Page 34 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“I know.” He held back his groan as he pushed his thumb deeper into my ass and held it there. “I didn’t come here to make love, though. Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to beat this pussy up.”

Widening his stance, he slapped my ass once more before placing his hand on my waist and stroking me long and strong. He had a steady rhythm as he fucked me better than I had ever been fucked. Rotating his hips in a way that would make the best dancers jealous, he was hitting spots I never knew existed.

“Andre!” Before I could prepare myself, I was releasing. “Fucckkk!” I screamed as I felt a gush of liquid leaving my body.

“Mhm,” was all he said as he pulled his thumb from my butthole. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Without slowing his stroke, he pulled one of my legs from underneath me as he placed one of his on the bed. Straightening my leg to the side of me, he stretched me out to where his dick was going even deeper.

“I c-can’t take it!” I cried as I felt my stomach tightening once more. Looking back at him, he didn’t have a care in the world as his eyes were trained on my ass. “Andre, please!”

“Shut up and take this dick.” He pushed my head into the mattress, panting. “You can and will, Lil’ Mama. You feeling too good.” Bringing his other leg onto the bed, he fucked me harsher, and I had yet to dry up. He was fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked. He was literally standing up in my pussy. I couldn’t help but to think about how I should’ve been in pain, and yet I was the wettest I’d ever been during sex.

“Dear God!” I cried out as I came, having my third orgasm of the night. “Shit, Dre! I?—”

“Nah, don’t hold up the prayer line for no dick,” he cut me off and chuckled as he slammed in and out of me. All that could be heard in the room were my cries and his pelvis slapping my ass. “God has his hands full with me, baby. We won’t bother him with the petty shit. This dick is going to bless you in ways you never imagined. We're almost there.”

Flipping me over onto my back, he placed my legs behind my head and got into the push-up position before he was right back at it. I tried my best to move from under him, but I had nowhere to go. I was bawled up like a pretzel at Auntie Anne’s, and I immediately knew I would come again.

“Tell me this is the best dick you ever had…” he groaned as he placed his hand around my neck. The pressure he applied was sending me into my fourth orgasm, as I’d just predicted, and I knew it was going to take me out. “Tell me what the fuck I already know, Dee!”

“I-It’s the best.” I looked up at him as tears streamed from the corner of my eyes. “This dick is—oh, my! Dre!”

“Yeah… that’s it, Lil’ Mama. Milk this dick up.”

Shaking violently, I came with such force that it pushed him out of me. Slamming back in, he fucked me ferociously as sweat poured from both of our bodies. My release seemed like it was never-ending. I was being fucked into a coma. Before I knew it, everything went black.

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“Ugh,”I whimpered as I pried my eyes open. “What the fuck happened?”

Trying my best to move, I winced in pain. My body felt as if it had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler. As I lay there, memories of the night flooded me at once. Reaching for my phone on the dresser, I noticed three hours had passed.

“I know damn well his dick didn’t make me pass out.” I giggled as I finally turned over. “Dre, you’re?—”

Rolling to the other side of the bed, I looked around in confusion to see it was empty. Gripping my sheets, I wrapped them around my naked body and roamed room to room in hopes of finding the man who fucked me unconscious. Bummed, I sighed heavily, seeing that he was long gone. I knew staying the night was probably a no-go for Dre, but I was hoping he’d at least wait until I woke up.

“Better now than when I lock his ass up…” I murmured as I went to the fridge for a bottle of water. “Makes it easier to cut his ass off.”

Feeling my phone vibrate, I clutched my chest as my heart dropped at my mother’s name, blinking across the screen. My mind instantly thought the worst as I quickly answered the call. “Mama, what’s wrong? Is Briley okay? Daddy?”

“She’s fine, dear.” She sniffled into the receiver, causing me to stop in my tracks. I was already headed to my room to shower and dress because her tone told me something was wrong. “It’s your cousins, Rissa and Eric. There was an accident on the interstate, baby. They didn’t make it.”

Dropping the phone, I ran into my living room to cut on the television. Keeping the channel on local news, I was able to see the breaking news banner run across the screen with a car accident shown from a helicopter. Police cars, paramedics, and fire trucks lit up the road as the horrific scene was displayed for the world to see. Tears formed in my eyes—I was in complete shock. Rissa was just here with me, and now she was gone. To know she was with her brother…

“Send your brother my way, and I will make sure he knows the goodness of God’s grace and mercy. He’s going to need it for where I’m sending him.”

“No…” I shook my head profusely.

There was no way Andre could have done this. Could he have ordered an accident while fucking me into the mattress? Or did he do this after leaving me comatose? The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I wasn’t fond of his illegal activities before today, but now, I vowed to make Andre Boudreaux pay for crimes—especially the pain he’d just inflicted on my family.

Peering downat Denim’s limp body, I couldn’t help but admire her. Baby girl was fine as hell and admittedly the best pussy I’ve ever had. The way she gripped my dick made me believe her shit was explicitly made for me. As I ran my fingers along her lower lips, she moaned subconsciously, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I told her this dick was going to turn her every which way but loose, but I never expected her to lose consciousness. Thankfully, we released at the same time because somnophilia will never be my thing.

Leaving her sprawled on her sheets, I made my way to her en suite bathroom to clean myself. I noticed she kept a clean place, and I could appreciate that since it’s rare that I find myself at a woman’s house other than Sandra’s. After getting myself together, I passed a snoring Denim and moved toward the front of the house. Her small, two-bedroom home was located in a decent neighborhood. I shook my head, remembering her cousin threatening to send her brother after me. I was going to light this bitch up like the Fourth of July had that threat become a reality.

“She’s never mentioned a kid,” I said to myself as I passed her second bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and glanced inside. The room was lightly decorated in various shades of pink and purple. The child must’ve been a little girl, or at least I assumed. My thoughts were proven true when I noticed a picture of Denim and her daughter on the nightstand.

“What’s good, Skip,” I answered my vibrating cell phone as I backtracked out of the room. “You outside?”

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