Epilogue
Full Control
Lei
“Usually,” Monique rubbed her pussy slowly over my length.
I groaned and gripped her hips.
“Usually, I would be bouncing on your cock right now in utter appreciation for what you did to me.”
My body hummed with insane desire.
I slipped my hands up to her ass and squeezed the softness hard, pushing her body further against my length. “But now?”
“You have to tell me what you want, Mr. Sacred Virgin.” She twisted her hips into a slow circle, hugging my cock and making me crazy.
Holy fuck!
What did I want?
Right now, there was no doubt that I craved to be deep inside of Monique. To finally feel the sensation of wet pussy truly gripping my cock.
I gritted my teeth, knowing I had to calm down. This was the heat of the moment, and I had told myself that I would truly think this decision through.
It was just odd to be this over the edge, when my harem—tons of women—never made me come this close to slamming my cock into them.
“What do you want, Lei?” Monique slowly twisted her hips into that lusty circle again.
All my resolve began to crumble.
“Goddamn it.” I gritted my teeth. “You know what you’re doing to me.”
“What am I doing?” She slowly swiveled her hips. “Are you talking about this?”
Monique’s eyes fully clouded over with lust. Her pussy slid up and down my thick, veiny length, humping me. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her breasts bounced. Her pussy tightened around me.
“Oh Monique. . .” All I could do was close my eyes and savor the feeling.
She was in control.
Slowly, she pulled her hips up, giving me a moment to relish the friction of her wetness sliding all over my cock. Then with a grunt, she slammed all the way back down.
Delirious, my face twisted in erotic agony.
She returned to slipping her wet pussy along my cock, up and down, side to side. A powerful wave of pleasure and ecstasy surged in my veins as Monique kept the motion going.
The dripping wet friction drove me wild.
It was so intense that I threw my head back and let out a guttural groan of sheer delight.
Monique trembled, telling me how crazy the sensation was for her, too.
I reached up to grab her breasts. “You like tempting me?”
“Yes.” She moaned and arched her back.
My hands moved up to her nipples, playing with them as she kept humping and rocking against my cock.
Every nerve in my body ignited in fiery passion.
We both continued to move as one, our groans and panting getting louder and more frenzied.
Then Monique stopped suddenly, hovering over me as she looked into my eyes with an unspoken question. “Lei. . .”
I squeezed her nipples. “Yes.”
“Can we. . ?”
I knew what she was asking.
I could feel the desire radiating off of her. And honestly, the need to be inside of her was damn near tearing me apart.
I wanted her so bad, but I also didn’t want to regret it later.
Doing my best to focus through the horniness, I slipped my hands away from her lovely breasts and rested them on her ass. “I still need time to think about this.”
Disappointment decorated her face, and I hated to see it.
My heart broke.
Never did I want her to feel rejected or let down by me.
“Okay. . .I understand.” Monique must have sensed that, because she reached up and stroked my face before leaning forward to kiss me.
Damn.
Our lips met in a passionate embrace, with my tongue exploring her softness and her own dancing around mine.
She understands and. . .I don’t deserve her. . .but I won’t let her go, either.
We kept kissing as Monique slowly began to move against me again. At first, it was gentle as she returned to exploring every inch of my length with her tight wetness while I caressed and tasted every part of her mouth.
But soon enough, we were both lost in pure desire and pleasure as our bodies moved together in an intoxicating rhythm that only led us further into madness.
Fuck. I’m going to cum all over her.
I left her lips and tightened my grip on her ass, holding her body in place.
It still didn’t help.
My cock yearned to be balls deep within her.
I had to get Monique off me before I gave up on any sense of honor and let go. “Goddamn it.”
She smirked. “What?”
“You know what.”
“I don’t.”
“It’s going to be fucking impossible to stay a virgin around you.”
“I doubt it. You had a harem and did just fine with holding on to it.”
“My harem is not you. Trust me. Never have I been so damn tempted.”
“Oh yeah?” Then, she rocked those hips, making her ass shake under my hands.
I groaned. “Stop it.”
A wicked chuckle left her as she ended the rocking. “Oh. Am I taunting you, again?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good.”
I licked my lips. “Good?”
Those lids lay heavy half over her eyes. “I want to fuck you.”
Those words drummed through me.
It took all my energy to hold in my whimper. With her on top, she was about to reduce me to a horny, desperate man.
Get back control.
She held my gaze. “It’s only fair. You pleased me, now I should please you.”
My heart pounded in anticipation. “There are other ways to please me.”
She quirked her eyebrows. “Tell me what you want, because after your tongue, I’m here to please.”
My body heated. “Yeah?”
Her reply was a soft whisper. “Yes. What do you want me to do?”
“Suck me off.”
She gave me a devilish grin. “Yes, Mountain Master.”
I watched her as she slowly lowered down, brushing those soft breasts along my body.
Fuck. I want you so bad.
Soon, she was between my legs. She shook her head and chuckled. “Of course you would be big as fuck.”
