Chapter Eleven
Mitch
Damn it, I’d have permanent zipper marks on my dick if I didn’t lose the fucking jeans. Fast.
Having Amy writhing on my lap, red-assed and naked, was more than any mere mortal could handle…surely. She was so incredibly sexy and she was gagging for it. I wanted her to come around my cock more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her gripping wet pussy.
I battled with my zipper, shoved at my jeans, and freed my erection. It jutted straight up, dark and solid, the tip shiny.
Spanking her had given me a whopper of a hard-on. Her sweet ripe flesh patterned with my handprint had almost been my undoing. Battling the devil in me who screamed to claim her in the most basic, primal of ways had been like World War Three.
I groaned, low and rumbling, and fisted my length. “Sit on me.”
Her eyes were wide as she rose and positioned her pretty, hairy pussy over my cock.
I clenched my jaw, waiting for the tightness, longing for the pressure around my shaft. “Do it.”
She clutched my shoulders and stared into my eyes then she lowered, taking my cock.
I held my breath, so did she. My muscles were coils about to spring free. Fuck. My hips ached with the need to lunge up, thrust, pound, and just fucking fuck like wild animals.
But she needed more than that from me. She needed my control, and I’d give her that. No way was I going to spurt until she’d climaxed. The Devil couldn’t make me no matter what devious tactics he tried.
“Do it!” I commanded, hanging on by a thread. “Sit on my fucking dick. All the damn way.”
She lowered, and wet warmth opened up and spread around my glans. I groaned, a deep primitive sound that vibrated through my chest. “More, give me more.”
Her eye contact didn’t break from mine. The tight walls of her pussy hugged me like a noose as she sat.
“Ah fuck.” I clasped her right tit, taking its entirety into my palm. “Yes. That’s it. Jesus…”
She gasped, her body struggling to take the width and length of my hard-on in this position. “Mitch.”
“You’re nearly there.” I dragged her the last inch so her ass slapped onto my lap and her pubic hair meshed with mine.
“Oh…oh…ah…fuck…I…” Her fingernails dug into the flesh on my shoulders.
“Fuck yeah.” I looked down at where we joined. “Now ride me, baby girl, ride me.”
She was trembling around my cock, and her flushed skin goose-bumped.
“Take what you need, it’s there for you.” I spoke gruffly and onto her lips. “Come on me, come long and spectacularly on me.” I grasped her ass cheeks and rocked her firmer, faster, and being sure to connect her clit with the hardness of my body.
She stuttered out a breath and gasped. Her eyes were wide, excitement flickering in them.
Her pussy was so taut and wet, and the scent of her arousal added to my excitement.
“Yeah, you feel that? Yeah. Right there, baby girl. Cock inside you, your clit on my body. No way you’re not going to come. Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it, you’re going to explode.”
Sweat clung to my body like a second skin, slick against hers, at one with hers.
“Ah, Amy,” I moaned. “Come.”
Pink-cheeked and breathless, she upped the grinding, bashing her swollen clit with each thrust onto me.
I released her left butt cheek to clasp her left breast, squashing her nipple between my fingers. “Take everything, every sensation,” I growled. “Come, baby, grab it, don’t let it go.”
“I won’t. Oh…oh…”
“That’s it, catch it, catch it now.” Fuck.
I loved sex. I fucking loved it so much.
And Amy…this was it. This is what I’d been missing out on as my shattered heart had lain smashed on the floor.
“Jesus…” I moaned. My cock was fit to burst, my balls retracted.
She’d better come soon or I wouldn’t keep my promise.
Severn. Thames. Wye. Ouse. Mersey. Dee. Tweed. Trent. Avon. Nene.
I rolled off English rivers in my head in an attempt to distract my cock from the need to spurt.
It didn’t work.
“Come.” I gripped her ass, digging my fingers in, and jerked my hips to meet her body.
“Oh…yes…yes…yes…” She stared into my eyes.
I gritted my teeth. Fucked for all I was worth, until finally, there it was.
She held her breath. Her pupils wide as the moon, her throat and cheeks scarlet and her pussy contracted in a death grip around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
“Yeah, you are. There’s my good girl.” I gritted my teeth, held off, please God, another few seconds. My reward was worth waiting for.
She flung back her head and wailed. A full-on pleasure-soaked cry of sheer bliss that rendered the tendons in her neck taut and her entire body tensed to stone.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it.” I held her tighter, slammed her onto me with more energy.
And when she wailed again, tugging on my hair, and her pussy spasmed violently around my cock, I gave in to my own pleasure.
My climax was swift and furious. Three releases that dragged relief from my body and sent ecstasy surging through my limbs.
I grunted, animal-like, the sound low and rough and mixing with her cries and sobs and stuttering gasps for breath.
