Chapter 105: Use your dick

Michael.

Her hands find my zipper under the water as our lips battle with passion, bodies melting like snow surrendering to the sun.

The birds above chirp, flapping their wings like they understand what's happening, like they understand the combustible passion we've buried ourselves in.

I churn my lips desperately over hers, and given the way she moans, I already know her pussy is lubricating for me.

My teeth bite into her lower lip out of reflex, drawing a tinge of blood when she pulls out my pulsing dick.

"That's...sweet, my woman," I whisper against her lips, my dick sliding into her palms as she gives me a thorough hand job.

"You're not permitted to talk, daddy. Just kiss me or put your dick inside me. Your five minutes are running down..."

I pant, pulling away from her.

"Okay."

"Yes." She responds.

"Am I gonna use my fingers or dick?" I ask, feeling high.

"Jesus! You'd ditch this hard guy for your fingers now? Use your dick, daddy."

I whip her around instantly, pressing her back to my chest.

We're both moving awkwardly in the water.

"So, I'm not permitted to cum?"

"Fuck! Of course, you're. Put that dick in me already!" She howls.

I bend her to her waist and push her panties aside.

I slide in.

Her wetness and walls envelop me.

I groan into the air, the sound animalistic.

I take my first stroke, hardly moving at how tight she is.

"So mine!" I hiss and pound again, our wet bodies magnifying the natural sounds our sex is supposed to make.

"Yesssss...yours, daddy..." I spank her ass, drawing her back into my chest.

My lips attack her neck. I kiss her hard, leaving sexy hickeys that'll last for days.

"Tight, tight...tight...pussy!" My voice blares, eyes shutting in pleasure as I rim her just the way she wanted.

"Faster...please....fas... ter... " Her words trail off as I obey her commands.

All that can be heard above the birds' chirping sounds and the whisper of the trees as the breeze moves through them is the harmonious slap of wet skins.

The queefing sound of her pussy.

My groans.

Her mewls.

Her velvety pussy releases its musky juices, and its scent blends finely with that of the soaked sand by the lake, saturating my nose.

"How...many...minutes....remaining?" I ask hoarsely.

I didn't think the desire to cum would hit me too soon. Thanks to the sweetness of that cunt.

"Three....I'm gonna cum..." she cries.

Laura's hand grabs onto the blade of my hips, showing me just where to piston and make her cum right away.

"Okay..." I pant, slamming, rimming, and probing her womanhood. "I'm gonna cum right after...you.. oh fuck."

I pull out and look down, surprised to see Laura's cum streaming out.

I spank her ass cheek on muscle memory and sink back inside her.

"That was hot..."

"Two minutes!" She spits, not letting me speak.

"Oh, shit."

I hold her waist tighter and screw her, coaxing my balls to loosen up.

Laura cums again before I could, the wetness driving me insane.

"Again? How many more times are you cum today!?"

"One...minutes...ohhhhhhh..."

I silence her and hit home.

This time around, we came together.

Our heads reel.

The swooshing of the water stops as we pause to catch our breath.

"Hmmm...I love that, daddy..." Laura croaks.

I pull her panties back in place and carry her into my arms and out of the lake.

Water drips from our body, my cock dangling above my panties.

I set her down by the lake, zipping up my pants.

"Let's play this game again?" I ask.

She chuckles.

"I thought you'd catch a cold if you swam with me?"

"Well, after that fuck..."

"Sir! Sir!"

My head snaps up at the incoming voice, screaming hysterically.

My body jerks into alert.

I push away the strands pasted on my face when I see Moira running towards us.

Laura props up on her elbow, looking at Moira too.

"What's going on?" Laura asks.

"I have no idea," I answer, watching until she reaches our stead. "What happened, Moira?"

"Sir, it's...Ms. Alicia."

That makes my eyes narrow, body somewhat charged.

"What about her?"

"She's wounded and crying."

That makes me frown. Laura and I exchange a look.

"Again? Where is she? What happened?"

I'm already moving, the urge to preserve our only means of tracking our shadow enemy taking over me.

"Michael?" Laura calls.

I halt in my tracks, cast a remorseful look at her, and walk back to her.

I pull her into me, hugging her tightly.

"I'll be right back, my little flame." I press a quick kiss on her lips and move again- half running and half-walking.

I venture into the room with my damp body, and the minute Alicia sees me, she dives into my arms, hugging me tight.

She's sobbing truthfully.

What could've triggered her like this?

Was it the memory of yesterday?

As worry for her clouds me, my hands instinctively circle her waist.

I return the hug, just to make her feel safe.

"Alicia," I call.

She breaks the hug, her face wet with tears and streaks of her blood.

"Hey, it's okay." I croon, clasping her hands in mine. "How did this happen?" I ask, referring to her hands as more blood pours out.

"Mi...chael..." She can't form a single word appropriately.

Turning my head to Moira, who's behind us, I command. "Get me the first aid."

She dashes away to do my bidding while I lead Alicia to the bed.

"What happened?"

Tears stream down her face.

"It's...him...I dreamt...about him..." She stutters, spit flying out of her mouth.

Now, this is why I don't usually let women into the mafia unless they were born into it.

Little things scare them, but those born in mafias already know that's what this world entails.

We kill to send a warning, to win a battle, and to assert dominance, and whatever Alicia witnessed yesterday, it was the enemy indirectly trying to assert dominance.

If Alicia had been familiar with these things, she wouldn't be this shaken.

"Hush now. Okay?" I tell her as Moira arrives with the first aid box.

I open it and use the scissors to pull out the glass stuck in her palm. Then I soak a cotton bud with some saline solution and wipe her wound.

Alicia winces at the act, quietly sobbing now.

When the wound is clean, I wrap it up.

While I'm packing the tools back into the box, I ask quietly. "What do you remember about yesterday?"

The maids come in and clean away the mess, and as soon as they are gone, Alicia answers.

"I was working in the office on the faction's report when I heard the sound of a strange van pulling into the headquarters. I peeked through my window as the commotion arose. It happened that six men climbed out of the van and opened fire on us."

My insides twitch, anger rising.

"I had to hide while the battle raged. I was scared out of my wits. I thought it was only gunshots that were being exchanged until I heard a blast." Her eyes find mine, glistening with tears. "The ceiling fell on me, Michael."

When fresh tears rush out of her eyes again, I pull her into me by her shoulder.

"Shhh." I hum, rubbing her shoulder. Silence stretches between us before I ask. "Did you see their faces? Do you recognize them?"

Alicia seems to think hard.

"I couldn't see his face, but he has a unique body build."

"What are they?"

"He's 5'9 with a muscular body. There's more, but it'll take me time to remember them." She thinks deeply and then peers up at me. "I'm scared to be alone after what happened, Michael. I can't go home now, especially after what he said."

My brows furrow. "What did he say?"

"That he left me alive as the messenger, but if he returns again or sees me anywhere around the faction, that'll be my last day, Michael."

Anger pierces my soul.

"He said that?" I growl, breathing hard.

"There's something more." Alicia leans in and hums. "I am coming for all of you- soon."

I pull away in shock, eyes on Alicia as what she just said sinks in.

Another attack is on the way.

But until then, Alicia and I will have to work together.

"Rest up now, Alicia. When you're fit enough to move around, there's somewhere I want you to go with me."

Tbc.