He smirks and brings his hand down again on my sensitive skin. It stings, but in a way that shocks something deep inside of me, something precious and sacred, sensitive and emotional, causing me to orgasm again. I cry out, not expecting such a reaction from my body, but loving every second of it anyway. Lights flash, colors dance across my vision, and I’m once again tumbling through the heavens on a boat made of shimmering ecstasy.
Carter is no longer focusing on what kinky punishments he can dole out to me. Instead, he leans in more, holding me in a close embrace as he pumps his hips faster and faster. I claw at his back, leaving my mark as he cums inside of me.
I can feel his cock expanding, pumping hot sperm inside of me. I am his, and he is mine, and we are both satisfied by this. As I’m filled with his hot cum, I smile, already thinking about what we’re going to do later tonight. I’m not done with him yet, and I won’t be for at least a few more hours.
Chapter Twenty
Carter
So much for getting a good night’s sleep. I thought that having sex with Honey would tire her out, but instead, it made her even hornier. She rode my cock like a pogo stick deep into the night, drenching me with her feminine fluids and showing me that she enjoys sex far more than I ever imagined that she would.
I can’t claim to be bothered by that. Honey is a goddess, and the way she fucks is enough to make me question whether really I want to go through with this mission or try to run away with her to some deserted island so that we can enjoy the rest of our lives together is blissful, perpetual pleasure instead.
But as the pink sun rises and shines through the window of our hotel room, so does the harsh reality of the days to come. We can’t run from our duty, and we can’t abandon everything that we’ve worked so hard for just so that it can be taken by some lunatic in the Kalahari Desert. We must fight our battle and come out victorious. That has always been the way of the mafia, and it will always be the way of the mafia.
I pull a fresh white t-shirt over my head, layering it with a tacky Hawaiian print shirt that screams, “I’m a tourist!” Paired with tan shorts and white sneakers, I look like a happy dad, ready for my first photo opportunity with a group of camels.
I hear a snicker from the bed as I finish tying my shoelaces. I turn around to face the newly awakened Honey, laying in a pile of wrinkled white sheets. She looks like an angel, and I look like a clown.
“Don’t laugh,” I warn her, holding up a finger, but it’s too late. She bursts out into a fit of giggles, girly and condescending enough to give me flashbacks to high school when girls laughed at me for being the weird kid. Well, they’re still laughing, apparently.
I shake my head at Honey and go to the bathroom to throw some water through my thick hair and comb it back. Today, we’re going to scope out one of Bheka’s warehouses, and hopefully cause a good enough ruckus to attract him down from his desert throne. He might not be phased by a little commotion, but I didn’t just bring guns here. I also brought explosives. I know how to grab his attention.
“Last night was amazing,” Honey says as she saunters into the bathroom, stretching her arms out wide. Her skin glows in the light, and her eyes are as bright as I’ve ever seen them. She’s a happy wife, and that makes me feel good.
“It was amazing for me, too,” I tell her, pulling a black plastic comb through my hair.
“I need to pee,” she says, tilting her head to the side and smiling.
“Alright, I was about finished anyway,” I reply, putting the comb down on the countertop and turning around. I walk out of the bathroom, allowing Honey some privacy. I should check on Henry and Amy to see how they got along last night, but I think I already know.
I open the door to the room and walk out into the hallway, and I’m immediately reminded how hot it is here. Our room might be ice cold, but the rest of this hotel is a million degrees of southern heat. The hallway most certainly does not have a thermostat.
I take two steps toward Henry and Amy’s room when the door flies open. Henry leaps out, an oddly energetic grin plastered on his face. Usually, he’s quite serious, but I guess after getting action last night, his regular demeanor might have been shaken up. I wonder if that goes for Amy as well.
“Hey Henry, are you about ready to head out?” I ask.
He chuckles, looking me up and down, no doubt amused by my attire. It’s not like he’s wearing anything much different. “Yeah, I’m ready, but Amy might need a few more minutes.”
“That’s fine,” I say. “Honey is still in the bathroom. I think it’ll be more than a few minutes before she’s ready.”
“You left her there alone?” he asks, suddenly back to his serious self.
I shrug. “She’ll be fine.”
“I don’t trust the folks around here,” Henry says as a guest walks by toward the elevator. He squints at them until they leave. “They give me bad energy.”
“Everyone gives you bad energy, Henry. Try to take it easy. Bheka doesn’t even know that we’re here yet. You can start worrying once we blow up one of his drug warehouses.”
Henry crosses his arms. “I never take it easy. It’s not my job to be relaxed.”
I’ll give him that much. He sure does take his work seriously, and it makes me feel better about