My length jerked in front of her face. “I will fit in your mouth, though.”
“You sure will.” She ran her hands along my thighs before gripping them securely and lowering her head for a passionate kiss on the tip of my cock. “But, then I wouldn’t care if I chocked on your cock.”
I groaned.
She licked my length from base to tip, teasing and tantalizing until I was on the brink of release. The wet warmth sent shockwaves through my body.
Damn.
Then, she hummed against my cock, and the vibration rolled through me like an electric current.
Where the hell did she learn that?
Before I knew it, she had completely taken me in her mouth.
My breath hitched at the sensation of her full lips wrapped around my cock.
As if she could feel the pleasure coursing through me, she began to move with purpose, sucking further onto my length while caressing every inch of skin with her tongue.
“Oh fuck.” I groaned in ecstasy.
She began bobbing her head up and down on my length in a perfect rhythm. My hips moved along with her as she went deeper and more powerful with each stroke.
So perfect.
Stunned, I watched her, utterly dominate me with that beautiful mouth.
With one hand, she cradled my balls while the other gripped onto my shaft tightly as if it would never let go.
Goddamn it.
Still watching, I tilted my head to the side and groaned.
She fucking knows what she is doing.
I lost all sense of time and place. All that existed was Monique and her mouth around my cock.
My body trembled.
She’s going to have to do this every fucking day.
I rocked with her. “Yes, just like that.”
Electricity shot through me as I felt the pleasure of her talented mouth and tongue.
She swirled around my tip while continuing to bob up and down.
How the fuck. . . ?
I moaned extremely loud, not caring if my men heard me in the camp.
This was very good.
Too impossible to keep silent.
She had complete control of my body, taking it to heights that I hadn’t even thought possible with a blow job.
All I could do was unravel and surrender.
Goddamn it. She’s going to make me cum already?
My legs started to shake uncontrollably as I clenched every muscle in my body, desperately trying to hold on for just a few seconds more. Groaning, I grabbed the back of her head and tried to slow her down. “H-hold on. W-wait. . .”
So naughty, she increased her pace and took me deeper into her throat.
“Oh fuck!” I gritted my teeth.
In no time at all, my climax rushed in like a tide sweeping everything away.
“Fuck!” Pleasure cascaded violently against my body, relentlessly crashing over and over. My body convulsed in rhythmic pulses. And each spasm was shooting tendrils of pure delight.
Ecstasy coursed through my veins.
And I began spurting cum into Monique’s beautiful awaiting mouth.
Spilling on her tongue.
Some of it dripped out of her mouth.
“Oh, Monique!” I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.
And I continued to ride this intense climax.
It was exquisite bliss.
Pure, hot euphoria.
Monique served as the perfect erotic conductor, orchestrating my ecstasy with unrelenting and unyielding dedication.
Knowing I was cumming hard, she sucked even more, draining and milking me of not only my pleasure, but my goddamn soul!
“Ohhh!” I groaned. Right when I thought I was close to done, she tugged on the tip of my cock. I shivered. “Ahh!”
Pure ecstasy tore through me like a wild, unforgiving storm, leaving no part of me untouched. It was an all-consuming sensation, spreading outwards from my core and leaving a trail of exhausted satisfaction in its wake.
I was the goddamn ship tossed about in a turbulent sea of pleasure, and Monique was the fucking masterful navigator charting the course.
Oh. I’ll never let her go.
When the storm had finally passed, Monique slowly pulled away.
In a daze, I watched her, knowing that I had truly experienced the wild, dirty side of Monique. A side I very much wanted to explore more and more.
Her eyes blazed with the look of a predator who’d just had a particularly satisfying feast. Even flushed and sweaty, she was absolutely gorgeous. “How was that?”
“So good, I feel like getting the handcuffs and putting them on—”
“Don’t you start that back, Lei.” She kissed my cock and then slowly crawled up to me.
Instantly, I gathered her up in my arms, holding her as close to my body as possible.
“Mmm.” She rested her head against my chest.
My heart swelled as I felt the warmth of her body against mine. It was something so special, more breathtaking and flawless than anything else I had ever experienced in my life.
Damn. . .
I stayed there in silence, just enjoying the closeness of our embrace.
Why is this so. . .good?
Speechless, I lay there with my eyes wide open and my lips parted.
I felt so fucking alive.
So. . .filled with bliss.
Tons of questions spun around in my head.
Is it just that I came? Is it her skills with the blow job? Why is my head spinning and my heart buzzing and adrenaline spiking through my veins?
And then more questions continued to spill in.
Why is my soul on fire? Why are my eyes watering and I want to cry, when I’m happy and not anywhere near sad?
And then the crazier question came.
What is different with Monique, compared to my harem and even Chanel? Oh no. Chanel. . .did she see??
Guilt tore through me.
Still, I held Monique even closer.
Soft snores left her, and I lovingly slipped my hands along the side of her face, enjoying the silky texture of her skin.
