17. Axl
Axl
B rute walks out, phone in hand, and rage contorting his face. The same white-hot feeling flows through my veins right now. That asshole not only violated her space, but he also inserted himself into her life without permission.
Her peace has already been fractured; now she has to deal with whatever insanity this guy’s trying to pull by leaving the framed picture here.
“You know he’s not getting anywhere near you, right?”
Finleigh shrugs but otherwise doesn’t move.
I slip up behind her, hands on her hips, and tug her back into me. My dick springs to life as soon as her ass makes contact.
Flipping up her borrowed skirt from Candy, I admire the bare globes.
The string of her thong is tucked in tight between her cheeks.
Tempting and enticed, I drop to my knees and hook a finger into her thong, dragging it to the side while spreading her cheeks.
That leaves her pussy and ass wide open for my tasting.
“Axl, what are you doing?” She moans and pants but remains still. Though not telling me no, either.
“Just easing your stress, princess.” Blowing warm air across her ass, I flick my tongue out to lap at her pussy, sucking up all her sweet nectar. “Fucking delicious little treat.” The words become muffled as I dive into her, eating her out.
Her hips push back as my tongue stabs into her cunt like my dick should be. It’s unhinged how much I crave being inside of her. I’m a man possessed and obsessed with my woman’s body.
“Don’t stop.” Her sounds of pleasure only fuel my hunger. Digging my fingers into her fleshy cheeks, I lift higher to gain better access to her pussy. Her toes barely touch the ground, and when she grasps my hair and yanks me closer, I eagerly comply.
Sucking and licking her swollen flesh, tongue stabbing in and out of her cunt, only increases her moans’ intensity, and for sure, Brute will hear her along with Viking and Priest. Any second, I expect my friend to crash in, shouting angrily at me, so I work harder to get Finleigh to shriek out an orgasm that’ll wash away the anxiety from discovering more about her past and how she wound up left for dead.
“Ohhh, yes, Axl, right…there.” I grin while she pants out her words.
Flicking my tongue across her sensitive nub, she keens low in her throat seconds before her clit swells and pulses as she bellows out her climax. Her grip in my hair tightens with every aching moment her body embraces the pleasure whizzing through her veins.
“What the fuck,” Brute growls.
Drawing back, I lick my lips, realizing my face is covered in her juices, and my lips draw up in a satisfied smirk while cupping her ass in offering. “Looks like she might need a spanking.” Finleigh whimpers as my suggestion registers.
Brute doesn’t reply but licks the tip of his fingers and swats three times in quick succession on each cheek. “A little red, a little slutty, a whole lot fuckable.” He grunts, shoving me out of the way as he undoes his pants, releases his giant cock, and drives into her cunt in one harsh thrust.
Grasping her wrists, I pin them to the counter so she can’t move away from Brute’s brutality. He’s harder and on edge, the slapping of his hips connecting with her ass is thunderous and likely heard in the hall beyond the closed door.
“Gag her,” he grunts.
Ripping her thong from her body, I stuff the soaked material into her mouth. Her eyes pop open and plead for us to give her what she wants.
“Patience, princess.” I chuckle when she glares at me, throwing her hips back at Brute, who takes it as a challenge and spanks her again. Harder this time, with his entire hand. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.” He left a crimson print on her ass cheek.
“She fucking likes it. Smack her,” Brute grunts, gripping her hips roughly, fucking her body onto his dick.
Holding her stare, I wallop her ass firmly in several spots, only pausing to massage the sting away when her eyes roll back into her head.
“Ah, fuck, yeah. Keep doing it. Her pussy gets so fucking tight and soaks my dick.” Brute’s eyes are closed, his body tense, and he’s on the verge of blowing his load deep inside her cunt.
Finleigh squeals around her panties with the first slap; by the second, Brute groans while nutting, and suddenly my dick realizes everyone got to come but us.
As he withdraws from her body, I pick her up, sit her on the counter, and smash my lips across hers while pulling the fabric out. I fuck her mouth with my tongue the way I’ll fuck her cunt later, and she falls into me, taking everything I give her until there’s a knock on the door.
I want to tell them to fuck off, but I know we need to gather her shit and get out of here before someone tries to come for her.
“What!” Brute shouts as he grabs her a glass of water.
Izzy walks in. “Hawthorne, the doorman, says Shawn had a key when he was here, also said it wasn’t the first time the man had made an appearance. Apparently, he’s been coming and going for a few months, always when Finleigh is out.”
“I never gave it to him,” she says, horrified.
“We know,” I reassure her, my hand caressing up and down her back. She tilts into me for support.
“Got some good news from Swamp and Easy.” He flashes an evil grin. “They’ve got Chuck Bines and three of his goons at The Grove.”
Brute grins like he’s just won the lottery, and excitement rushes through me. “Tell them to treat them well. Finleigh needs to identify them for us.”
She tenses under my hands but doesn’t comment.
Looks like things are turning our way a little more. All we need is to find the fifth asshole, and the world will know not to fuck with our girl.