and softer than the redhead, but just as passionately. The steady pounding of their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth against each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex.
The pounding of their pent-up desire was pressing relentlessly on their bodies and minds. She could feel an orgasm already building in her ruptured, fevered pussy as he thrust and pounded his huge cock again and again, deeper and deeper, into the hot folds of her juicing cunt.
His deep, growling sighs and moans were the only things she could hear. They mixed with her own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
'I'm there!' she shrieked. 'I'm gonna come, baby! Oh, shit, how I'm gonna BLOW!'
Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot, exciting sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoed off the walls.
Lucille bucked her hips frantically and thrust her head back onto the bed as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust her cunt up to meet the charge of his cock.
The frenzied pair lunged their bodies against each other again and again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful return of her quivering cunt, the two of them came at the same time.
His steaming jism rocketed to the depths of her pussy and mingled with her honeyed cream. She was filled to overflowing, and trickles of their mixed juices ran back out of her spasming hole and dribbled over their inner thighs and puddled beneath them on the bed. His cock twitched and jerked deep inside her velvet channel until finally his aching balls were drained dry. The strong inner muscles of her cunt continued to squeeze and milk his prick, contracting and relaxing around it until it finally slipped, satiated and limp, from her hole.
Wiley slipped from the bed. Lucille, dreamily, through half-closed eyes, watched as he gathered his clothes back in shape and dressed.
'Wow. How long does it take for you to get it up again? I'd like some more of that!'
'I have a letter to write… in private.'
'I'll just hang around, lover. In case you get the urge.' His eyes were coals of ice when he turned them on her.
'Get the fuck out!'
Chapter 10
Holly was in the office sipping a drink when Wiley returned. Cody sat behind the huge desk, smoking and waiting. He looked like a miniature executive who, if he sat there long enough, might grow into a full sized one.
There was a briefcase open in front of him, full of neatly stacked bills.
'Is that it?'
'That's it,' Cody said, sighing.
Wiley pulled the briefcase to his side of the desk, dumped it out, and began methodically counting the bills back into it.
'Good God, man, you're going to count it?'
'You bet your ass, Cody.'
Behind him, Holly giggled.
At last all the bills were back in the case. Wiley buckled it up and smiled down at the little man. 'All there, Cody. Right to the penny. I like doing business with an honest man.'
'Aren't you forgetting something?'
'What's that?'
'There was some mention of proof,' Cody said. 'Proof that you would keep your mouth shut.'
'Oh, yes,' Wiley said, moving around the desk. He sat on the side, three-quarter facing Cody in the chair. 'I'll explain that.
Cody leaned against the high-backed chair. He laced his fingers in front of his face and peered at Wiley above them through slitted eyes. 'I'll be glad to hear it.'
'I figured you would. You see, Cody, since you engineered the rape-and it is a crime-you're certainly not going to run to the police and tell them what you did, are you?'
'I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption. Get to the point!'
'Well, the same goes for me, Cody. If I commit an assault on someone, I'm certainly going to keep quiet about it. Needless to say, that money sitting there is extortion. I'm not about to broadcast that either.'
Cody's eyes had grown wide with fear. He got Wiley's point all too well. He jumped from the chair in an attempt to get around Wiley and reach the door.
His timing was lousy and his move was stupid. He jumped right into Wiley's big balled fist. It made a splatting sound in the middle of his forehead, but didn't put him out. Gamely, he rocked away from the wall in another attempt to escape.
Wiley buried his fist, wrist deep, in the little man's belly. Air left Cody's body in a whooshing sound as he staggered to the center of the room with his arms around his middle.
Wiley caught him there. He calmly disengaged Cody's hands and arms, and hit him in the same place again. Cody retched, fouling himself, as he fell to the carpet gasping for life-giving air.
Holly, her voice calm, spoke from behind him.
'Are you going to kill him?'
'No.' He looked down at Cody's gasping figure. Then he leaned over and unbuckled the man's belt. He pulled trousers and shorts off with one yank.
Holly giggled. 'No wonder the little bastard wouldn't ever have sex with anybody. Jeez, look at his cock! It isn't as big as my little finger! Jeez, no wonder.'
'Yeah, no wonder.' Wiley flipped Cody over and carefully spread his legs wide.
There was another, deeper gasp behind him. 'Christ, Wiley, no! Don't do that! You can't do that.., not to any man!'
But Wiley did it.
He raised his foot, aimed the heel directly at Cody's balls, and brought it down with a resounding crunch. Cody screamed. Wiley did it twice more for good measure.
Cody only screamed once more. By the third stomp of Wiley's foot, he had passed out.
Wiley turned. Holly's eyes were vacant. She had spilled her drink down the front of her dress and her hands were still trembling. Suddenly her face went chalk white and she clutched her stomach.
Wiley calmly picked up a waste basket and held it in front of her. When she was through he dropped the wastebasket and pulled the briefcase from the desk.
'C'mon, let's go.'
Wiley gave the cab driver Holly's address and settled back.
She sat stiff as a board beside him, staring straight ahead, her mouth slightly open. It was several blocks before she spoke. 'What are you going to do to me?'
'You mean, what else?'
'Yes.'
'Nothing. I've already done it. You'll do the rest yourself.'
They rode several more blocks before she spoke again. 'You probably think you're a hero, don't you?'
'No,' he sighed, 'I think I'm very tired.'
'Yeah, me, too.' She paused and turned to him. 'I don't know whether you believe it or not, but I do feel remorse. I feel sorry for the first time in my life.'
'Good.' He didn't look at her. 'Then maybe you'll try to get your life in order.'
'Maybe.'
The cab pulled to a stop in front of her apartment house. She opened the door and turned to face him.
