Charity's Secrets (21 page)

He's
so fucking hot right now!

"He
was hit in the top of his chest. He was hurt, but he was awake and alert when I
got to the window."

My
heart thumps now. "Did he see you, Justin? Did he know who you were when
you killed him?" I can't hide the eager smile on my lips as I twist in the
tub to see Justin's face while he answers.

"He
knew exactly who the fuck I was," Justin growls. "He knew, and he
knew why. It was written right there in his face."

I move
my hand from his leg to his face, seeing water drip down his cheek. My thumb
plays with his bottom lip for a second. "Good," I whisper. "Did
your shot kill him instantly?"

"Unfortunately!
I wanted it to be slow, beat him with my bare hands the way he beat her, but I
had to be quick with the way it went down. The bullet hit him in the bridge of
his nose right between his eyes and came out the top-back of his head along
with the little bit of brain he had up there."

I fell
into him, my lips crashing into his, tasting his mouth with my tongue. This
kiss came with more than raw passion, more than sick animalistic excitement; it
was full of gratitude, enough for me and for Trisha, since she would never know
what he did for her.

He is
smiling at me when I pull my mouth away, so I smile back and sip my wine. I
turn back around and lean against him again. "The team is taking care of
everything now?" I ask as I drop my hand back to his thigh, this time on
the inside.

"Yes.
Lena is handling it personally. She was furious when I told her what he did. She
likes Trisha, considers her a friend because of us. There's probably already
nothing left of him," Justin says, surprising me by chuckling a little.
"His car will be at one of our chop shops within the hour, and before
morning its parts will be spread across the east coast without any serial
numbers. His cell phone is destroyed, its last tower check-in puts him at his
summer home."

"What
if any of his neighbors saw?" I ask, concerned about how I pounded on the
horn.

"The
trucks aren't traceable. I don't think anyone could have seen us well enough to
describe anything." I can tell he's looking at me. "Don't worry, you
didn't mess it up."

The
easy roll in his tone reassures me.

He has
everything handled, including me, and I want him in wicked, torturous ways.
Justin took care of me and my friend, and it's time I take care of him. The
last of my wine spills down my throat so I can set the empty glass on the edge
of the Jacuzzi and flip over in the water to face him.

His
semi-hard cock is floating in the water just above his angelic body before me.
With both hands I grab him, one under his ass and one around the base of his
manhood, and I pull him to the surface. His swelling head and shaft break the
water and I run my hot tongue from my thumb to its tip, feeling the crevice of its
thick head. I look up at him as I make his cock disappear into my mouth.

Pleasure
explodes across his face. "You're a wonderfully bad woman," he
hisses.

I suck
him hard and pull it from my mouth with a wet
Pop
. "You deserve
it," I tease, thrusting him back into my throat.

He's
fully hard now, it's skin taunt and hot. As I bob my head in his lap a few
times, I watch the granite-like muscles chiseled into his stomach and chest as
they flex and release in hard spasms. There is no way to look at him too much.
His beauty is endless and intoxicating, and we're both filled with a mix of
lust and anger.

My hand
under his solid ass digs into his flesh as my other strokes the root of his
shaft toward my hungry lips, twisting at the wrist as it moves. Again, I pop
him out of my mouth with a strong suck, letting the wetness drip to my hand as
I twist and jerk him, sliding the pad of my thumb through the split of his head
to its tiny opening. "You make me want you so bad," I breathe. He
tries to move and I stop him. "No, I'm fucking you this time." I
demand as I push him back.

I
thrust my wet mouth on him again, not so much sucking this time as I am just
letting my lips ride along his massiveness, drooling on him purposely. This
time I take my mouth off without any suction, leaving it soaking. I squeeze it
from the base again as I stand and squat on him, impaling myself on his
stiffness. Every millimeter of his cock slowly disappears into me, into my wet
secrets, until I'm on my own hand. I lift and lower myself using my thighs,
collapsing down on my hand as I ride him, holding his manhood exactly where I
want it.

Justin
slides his hands under my ass and helps bounce me up and down. The water
splashes everywhere, but neither of us cares. His fingers find my labia,
feeling his cock slipping in and out of my folds as I buck and thrust myself
toward my first orgasm.

My hand
is now more in the way than it is helpful. I yank it out and grab Justin by his
strong, masculine shoulders, letting my fingernails dig in.

"Oh,
God yes," I call out. "I'm going to cum on you." I know I'm
close; my body is bearing down on him, squeezing his thick shaft.

Justin
suddenly arches himself up out of the water, lifting me higher into the air
where I can fuck him harder. My legs burn but the pulsing of my climax is more
important.

His
cock pummels my pussy in a series of blind pelvic thrusts, throwing me in the
air where his strong hands pull me back down by my waist.

Justin
grabs one of my tits and pinches the nipple. It hardens like a rock as it’s
rolled between his fingers, sending gushing spasms that force me to bare down
on him tighter.

Suddenly
one of the fingers of his other hand is snaking into my wet opening along with
his cock. He hooks it straight into my G-spot and makes me howl. His cock moves
in one direction and his finger in another.

Justin
is extracting the cum out of me, causing streams to run the length of his hands
and wrist.

"Awe
fuck! Awe fuck!" I bellow and cum on him. My orgasm seizes me, my breath prisoner
in my lungs.

Justin
jerks his finger in me, jabbing at my pleasure zone. His hips buck me like mad,
and my pussy swallows him to his hilt, hungrily devouring him.

I grab
his arm and pull his finger out of me as my legs become a humping, twitching mess
grinding on his swollen manhood. I'm unwilling to stop at first, crushing my
hard clit against him, it wants release too.