I tried to push the guilt away, but it continued to rise, not letting me ignore it.
But. . .wouldn’t. . .Chanel want me to be happy?
When Chanel left, I was devastated. She had been my everything, my sun and stars, my heart’s anchor. Her absence left an echo of void in my life that resonated with every beat of my heart. The sound of silence was deafening.
Then, I met Monique.
She was different, a gust of fresh wind in the stale air of my existence, a radiant beacon cutting through the gloom of my sorrow. Her laughter was infectious, her spirit magnetic.
And before I knew it. . .I was finding myself drawn to her.
However, to enjoy this moment. . .it felt wrong, yet so right.
And isn’t too soon? Chanel’s body isn’t even the ground.
I swallowed, unsure of what to do.
So. . .I simply relished in Monique’s warm, soft body against mine and listened to the melody of her slumber.
That is, until I heard the loud clearing of a throat outside our tent.
Who is that?
I frowned.
The sound came again.
The man cleared his throat with a deep, unnerving rumble.
What the fuck?
Someone was definitely trying to get my attention, but did not want to officially wake me.
Well. . .at least they gave us some time for me to enjoy myself.
Slowly, I slipped away from Monique and got up, grabbing an extra blanket to wrap around my waist before making my way outside. All of my muscles ached, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the sparring earlier or the orgasm that Monique had given me.
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to return some sense of my Mountain Master stature. Unfortunately, Monique had reduced me to a mere mortal man.
Here we go.
Barefoot, I stepped out into the crisp mountain air.
The sharp scent of pine filled my nostrils.
Cool grass smoothed beneath my feet.
There, Duck stood several feet in front of me.
And to my shock, he was this dark, imposing figure silhouetted against the majestic backdrop of the mountain range. His usually carefree expression had been replaced by a contemplative one, and his eyes held a distant look. Small white bandages dotted his forehead and right cheek, probably to cover new stiches.
To my surprise, Duck didn’t say anything else. Instead, he watched me in this haunting silence.
Did he lose his mind in that fight with Rowe Street Mob?
It was odd for my cousin who usually had a joke or two to deliver, even when he was in trouble.
I studied him.
In his hands, he clutched two small bundles of fabric, and I realized it was my and Monique’s clothes from when we made the spontaneous decision to skinny dip.
How long has he been out here?
Even odder, Duck didn’t approach me as he typically would have. He didn’t make his way towards me with his usual easygoing stride, didn’t break the stillness with his rich, warm laughter.
He just stood there, holding the clothes as if they were pieces of a puzzle he was trying to solve.
I studied his face and saw something that I hadn’t expected. The line of his jaw was tense. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that took me a moment to identify.
Is that annoyance?
Pain?
Jealousy?
He looked down at the clothes, sighed, then his eyes shifted from the clothes in his hands to the blanket wrapped around my waist.
The intensity of his gaze held a silent question.
Only Chen and Duck had the ability to do this. No other person in the Four Aces would get this much patience from me.
Clenching my jaw, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Do you have something to say?”
Duck nodded.
“Then, say it.”
He sneered. “You have a harem.”
“I know I do.”
“If you need sex, then go to them.”
Rage rose within me. I leaned my head to the side. “Is that my only option?”
His stare wasn’t accusatory, but there was a certain pain in his gaze—a pain that made me uncomfortable. “Monique deserves better than to be a temporary placeholder for Chanel.”
That caught me off guard. “I’m not—”
“Could you even really love Monique?” Duck’s tone wasn’t the light, easygoing tone he usually used, and something within me broke. “Could you, Lei?”
I swallowed. “That’s not fair. I just lost Chanel, and I. . .just met Monique.”
To my shock, Duck stalked over to me.
What the fuck?
I unfolded my arms, wandering what the hell he was about to do.
Then, he shoved the bundles into my hands. “I’ll be in the sparring ring. Waiting. Get dressed. We can finish talking about this there.”
I blinked and took the clothes. “ You are the one that’s in trouble. I wouldn’t be so eager to jump in that ring if I were you.”
Duck didn’t say anything as he turned around, fisted his hands, and stomped off.
Are you fucking for real?
Scowling, I carried the clothes back into the tent.
Thankfully, Monique was still asleep and didn’t hear that exchange because she might have those same questions that Duck had.
And. . .I had no answers.
Sighing, I set the clothes down on the table. Duck had my clothes crumpled and balled together.
I set those to the side.
Meanwhile, he had neatly folded Monique’s items. Her bra lay on top of her pants and top, along with her socks.
I quirked my brows.
Wait a minute. Bra. Socks. Pants. Shirt, but. . .
I undid her small pile of clothes and searched around.
No. He didn’t. . .
I rummaged through mine and didn’t see the missing item there either.
Did he take her panties?
An uncontrollable rage roared through my body.
Oh, I’m definitely undoing those stiches.
Fast, I hurried over to the other side of the tent to dress.