“An Italian in meetings with one of the men on the town council, Devil. That strikes me as odd, especially with Gonzalez throwing his weight around. It’s too much of a coincidence not to think of the two together,” Pussy said.
The two men saw him and moved in the opposite direction. Sasha didn’t give any notice of him being closer to her. She looked happy. Every now and then she’d smile and look up to the sky. She took his breath away with her openness of enjoying life. How much had Kenneth taken from her? He didn’t think the bastard had raped her or touched her, but he couldn’t be sure of anything.
“Fuck, you’re right. I’ll get Whizz looking into everything. This shit is really starting to bug me. Stay out of town tonight and we’ll deal with the other shit tomorrow morning. Make sure your woman is on board with whatever plan you’ve got in place.”
“Will do. Let me know if Whizz finds anything out. I don’t want to be kept waiting.”
Devil agreed before hanging up.
“Hey, babe.”
She turned her head and stared at his stomach. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, how’s your milkshake?”
“Good. Do you want some?”
Sasha offered up some shake for him.
“No, I’m good.”
He took a seat beside her on the bench. “Wow, you seem a little put out. Did your phone call not go so well?” she asked.
“We can’t go back to Piston County tonight. Your stepfather caused a few problems. We’ll wait ‘til tomorrow and I’ll take you back.”
“No, you’re going to have to take me back. I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
“I won’t. My president has given me some orders, and there’s nothing we can do. We’ve got to do as he asked.”
“President? None of this makes any sense. I’m freaking out.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He held her arm so she wouldn’t hurt herself. “Then let me take care of you.”
He reached out to cup her cheek. She didn’t jerk away from him or tense up. Stroking her pale cheek, he held back a groan. His Sasha was smooth to the touch.
“Why would you want to?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” Closing the distance, Pussy stared at her lips. Fuck, they were red, plump, and in need of kissing.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he moaned the instant they touched. She whimpered. Her hand cupped the back of his hand, caressing down to his cheek.
He slid his tongue along her lips waiting for her to open up. Sasha didn’t keep him waiting long.
She tasted of the chocolate milkshake she’d been drinking. Their moans mingled together. Tilting her head back, he deepened the kiss. When their lips touching wasn’t enough, he picked her up getting her to straddle his hips. Her pu**y pressed against his cock. Their clothing stopped him from going any further, but he wanted to. Pussy didn’t want to stop feeling her ride his cock.
Groaning, he slid his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking f**king her.
“Pussy?” She whispered his name against his lips.
“What, baby?”
“What’s happening? I don’t know what’s going on.”
Pulling away from her lips, he pressed his head to hers. “We’re going to have to stop. I’m going to take you to a hotel room where we’re going to have a really long discussion.”
If he was in luck, he’d find a place to get some condoms. His c**k ached from the feel of her body alone.
“Something’s wrong,” she said, moaning. She thrust against him, rubbing her pu**y against his shaft. Sasha caught his face, kissing his lips. “Please, make it stop aching.”
He groaned as she dry f**ked him on the bench.
You caused this, so now you’ve got to finish it.
Picking her up, he walked her back until she was next to his bike. Glancing behind him, he made sure no one could see what he was doing. Sliding his palm down the front of her body, he moaned. She really was nicely rounded in all the right places.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to make you feel good. Relax, and this will go well.” Fingering the button of her jeans, he found there was enough space for him to slide his hand inside. Down he went until he cupped her pu**y. Her panties were soaking wet. Sliding them aside, he fingered her slit. She was so turned on.
Sasha gripped his arms tightly, groaning. “That feels so good.”
“It’s going to feel much better, baby, I promise you.”
“How can it feel better?” She stopped, letting out a moan. Before she could finish, Pussy claimed her lips. He didn’t want anyone else hearing her scream out her pleasure. Her cries of release were for him and him alone.
When they were alone she could scream until her heart’s content, but until then, she would be silent.
Stroking two fingers over her clit, he slammed his tongue inside her mouth. She opened up to him, no longer fighting. She thrust against his fingers, whimpering, crying out, and moaning whenever he released her lips long enough to hear.
Within seconds she was screaming out her release. Her whole body shook at the sudden burst of pleasure pulsing from her. Banding an arm around her waist, he continued to stroke her. Sasha begged him to stop. Kissing her head, he withdrew his hand, and sucked the cream from his fingers.
“Fuck me, baby, you taste so f**king good.” He let out a moan as her essence filled his mouth. Swallowing down the taste of her, he knew once was never going to be enough for him.
“Wow,” she said.
“Come on. Let me find a hotel and I can make you feel that way again.” Helping her onto the back of his bike, Pussy struggled to get comfortable. His dick threatened to split his trousers open he was so hard.
Sasha was proving to be as much trouble as he imagined.
****
When he pulled out of the food court or wherever he’d gotten the milkshake from, Sasha had been reeling from what she’d experienced. Pussy had just given her, her first orgasm. What was she supposed to do or say? No one had prepared her for this in life.
Her mother didn’t talk about sex, and Sasha never asked questions. She didn’t know how long they rode for. The time passed, and all she could think about was the feel of his fingers down her pants.
Get a grip.
Trying to push her thoughts aside was difficult. The threat of Kenneth couldn’t even stop her feelings. None of it made any sense to her.