I'm
catching my breath when Justin scoffs at me. "You call that an
orgasm?"

He
didn't even let me answer before I'm in the air cradled, in the muscles of his
arms. "You're going to cum
my way
now!"

There
is no arguing. I can hear the "JP" in his voice; he's only just
begun. Tonight he's going to fuck out his frustrations on me.

He
carries me to the bedroom and slams me down on the bed like a sack of clothes. By
my ankles, he twists me onto my stomach and climbs up next to me on the bed,
throwing one leg over me to straddle my back and pin me down. His strong arms
crank my legs open.

He wets
his fingers and spreads my ass open. I feel two of them, one at each opening.
There's no tickling and teasing this time. Both fingers push through their
barriers and bury in my ass and pussy to their knuckles.

Fuck
pretending I don't like it!

"Oh,
God! Yes, Justin. Fuck me with your hand. Take me!" I scream half muffled
into the sheets and pillows around my face.

He
draws them out and adds another to my pussy, pumps again and adds a third. His
other hand grabs my ass cheek tightly as it holds me open.

He's
practically punching me with his arm, ramming it in and out between my legs,
making my thighs quiver.

"You're
going to cum when I say, how I say. Understand?" he demands

"Yes!"

"Repeat
it!" he demands. He stops his hand and strokes my insides.

"I'll
cum when and how you say," I squeal, already feeling a climax threatening
me.

Whack!

His
hand thundered on my ass. "That's right!" he barks. "You don't
wanna listen to me out of the bed, you will damn well listen to me in it."

Whack!
Whack!

He
pumps my pussy and asshole until he senses how close I'm getting. Then he
shifts on the bed. He tugs my head back by my hair. He's in front of me now,
his massive cock right in my face.

I
stretch my mouth toward him, but he pulls my hair. He makes me wait and watch
while he grabs it and strokes it in my face, his masculine fingers wrapped
around it tightly. The site of him jerking off is torture.

Justin
pulls it until nothing is showing but the tip, squeezing a drip of pre-cum from
its slit. I need to taste his salty essence.

"Please!"
I beg.

He
pushes my face in and I swallow him whole. His flavor swirls in my eager mouth.
I can taste the saltiness from both of us, and I moan my satisfaction with a
mouth full of cock.

Grabbing
my shoulder, he turns me over effortlessly, making sure his cock goes right
back in between my lips. His pinches both erect nipples, leaning forward and
drawing circles around them with his tongue, biting them.

One
hand slides down my body. When he finds my clit, he pulls it from its soaking
wet hood. I hold my legs wide for him.

He
leans further still, while I drag my nails drown the back of his thighs.
Justin's tongue unexpectedly trades places with his fingers, sucking my
clitoris into his mouth in an intense vacuum that promises to pull an orgasm
from me—ready or not.

We suck
each other, but he has the advantage. My muffled moans barely make it out
around his hot cock. There are fingers inside me again; two in my pussy and one
just in the opening of my ass.

Fuck!
He's so hot!

My
muffled moans turn to muffled screams. Somehow, my body is trembling.

Justin
jumps up, whipping his cock from my mouth and standing off the bed. "It's
time for you to cum properly," he snarls.

He pulls
me to the edge, my knees up practically to my chest. Both his hands reach for
me, one exposing my hot clit and jerking it, the other diving its fingers into
me.

I throw
my head back and bellow in pleasure, bunching fistfuls of the covers into my
hands to hold on for dear life.

When I
look at him, he's a God standing over me. His arms move too fast to be seen,
building a strange pressure inside my Warrior parts. I don't know what it is,
but it feels incredible.

"I'm
cumming. Oh, Christ—I'm cumming!"

My
release is all consuming and my body drains from my head down. Wetness
splatters all over my pussy and thighs and I don't even care if it's from me at
the moment. All I care about is how God damn incredible it feels.

"Justin—oh
my God!"

He
doesn't slow, and I realize all that cum
is
from me. It's much more than
the usual gush I experience with him. I'm a mess of thrusting hips and kicking
legs. Several times I punch the bed with fists tightened into hammers.

Justin
reduces me to tears. When it finally subsides, his tight hardness glides into
me. I can feel the wetness everywhere between our bodies.

"Now
you've cum like a woman should," he whispers into my ear as he collapses
onto me.

I hook
my quivering legs around him and my exhausted arms can barely hold on to his
neck. I haven't forgotten how frustrated he was. There will be no soft
passionate finish. He has me by the thighs when he begins to drill me, pounding
my warrior parts ruthlessly.

"Fuck
me, Justin! Fuck me harder!"

His
grunting fills the room.

"Tell
me when you're going to cum. I want it in my mouth. I want to taste you,"
I tell him.

A
moment later he shouts that he's going to cum and he pulls out of me. I sit up,
stuffing him into my mouth quickly just as he releases. There's too much to
keep it contained. His cum explodes out through the corner of my lips and
covers my chin; the visual excites him even more, so I open my mouth
completely, letting it run down my chin as he continues to empty onto my
tongue.

"Jesus
H. Christ!" he shouts, convulsing uncontrollably.

I wrap
my hand around his manhood and make sure to jerk him into my mouth until nothing
is coming out at all.

When
he's finished, Justin watches me swallow the little bit I did manage to catch.
"Looks like we both went properly," he says with a wicked smirk from
above me.

"I DON'T THINK I
can do any more," Trisha says as she's getting
tired. It's evident in her face and voice. "Can we be done for
today?"

Her physical
therapist checks the time and then looks her in the eye, judging her. There's a
time to push, and a time not to. "Yeah," she answered. "You've
done a lot this morning. We'll pick back up tomorrow."