Page 14 of Broken Soul
“Please, sir, let me ride your big fat cock.”
“Fucking Christ, Odette, that mouth of yours. Shit. Use me, baby girl, use me for your pleasure.”
Odette gives me a wicked grin and then drops herself down on me in one swift motion, making us both cry out.
“Take it slow, sweetheart, you have to be sore from last night.”
“I’m okay, I just want you so much. Is that bad? I feel like I’m going crazy.”
I reach out and tuck some hair behind her ear, sliding my hand around to the back of her neck so I can pull her down for a kiss.
“It’s not bad, Odette. Fuck, I want you too, so much. I’m glad I’m not the only one going crazy.”
I slide my hands down her back and grip her ass, helping her grind down on me until she finds what feels good. Odette braces herself with a hand on either side of my head, placing her delicious tits right in my face. I suck on her breasts and bite her nipples while Odette rolls her hips and fucks me with everything she has.
“Diesel! Oh fuck…”
Odette tenses and buries her head in my neck as her entire body goes still. Then, all at once, she loses control, her body spasming around me. She bites my neck, and fucking gushes all over me, her release dripping down my balls.
I grab her ass, pull her cheeks apart, and fuck up into her, grunting each time I hit home. Odette cries out and a fresh wave of wetness coats me as she comes again, her pussy choking the life out of my dick.
With a roar, I shoot my load deep inside of her, filling her so full it leaks out of her pussy. The bed is a mess, sloppy with our combined orgasms, which only makes everything that much hotter.
Odette takes a shuddering breath and then goes limp in my arms, her little heart beating so fast in her chest. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we both come back to earth.
We don’t say anything for a while. I stroke her back with one hand while the other grips her ass possessively, holding her close to me.
“Is it always going to be that good?” Odette whispers, making me smile. She’s fucking adorable and incredible and mine. I can’t believe I found her and that she’s somehow deemed me worthy of her presence.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It’ll always be good because it’s you and me.”
She pops her little head up and smiles at me. I’m blown away by her beauty every single time.
“You and me,” she confirms, kissing me to seal in the declaration.
I’m not sure how long we’ve been in bed, but my phone rings, making us both jump. “I’ll just toss this out the window real quick,” I grunt as I reach out for my phone.
“Maybe you should take the call.” I give her a strange look, wondering why she would say that. “You know, because of everything that happened yesterday? Those scary men?”
“Right,” I confirm, looking down at the screen. Sure enough, it’s the Prez. I was so lost in my woman these last fifteen hours that I almost forgot about the fuckers who dared walk into my shop and threaten her.
“Take the call, I’m going to shower up,” she whispers.
“You’re not making this easy for me,” I growl before pulling her in for another kiss.
She slips out of my arms and giggles when I pout at her. My phone keeps ringing and I finally answer as Odette gathers some clothes and steps out of the room.
“Domino,” I answer, unable to hide the fact that I would rather be talking with Odette than him.
“Sorry to call so early. It’s important. We need a plan, Diesel. A big one. Something that will erase those motherfuckers from the planet.”
“I’m guessing you don’t want me to line them up and put a bullet in the back of their heads, execution style?”
"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but we need to be more subtle and you know it. The police have done a shit job of keeping Zeke and his groupies locked up. First, they were out on some technicality, and then when they got in trouble again, they hired a defense lawyer who twisted the facts enough to get the case dismissed. It's time to take this problem into our own hands."
I nod even though he can’t see me. The wheels are turning in my head, I just need to figure out who I know that can help us. If this is the final fight between us and our ex-brothers, we need an element of surprise. We also need people Zeke won’t recognize.
“I may have someone who I can talk to,” I say, a plan forming in my mind. “He’s not exactly on the right side of the law,” I hedge.