Page 26 of Massacre Monday
Her body loosens against the tree, her handcuffs rattling while I lean over her back for a moment. I huff in deep breaths and pant out, “Fuck! G-good girl.” My cock still throbs its full release on her hot skin and I’m loath to pull away.
When I step back, I tug my underwear up, and Pippi’s irritation returns, the high from her orgasm short lived. “Undo these.” She shakes the metal links impatiently.
“Give me a sec.” I re-situate my clothes and pat around them, telling her, “Oh shit. I can’t find the key!”
“Are you fuckingkiddingme?!” She glares at me with palpable rage.
“Yes.” With a laugh, I hold two up for her: the release key and the Harley key, which I slip into her pocket. The other, I use to unlock her cuffs, then tuck those into my pants.
“Dick,” she grumbles while pulling up that insanely tight underwear, then her jeans.
Wearily, she lowers her chin and gives me some suspicious eyes. “So, I can go, then?”
I cross my arms and nod in the direction she had been running. “Off you go.”
Pippi darts away into the thick night, and I stroll due south toward the wall.
Within less than a quarter of a mile, I climb atop a small shed that almost aligns with the fence and sit on the edge. It takes only about three more minutes until I hear footsteps rapidly approaching from southwest, the place that was too rough to gain footing on top of the wall.
As my little P.I.C. gets closer, she searches for a spot to climb to the finish and earn her victory points. Just as she places herhands on the plaster, I leap down, snag her around the waist, and hoist her over my shoulder.
“Hey! Put me down!” She kicks and thrashes against me, using an arm to choke me as much as she can.
One hand gripping the edge of the wall, I use a foot to lift us up and over, safely landing with her tucked into my hold on the other side.
Some of the guys mull about to see who earned or lost points, a few groups chatting, smoking, or drinking as they await the fence climbers.
Pippi kicks me hard in the thigh until I loosen my grip enough to drop her on her feet.
“Fucker! I cannot believe this! You said Scout’s honor!”
“Yeah…I was never a scout.”
With a smirk, I pin her body against the wall and frame her face with my arms. Diving into her neck, I drag one last breath along her throat before my mouth meets her ear.
“For the next month, youbelong to me.”
nine
The following morning,I dream of being submerged beneath the ocean. It took me so long to actually fall asleep that I don’t want to wake up, but the heavy weight of the waves crashing over me stirs my subconscious into a state of alertness. If only my eyes would open. I’m so tired.
Spine surging and swelling against the mattress with pleasure, I crawl my fingers down my torso as a memory from last night mixes with the briny deep of the sea. The smell of aman, his firm figure, and the heat from his sweat-sliced body return to me. Cum spraying across my back, building a base desire within my core. Eyes as light as the moon focused on my face like a fiend about to rip me into shreds before his mouth devoured my neck, lips urgent, teeth gnawing at the flesh like a beast.
“Yes!” The peak of ecstasy wrings my insides tight, my back bowing so far that only my head is on the pillow. My ass is suspended in the air, held up by a pair of strong hands digging into my hips.
Silky strands of hair tickle my inner thighs, and I latch on to hold them there while I erupt with a swell of pleasure. My legs shake around the figure seizing me in a firm grip, mouth latched onto my clit like it’s sucking me dry.
“Wha-what are you doing here?!” I scream as soon as I’m able and attempt to roll over, but it’s impossible when every muscle becomes liquid with bliss.
The judge from last night drags his blue eyes over my mound to my breasts, then to my face when he releases my pussy from his lips with a pop. “Eating my slave.” He spreads his thumb and forefinger, then smooths them across his wicked mouth, that sly grin never departing his expression as he gathers up my wetness and licks himself clean. “Damn! Best tasting pussy award goes to… What’s your name?”
I scramble back on my elbows with a gasp. “You-you can’t be…in here!” My eyes dart to Gwen’s side, but it’s still made up from the day before.
“You can call me Ryan, if you choose. ‘God’ works while you’re coming on my face, though.”
When I try to back up more, he follows, hovering above me with his huge body taking up every inch of space on my twin bed.And he’s naked. All the muscle he owns looks like it’s been carved out of stone. A few tattoos line his shoulders and chest, then trail over to his back, making swirling patterns of different characters like aTheta, which has been crossed through several times like the artist was angry with it.
He boxes me in with sinewy biceps on either side of my head and leans forward, while I back myself into the pillow, trying to gain some room. The granite length between his legs slots at the apex of mine, and I instinctively squeeze my thighs together.
