Chapter 7 Minns #2
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked without even thinking, my asshole clenching at the thought of being stretched and taken by that monster cock of his.
“It’s both.” He trailed his hand up my hamstring and slipped it under my boxer briefs to circle my hole.
I moaned and leaned into his touch. He pressed his finger into me, stretching my ring around it. I hissed. The lack of lube did not make for an easy slide.
“Mmm. That’s what I thought. Watch me fuck your wife. Hold onto this tree with both hands. Don’t move, don’t come.”
I bit my lower lip and stared at him. My cock bucked against his and he nodded slowly.
“Good little prey. I can’t wait for your sweet ass to be wrapped around my cock.
” He tugged down my boxer briefs and curled his fist around my shaft.
His hand was warm and strong, and I cried out, pumping my hips into his tight grip. “But first… sexy Kamirah.”
She was like a deer in headlights, watching us. She loosened her grip on the knife the moment Vigilante reached for it.
“Come,” he ordered.
She did, and I held her gaze as he sliced open the front of her camisole. With a flick of his finger, each of the shoulder straps fell down her arms, the shredded top following in their wake. Her top half was naked.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, and I watched as he ran the back of his finger over the silky-smooth skin of her breasts. Her dusky pink nipples were pebbled, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. The light from the nearby bollard glowed on her freckled skin.
Then he dropped to his knees, and I watched as he slid the back of the knife against her skin. Her panties ripped like he was cutting through butter. Kamirah’s eyes slipped closed, and she shivered. Her naked body looked ethereal out here in the forest.
I could imagine how wet she was. I desperately wanted another taste.
Vigilante inhaled deeply and hummed, then stood up in one swift move. He was behind her in a split second, and the difference in height and build between them had my breath catching. He was larger than life, and she looked like a curvy pixie next to him.
He folded the knife back into its sheath and then pressed a hand to her nape, pushing her forward before he tugged her backward until she was bent in half.
“Hold onto your husband’s hips.” He wound her hair around his hand and used it to push her face down toward my dick. “I’m gonna fuck you right here on the sand, Kamirah. Gonna feel your pretty pussy strangling my dick.”
He unzipped his jeans, then reached in and tugged out his cock. I was mesmerized by the sight. Kam’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“You need to use protection,” I instructed.
“You don't get to dictate the terms, boy.” His tone was matter-of-fact. There was no aggression, only dark humor as he rubbed his dick along her slit. But then I noticed it. The condom. He already had it on.
Kam widened her legs and arched her back. “Please,” she begged. “Make me scream.”
Vigilante tugged her hair and directed her lips to my cock. “Suck your husband, but don’t make him come. If he comes, you don’t.”
I groaned. I was already on the edge. This was going to be an exercise in restraint that I wasn’t sure I was up for.
He guided his cock to her sweet pussy and rubbed it along her slit once again. He was holding her nape firmly, controlling her movements and not allowing her to push back against him.
She opened her mouth, and he pushed her forward until she swallowed me down. She ran her tongue along the veins in my angry cock and gagged when my cockhead dipped into her throat. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned, barely resisting my body’s urge to pump my hips and sink deeper into her.
“Fuck her face, boy.”
My body obeyed his command without conscious thought. My hips snapped forward, and I let out a shout.
“That’s it. Beautiful. Now be a good girl and brace yourself,” Vigilante instructed. “I have a pussy I need to be inside of.”
She gripped the tree behind me and sucked me down again.
I inhaled sharply, electricity buzzing through my veins and every nerve ending attached to my cock and balls going haywire.
Then he slammed forward, bottoming out in one slick thrust. He pushed the head of my dick into the tight grip of Kam’s throat, and the tingling in the base of my spine cranked up.
My cock throbbed. I was so close to coming that it was taking everything I had not to lose it.
Holding back my orgasm was going to be as effective as trying to mop up Niagara Falls with a Kleenex.
He held her there, and I watched as tears pooled in her eyes, then leaked down her cheeks. I gently swiped them away with my thumbs and cupped her face. She turned her gaze up to me, and I watched as she tried to focus, her eyes dark as she rode the high.
Vigilante pulled back, slipping out of her pussy and dragging her off my cock at the same time. The breath whooshed out of my lungs in a harsh groan, and Kam sucked in a breath and coughed.
