Celeste
Hours after leaving the Pagans’ compound, I was still wide awake.
We’d left not long after coming to an agreement.
On the ride home, Capri had been quiet, even though I tried to get her to talk to me.
After I failed a third time, I decided to let her have the night to think it through.
We will discuss it tomorrow. I knew she feared for my safety, job, and freedom, but those didn’t matter to me if those who harmed her remained free.
Or if she was too afraid to leave the house, be left alone, or to heal.
When we reached home, we each went to our rooms. After a hot shower, I crawled into bed. That was where I was still, staring into the darkness. A portion of my mind dwelt on what I learned about the Pagans and the deal we struck. However, it wasn’t the only thing. The rest was all about Hulk.
God, getting to meet him and learning his name hadn’t appeased my curiosity.
Instead, it only doubled it. Knowing what his hair and eyes looked like had completed his image and drew me to him more.
He was a giant, standing at least six and a half feet tall.
I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and I was five feet nine.
Everything about him screamed power. His stunning dark skin covered bulky muscles.
He radiated strength and made me feel protected.
Many people would be intimidated by him, and I might have been crazy for not being, but I was fascinated by and attracted to him.
My heart told me that he wouldn’t harm me.
As for the rest of his club brothers, as I learned they were called, they struck me as being honest men with protective streaks of their own.
The old ladies had been warm and welcoming.
They made me think of friendship. Overall, the night went far better than I could have wished.
But knowing what Hulk looked like, how his deep voice sounded, and the scent of him was driving my previous sexual fantasies to return with a vengeance.
My thoughts could now conjure up a more accurate image of him.
The only thing I didn’t know was what he looked like naked.
I was still filling that in, and that included his cock.
That didn’t prevent me from envisioning him in bed with me, Hulk whispering dirty words in my ears and playing with my body, ramping up my excitement.
“Look at you, lying there ready for me. I’ve got to have you. I can’t wait,” he growled as he reared up above me. His fist worked his cock. I saw the red head oozing precum. My mouth watered. I wanted that taste on my tongue. But I found it would have to wait.
Hulk let go of himself, hooked my knees over his elbows, then pressed my legs toward my chest, opening me up to him. Then, there was a probe at the entrance to my pussy a second before hard, bluntness pushed inside. I gasped as he thrust inside of me. He did it in one stroke.
As this played in my head, I strummed the folds of my pussy and tweaked my clit.
I was soaked, and it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge into a climax.
I panted. The other hand came up to twist my nipple and knead my breast. My images of Hulk pumping his hard cock in and out of me made me speed up my strokes and the thrusts of my fingers inside of me.
After a few minutes of this, I was right on the cusp. I hated for it to end, but there was no stopping it. As I erupted and bit my lip to muffle my cries, I pictured Hulk throwing back his head, his face twisted in a look of almost agony as he roared, then growled, pumping his cum inside of me.
When that scene faded, and I came down from the high of an incredible orgasm, I slumped in my bed.
God, if only it had been real. With the way he enthralled me, how the hell was I supposed to work with him to solve who did this to Capri?
How would I stop myself from jumping him, or begging him to fuck me?
God, please, don’t let me fuck this up. A yawn overtook me. Sleepiness made my eyes close.
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Facing Capri across our small living room, I watched her struggle with what I told her. I’d finished explaining why I wouldn’t back out of the plan to work with the Pagans to find whoever was responsible for hurting her. And when he, or they, were found, there would be no trial for them.
“Celeste, I… you… How can you say this?” she asked.
“Easily. I will not allow anyone to harm you and get away with it. From my work, I’ve seen that victims don’t always receive justice.
Hell, in cases like yours, they can be treated worse than a criminal and made to feel like they did something wrong or brought it on themselves.
That is fucking wrong, Capri. And knowing how the world goes these days, I won’t risk the culprit or culprits walking free or only receiving a slap on the wrist. If this goes to court and they are freed or barely punished, I will stand up and shoot them in front of everyone. Do you want that?”
Her mouth dropped open as she paled. “No! Of course not. Please tell me you’re joking,” she pleaded.
“I’m not.”
Understanding dawned on her. I saw it in her expression. I remained silent. Finally, she sagged. “I can’t live with the idea of you going to prison. But if you let the Pagans do what they plan, you can’t be there when they dispense justice as you call it.”
“Honey, I have to be. I know you don’t understand why, but know I must. It’s the only way I’ll know you’re safe again, and that I’m able to live with not protecting you. Your parents left you in my care if anything happened to them for a reason. I vowed to keep you safe.”
Suddenly, she was on her feet and coming towards me. She fell into my open arms. Her hug was tight, and her tears soaked my shirt. I held and rocked her, murmuring words of comfort. This time, I held back my tears.