“Well, unfortunately for you, Detective Wells, Detective Smythe, you ruined everything all on your own when you dared to touch what didn’t belong to you.” I say calmly, circling around the table. “Straighten him up, please.” Levi raises the bed, so now he is upright in front of us. “Every one of these men,” I motion around me, “needs to satisfy a debt, an eye for an eye. We don’t want your money, we demand blood. Hope you have enough to go around.” I punch Wells in the gut, then step aside for Primo.
He looks Wells in the eye and smiles, a vicious sinister smile. “I will be taking far more from each of you, but we will start with a tooth.” He pulls his arm back, wrench in hand and lets it fly, Wells’ head bouncing off the table from the impact and a tooth falling to the floor. Turning to me, he says, “Work smarter, not harder son. Use a blunt instrument and save your hand.”
Each of Primo’s brothers stabs or hits Wells, then turn their rage to Smythe on the ground. The dicks are a more timid group, but they know how to swing a baseball bat with deadly accuracy.
Once all 25 of us have put in a hit, the two pissants are moaning and groaning, bleeding and crying. I nod at Judah, then turn to Priscilla’s family. “We will take it from here, you guys go in to see your family, wash up and visit with Priscilla. She is fortunate and blessed to be surrounded by such men as you all.”
They all file out, giving me a quick backslap or hug. Silas drops a loud smooch to my cheek, causing me to laugh. “We can rest easier in Steubenville, knowing she has you and your club brothers at her back. It’s hard for all of us, to see her on her own. She’s the oldest of all the kids, the first one to leave the nest. Thank you for sharing your heart with her.” He pats me on the other cheek, leaving me speechless.
“I’ll be staying with you all to the end. I need…I have to see this through.” Primo says quietly. His jaw is clenched and the emotion and stress of everything is written clearly on his face.
“With all due respect—” Judah begins, only to be interrupted.
“That is my daughter! I will witness the end of their pathetic time on this Earth and join you in sending them to Hell.”
“And He will show no mercy for their souls when we deliver them to His door.”
“Amen.”
Priscilla 31.
“Sweetheart, you gotta stop.” Garrett whines like a big baby, swatting my hand away from his cock. It looks so hard and painful and I wanna lick it like a lollipop. He isn’t being fair.
“It’s been weeks, dude, let me have it!”
“Dude?” He jumps out of bed to avoid my roving hands. “Are you a frat boy now?”
“If I say yes, will you let me touch your penis?”
“For God’s sake!” He barks out a laugh, dropping his head to his chest in exasperation. How does he think I feel?
“I want to be intimate with you, I want to express how much I love you…by sucking your soul out through your cock and then gushing all over your face or hands, I’m not picky.” I blink at him innocently, but he isn’t buying it.
“Priscilla,” he begins softly, but keeping a good distance between us. “I love you more than there are grains of sand on this Earth, but we have waited this long, I want to wait until we are married.”
“If you don’t let me demonstrate how handidexterous I am, you are gonna wake up one morning finding all those grains of sand in supremely uncomfortable places.”
“We have one more week! Why can’t you just wait one week?” He is already unbuckling his pants. Victory is mine.
“Garrett Havlin, I am a tactile person, I enjoy touching you, feeling your skin heat with pleasure. Please.”
He nods, like he’s made a decision, dropping his pants to the floor and ripping his shirt over his head. As he crawls up the bed to me, I move to the side and guide him to sit against the headboard. Standing above him, watching his cock stand thick and tall, I pull my own shirt over my head and let it fall. Garrett’s eyes darken as he looks his fill at my perky breasts tipped with aching nipples ready for his mouth. They drift down my body, past my scars to my sex, to the drop of arousal I can feel sliding down the inside of my thigh.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know you needed it so bad.” His voice sends a shiver down my spine. I nod my head, dropping down slowly, widening my knees so he can see everything I have to give him.
“I do, babe, but I think you need it too.” I straddle his thighs, leaning over on my fists, to kiss him. It’s a languid kiss, it’s a perfect kiss. I don’t want to rush; I want to enjoy my besting him and getting him naked. God knows when it may happen again. He’d probably make me wait until well after the wedding just to piss me off. I love him so much!
Slowly, I rock my body against his, sliding up his thighs, until his cock meets my pussy and slides between my wet lips. We both hiss at contact, the kiss deepening, becoming rougher. “Baby, it’s like silk against me. So smooth, so wet.” He drops his head back, breaking our kiss, his hands gripping my hips tightly, guiding my movements.
I rub up and down, mimicking what I hope to do real soon with him. I