He surged forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Kamirah screamed.
“Fucking heaven,” Vigilante ground out. He tilted her head up and guided her to my cock again, all the while fucking her deeply with long, hard strokes.
Every time he bottomed out, my dick went deeper into Kam’s throat, and with each withdrawal, he pulled her off me.
My cock throbbed. My balls drew up tight.
He held his thumb out to me. “Suck it. Get it nice and wet.”
I didn’t hesitate, needing the contact with him. I sucked on his thumb, then swirled my tongue over it, lubricating him with my saliva.
Then his hand was gone. “Good boy,” he growled.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he then praised Kam.
“These thick thighs and luscious ass frame your sweet pussy and this tight. Little. Hole.” He rubbed his thumb over Kam’s asshole.
She loved anal, loved being DP’d whether with a dick or a dildo, and loved being fingered as she was being fucked.
Her whimper vibrated up my shaft, and my cock throbbed. I scrambled to grab onto the palm tree again, needing something to hold onto as I desperately tried not to come.
Vigilante kept up his relentless pace, long deep thrusts stretching Kamirah around his hard cock. He rubbed his thumb over her asshole and slipped it inside the second she tilted her hips up in invitation.
His thrusts sped up then, short sharp jabs and hard, fast thrusts that were breath-stealing. With his thumb in her ass and his thick cock in her pussy, he was relentless. Kamirah whimpered. She was so close, but I knew exactly what would push her over.
“Let me lick her clit. I need to taste her coming on your dick.”
He nodded, and Kamirah cried out. I lowered myself onto my knees, ducking under her soft belly and licking a strip over her clit down to his sac.
I moaned, their combined flavors sending me into overdrive.
I did it again, then sucked her clit into my mouth.
I scraped my teeth over it, and she screamed, her whole body locking up as she came.
Vigilante kept fucking her, pushing his cock through the tight muscles in her core as I fondled his balls. He thrust again, and she cried out once more, riding out her orgasm.
He pulled out of her and eased her down until she was lying in the sand.
I watched as he ripped off the used condom, pocketed it, and slid a new one on over his angry dick.
Then he focused on me.
He looked utterly debauched and depraved, his hard cock and heavy balls hanging out of his open jeans and his chest glistening with a sheen of sweat.
I wanted him.
Every nerve ending stood to attention, and he circled his finger, silently telling me to turn over. I sucked in a breath, neediness stealing over me. I couldn’t get to my knees fast enough.
The cool ocean breeze rustled the leaves surrounding us and wrapped around my throbbing dick. I was ass up with my face pressed against my crossed arms, my hole clenching and releasing. I needed him to fill me, to stretch and claim me.
Desperation clawed at me. I’d never wanted anything more. I canted my hips in invitation, and Vigilante let loose a grumbly moan. My hole clenched again, and he rubbed his cock over it. I shivered, anticipation thrumming through me.
“You want me inside your tight little hole, don’t you?” he asked.
I choked out a cry, and Vigilante rubbed his dick on me, relaxing my muscle with the most erotic of massages.
I moaned as he pressed forward back and forth in tiny increments without actually breaching me to stretch my hole around him. I hissed, the lack of lube burning like a motherfucker.
He paused a moment later, and body-warmed liquid hit my crack. A finger followed, then two as he stretched me. With every press of his fingers, he hit my P-spot, and my hips snapped forward. I groaned and reached down to pump my dick.
“Dirty boy,” he crooned, and I cried out when Vigilante added a third finger. The stretch was intense, hurting until it didn’t. I wasn’t a stranger to pain—no hockey player was. But this pain came with the bonus of a tree trunk dick and an orgasm at the end.
My dick was so hard, it could hammer nails. I was cross-eyed with lust. I wanted his dick. I needed to fuck. He hit that magic spot inside me, and I shouted out, climbing toward a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Please,” I begged, not even recognizing my own raspy voice. I needed him to fill me, to shove that dick inside me and fuck me until I couldn’t stand.
“Patience, boy,” he rasped. I didn’t even realize I’d said the words out loud.
Vigilante pumped his fist along his dick, his wet knuckles bumping against my ass. I canted my hips, pushing back against his fingers and riding him. He hit that spot inside me again, and I shouted out once more, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“Get inside me. Now,” I gritted out. “Fuck me. Please.”