“Don’t stop, take it all.” I cupped her face and drew her close.
Her mouth hung slack, her eyes glazed now. Still she pushed against me, over and over. Still her sopping pussy convulsed around my shaft.
“I did it,” she gasped eventually. “I did it.”
“Sure you did and you were fantastic.” I kissed her, delving my tongue into find hers.
“Mmm.” She slumped, our chests connecting, those sweet rosebud nipples trapping in my chest hair.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said and ran my hands up her back. “You grabbed it and didn’t let go until you orgasmed.”
“Thank you,” she said, her warm breath heating my ear. “Thank you, Mitch.”
My cock jerked, my name on her lips, spoken with such intensity, was enough to make me erect again.
“You did it,” I said. “And you claimed your prize.”
“And that’s you?”
“I’ve already told you you’re mine.”
“Which means you’re mine.”
“Yeah, that’s how this works. And you want to fuck, all you’ve got to do is be a good little girl and Daddy will keep you very satisfied.”
“I can be good.”
I grinned. “Then you’ll get your rewards.”
Our mouths connected, and my cock responded by stiffening inside her. Hell yeah, we were going to go again. Now she’d found her mojo, we were going to have so much fun.
* * * *
“So we’re all in agreement,” Andrew’s attention went around the meeting table at Rose Cottage.
I nodded. So did Phil, Grant, Finn, and Cillian.
“If Jamie is happy with the plan.” Dalton, Galahad’s personal doctor when situations required, studied Jamie with narrowed eyes.
“I can do it, no worries.” Jamie shrugged.
“Would have been damn easier if that lead in Aylesbury had come to something,” I said. “Place was deserted. He must have got spooked from there at some point.”
“Win some, lose some,” Andrew said, his fists balling on the table. “But we’ll get this asshole. We’ve already stopped two pricks who thought they could bring women into the country to sell.”
“Always more filling their shoes,” Phil snarled. “But that’s why we’re here.”
I turned to Jamie. “The women are Alices, remember. And you’re the Mad Hatter who is planning a tea party.”
“And twenty thousand each, right?”
Andrew linked his hands beneath his chin. “Yeah, and feel free to drop Leo Green in the shit. If he winds up in a ditch for blabbering, all well and good.”
Jamie picked up his phone. A pen and paper sat at his side.
I folded my arms and leaned back. We’d been waiting for this moment. Direct contact with a trafficker was rare until face-to-face.
But we needed this to get face-to-face.
And get any other women as far away from him as possible.
“So this number matches one from the farm last week, the guy bringing in girls from Romania, his phone,” Jamie said. “And it was also on Leo’s phone.”
“So these human traffickers stay in touch.” Andrew nodded. “We’ve suspected that for a while.”
“Stock management,” Cillian said then wrinkled his nose. “Assholes buying women probably don’t mind a different nationality here and there. Not like they want them to talk to. I expect they help each other out if they run out.”
“I agree,” Jamie said, “and on Ranson’s phone it’s listed as Beelzebub, and on Leo’s Lucifer.”
“The Devil’s pseudonyms,” I said. “That’s what he said when I was tearing out his fingernails.”
“So it’s our best bet.” Jamie held his finger to his lips. “Show time.”
He dialed the number, setting the phone on the table. It was on speaker.
It answered after three rings. “Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s the Mad Hatter.”
Silence.
Jamie frowned.
“Mad Hatter, planning a tea party and want to buy…” Jamie added.
“How’d you get this fucking number, asshole?”
“I…I…does it matter?” Jamie was deliberately stuttering. Making himself less threatening.
“Yeah, it fucking matters, that’s why I asked. I don’t like people I don’t fucking know calling me out the fucking blue.”
“A friend, a friend who has done…business with you in the past.”
“What kind of business? I have my fingers in lots of fucking pies these days.”
“Alice in Wonderland. I mean…he bought Alice…two of them.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. A while ago. But he told me…and it’s just what I want.” Jamie paused. “What I need if you get my drift.”
“How long is a while ago?”
“He’s been inside, just out, I caught up with him, mates, you see, and—”
“Who? Before I fucking hang up. Who you been speaking to?”
“Leo Green.”
Silence.
“Leo Green, my mate,” Jamie said again.
“That was ages… years ago.”
“Like I said, he’s been locked up. But I want what he bought. I’m good for the money.”
“Yeah, you sound like you are. Posh twat, huh.”
“Does that matter? Money is money.”
A loud grunt.
“So.” Jamie inhaled deeply. “I’m having this tea party and I need at least three Alices.”
“You can’t afford it.”
“I can. Cash. On delivery.”
“I don’t deliver. You pick up.”
“Cash on pick-up. Even better. Happy to come to you.”
“How do I know you’re not the fucking pigs?”