’s own cries following as she releases around him. Their breaths mingle as they kiss away their orgasm, their mouths mating as their tongues lick at one another, dancing in unison as they relax into one another’s bodies.

  Call me fucked up, but at this point I am about ready to combust. I grab Leighton’s cock in my hand and lift my naked body atop him, sliding down his length until he is fully inside of me.

  “Oh fuck, Leighton, you feel so good, so hard.” I grind my pussy down on him, feeling his intruding dick inside of me.

  “Hmm, you feel like heaven, so wet and so fucking tight.” He brings his lips to my neck again and violently bites at the sensitive skin there. The pain is causing my body to jolt on him, driving his cock deeper inside of me. “You are the sexiest fucking bitch I ever fucked, you dirty little sub. I'm going to teach this tight little cunt how it should be fucked.” He lifts my hips a little, giving a couple of inches space between our connecting bodies, before slamming me down as he forcefully brings his hips up to meet me. The penetration is cruel, aggressive and so fucking hot I don't think I will possibly get enough of him.

  Fuck it, if Antonio is allowed to fuck Abigail whenever he wants to now, I am going to fuck Leighton, because Jesus Christ, the man knows what to do to drive me over a precipice I didn’t even know I had.

  Don't get me wrong, Ant is a good lay, one of the best I’ve had, but he is too passionate and loving with his fucking, too soft for me. I want a man to possess me, control everything I do, fuck me until I can't walk, talk or function. Leighton is the animal I seek, a predator ready to assassinate and rip his prey apart.

  He spears harshly inside my begging pussy repeatedly, the juices flowing steadily and hungrily from me, his dick lubricated and gliding within me. Every inward thrust teases and torments my cunt, every withdrawal has my pussy squeezing tight around him, trying its hardest to prevent him from going. The feeling of fullness and perfection inside me isn’t something I want to let go of anytime soon.

  “You do not cum until I say so, Pet. You hold it in for me until I give you the word to release. You know what I will do to you if you disobey me, sweetheart and I know that pretty little arse of yours has recollections of the time you disobeyed a Dom.” He squeezes my arse harshly, his fingernails biting my flesh as he continues to slam into me, his balls slapping my skin.

  “Yes, Sir, oh fuck. Yes fuck me harder, Sir, please make me fucking raw.” I beg him, relishing in the roughness and friction his onslaught brings. I think about his words from my previous punishment. The first time I had been a brat to Ant, refused his commands and done the complete opposite. I can still remember, still feel the burning blistered skin that had coated my backside, the paddle having hit so many times, my skin was left bruised. I was unable to walk for a week let alone sit down. I was up for impact play, but that had been too far.

  It is becoming harder and harder to hold in my
release, to stop it from spilling over and taking me with it. Leighton is so fucking sexy, the ink that covers his chest, arms and sides is downright lickable. So that’s exactly what I do, well after gaining permission that is.

  As I ride his hard cock, the moans rumbling in my throat, I lap at every inch of his tattoos. Flicking my tongue over his erect nipples and teasing them. “God, Deb, you are so fucking hot. I want to cum in your tight little cunt, make you feel all of me.” His deep voice cuts through me, squeezing at my womb, eventually penetrating the walls of my pussy so much I have to tense down on his dick to stop myself from coming. He is pure Godliness, fucking perfect. Cut and ripped to shit, his muscles never ending, his eyes so intense and captivating I could possibly drown in them. And then there are those lips, those perfect plump lips that I imagine roaming and satisfying my every need.

  “I can feel you, Angel, feel you gripping, trying your hardest not to cum. Its hard isn’t it, hard to stop yourself as my dick rams you full, making you scream?” He is fucking sadistic, that is something I know a hundred percent. I feel sorry for Abigail when she’s finally trained, to have to put up with this kind of torture for any length of time is going to be unbearable for her.

  “Please, just fucking let me cum, Sir. I’ll do anything, please fucking give it to me, I'm begging you.” He smirks at me, his sexy mouth lifting maliciously. He stands up with my legs wrapped around his waist and turns us, his arse to the thoroughly fucked couple opposite. Fuck both of them right now, I couldn’t give a shit, I just need to cum and preferably as soon as possible.

  He drops us back to the sofa, my back hitting the soft material as his dick slams hard into me. His giant frame restrains me; there is no leeway in my movements. His hands find my wrists and with his one grip, he holds both arms above my head. His other hand teases the length of my body, following and trailing every curve and divot available, his fingertips gently exploring my body.