Chapter 95 What's this pussy made of

Chapter 95 What's this pussy made of
Alicia. 

The table squeaks beneath me as Stefon plunges in and out of me, sweating profusely like he's running a marathon. 

I lay there, my hands tucked beneath my head as I look up at the ceiling, thinking about Michael as whatever that Stefon is doing continues. 

"Shitttt..." He cries out, stilling inside me. I don't bother to ask what's wrong; I just keep looking up and thinking.

Whatever's wrong, he'll figure it out. 

"You taste as good as they said, crap!" He grunts, heaving hard. 

I feel a movement from my peripheral vision, and when I look down, I see him pulling out and bending his face to my pussy. 

His tongue sticks out, and he glides it slowly through my heat, groaning. 

"Damn, what's this pussy made of? Rose? Milk? I can't even put a name to it." He speaks over my pussy lips and then goes back to feasting on it. 

I roll my eyes, not feeling a thing. Not even a spark because it has no real thing. It has no pain as a spice. 

I wonder if I'll ever get someone who can hurt me and fuck me well like Michael does. 

"Hmmm, I'm so enjoying this!!" He says again, his tongue ghosting into my hole. 

Seriously, I'm minutes away from pushing him off me. It's crazy how I do this to survive, yet it repulses me. 

Because it's not Michael, the voice in my mind says, worsening the cringe I feel. 

Stefon comes up for air, holding my gaze, "I guess I'm already addicted to you." His lips are glistening with my juices, and with one sweep of his tongue, he wipes them clean. 

He rises, his dick bobbing with the ring on it. He breathes hard as he palms his cock, then slides back into me. 

"This has to be the tightest pussy on earth with a big sexy clit." He rubs his thumb over my clit, trying to get a reaction from me, but nothing. 

I'm just frozen, looking unseeingly at him as time passes. 

I fill my head up with my past with Michael, how he'd tie me to the bondage cross and whip me until I'm a wet mess. 

How he'd plunge some butt plug into me, preparing me for his hot invasion. 

I can remember it all, the way he'd use his teeth to graze my pussy and nipples. It's not to tease me, no. It's so that I can feel the pain, and when I do, that's the moment the sensations will kick in, and my orgasm will take over. 

I want him back, body and soul. 

Just remembering this has me wetting up. 

Stefon groans, his eyes widening at the pool of cream streaming out of me. 

I laugh derisively at him- only ignorant fools believe they can get me aroused, that they can make me cum. If only they knew the real truth. 

His pace increases, his dick prowling into the hilt, to my womb. 

"Who are you?" Michael's voice echoes in my mind as I imagine myself tied to the suspension rig for his pleasure and mine. 

A wobbled cry rips from my mouth as a reply echoes in my mind. "Your sub, master." 

I jerk as if he's sent the whip across my back, but it's only Stefon spanking my breasts. 

He leans down, sucking my nipples into his mouth alternately. 

I roll my eyes at him and check the time- thirteen minutes have gone by. 

"You've got two minutes left. Get on with it." I hiss at him. 

He pulls back, swiping sweat off his forehead. 

"I know, sweet, I'm just about to cum." 

I don't care if he cums or not. Once it's fifteen minutes, I'll push him off me; after all, I've taken the money for myself. 

I look down at him as he holds my hips in a tight grip, his hips snapping into mine hard and fast as he chases his release. 

Ugh! 

He doesn't even look sexy doing that. 

Only Michael does. 

He'd roll his eyes skyward, his lower lip tucked between his teeth as he slid like a beast into me. 

I've got that image imprinted in my mind forever. 

I feel when Stefon's fluid washes over my inside before his grunts could reach my ear. 

He inclines his head over my thigh, but out of irritation, I push him off me. 

"Time up." 

He groans. 

"Can't we just..." he starts, but I intercept him. 

"I'm not your girlfriend that you'd want to cuddle after fucking, Stefon. This is business. Chop-chop, take your leave, now." 

He curses under his breath and starts to adjust his pants. 

However, before he could finish, another one of the guards barges into the office, his wide eyes landing on us. 

"We're under attack!" 

My heart flips- I guess it probably sank into my belly, but I don't even bother to check. 

Adrenaline rises up, clouding my system. 

"What?" My voice now is a shriek as I rise from the table, pulling down my skirt. "By who?" 

"I do not know...all I know is that they're all dressed in biker gear...!!" 

Gunshots ring out, loud and spine-bending, cutting off the new security.

My eyes widen more, nearly leaving their sockets. Panic begins to overwhelm me. 

"Hide!!" Stefon yells out as he fishes out his own gun, hastening outside. 

With the way the gunshots are sounding, I think our security has begun to respond aggressively. 

I hold my breath, unsure of what to do. 

My body is shaking incredibly badly. 

"Call the Dons, anyone. Tell them what's happening!" The security barks as he dives out to join our team in the shootout. 

I nod endlessly while I look for my phone or the intercom- just anyone within reach. 

A loud bang echoes, shaking the building. 

The ceiling in some part of the office falls, debris and dust clouding the space, a chunk of the masonry falling over me. 

A warbled cry streams out of my mouth as dust fills my vision. 

"Get them!!!" A strange voice hollers above the chaos, and thunderous footsteps echo. 

I don't know who they are. 

Are they planning to kill us all? 

Phone. 

Where is my phone!? 

I try to move, but the pain I feel in my leg prevents me from taking a step. 

With effort, I push them away, dust filling my lungs. 

More footsteps echo outside. 

Suddenly, the door clangs open and someone steps in. 

Thankfully, I'm hiding behind my swivel chair, and from there, I sneak a peek at the person. 

He's cladded in a black biker gear with a helmet covering his face. He swings his head around, checking the place, yet I feel like there's something familiar about him. 

Looking down, I see the gun in his hand, and my breath hitches. I cup my mouth with my hand just to keep from making a sound. 

He marches over to the desk and snatches as much paperwork as he can, then walks out like he owns the place. 

I listen intently as a voice booms. 

"All clear!" 

"Then let's move!" Comes another voice. 

An engine comes alive, and suddenly, tires screech, a sign that they're leaving. 

That's when I move. 

I trudge over to the desk, my hands trembling as I grab the intercom. 

Only one person comes to my mind, and without wasting time, I dial his number. 

Thankfully, he picks up on the first ring. 

"M...Michael." I stutter. "We've...been...attacked..." 

"What? Alicia...?" He questions. 

"The...headquarters...the..." I couldn't finish as the cough took over, the phone slipping from my grip as I fell to the floor. 

"I'll be right there, Alicia...hang on..." Is all I hear as everything blurs. 

Tbc.