The orgasm rolled through me, sweeping me away. When I slowly finished, I felt destroyed, exhausted, beaten to a pulp.
“Now,” he said. “On your knees.”
I complied. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He took my hair and slowly pressed his cock down my throat, groaning. I began to suck him, tasting my cum on his skin, loving the way he fucked my mouth.
I sucked his cock desperately. I wanted him to come, wanted his taste his cum on my throat, wanted to swallow every drop. I wanted to make him groan and say my name. I put my hands on his thighs as I sucked him faster, letting him press me down deep and pull me back.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m going to come down this pretty throat. I want to see you swallow every drop.”
I moaned with his cock in my mouth. He came then, thick spurts of warm cum, and I worked harder, not slowing down.
“Fuck Louisa,” he groaned. “Oh, shit.”
I took every drop of him and swallowed it. I pulled back when he was finished, licking every inch of his hard dick clean.
He pulled me away, over toward the bed. We collapsed onto the comforter together, his arms wrapped around me. I snuggled up against his chest, smiling, floating on a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.
After a few minutes, he spoke. “I have an idea,” he said.
“Oh?” I smiled. “Ready to go again already?”
“Well, yes. But not about that.”
“About what?”
“Our problem. I think I have a plan.”
I nodded. I wasn’t surprised. I knew I could trust him, knew that he’d come through for me.
I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I did know that I was going to enjoy the moment while I could.
21
Wyatt
I couldn’t help but stare as the car pulled down into the compound’s inner driveway. Ethan was sitting in the back seat of the black town car beside me, staring at his phone like always, but I was too busy studying the compound to notice what he was doing.
I had heard stories of the Barone family compound. Stories of wild parties, opulence, excess, vice, greed, death, and so much more. Seeing it in person, though, was a whole different experience. I’d never come to the compound before, mainly since I didn’t want to publically connect myself to the Barone family. But I was past all that now.
The compound existed on a huge plot of land just outside of the city. It was a gated fortress, and the only way in was through a gated path with a security booth. Armed men patrolled the lawns.
And there were lots of lawns. The mansion sat at the center of a hill with something like ten acres of land sprawling out around it. I could see stables for horses, hiking paths, swimming pools, gardens, and much more.
We pulled up to the mansion and a man showed the driver where to park. We climbed out and he met us there, smiling broadly. He looked like a porter for a hotel more than anything.
“Welcome Mr. Carter,” he said. “Mr. Barone is expecting you.”
“Very good,” I said, although I doubted he actually was. I showed up unannounced, just like he usually did.
We followed the man inside. The driver stayed with the car while we stepped into one of the lushest places I’d ever seen.
Priceless paintings hung on the walls. Statues, plants, carvings, tapestries, and all sorts of art installations hung all over the place. The carpets were thick and red, clearly old and clearly expensive. Everything was engineered to make you understand just how powerful the Barone family really was, and for a second, it worked.
The mansion was incredible. There were hundreds of rooms, a full-time staff, and who knew what else was hiding all around there? I was only scratching at the surface of the compound, that was obvious, and yet I was already impressed.
For a second, I wondered how anyone could defeat the people that built and owned this place.
But I shook my head and took a breath. I had to snap out of it. That was exactly what Arturo wanted people to feel when they entered his mansion. He wanted people to feel nothing but shock and awe at his opulent and expensive castle. It was all intimidation.
I knew better. I knew the Spiders were doing serious damage to Arturo. They were taking losses too, but Arturo was getting the worst of it. He could afford higher losses, since he was much bigger, but not for long.
Not if I had anything to do with it. I had to remember why I was at the compound. It was all a part of the plan.
The porter led Ethan and I down a series of hallways, up a flight of stairs, and down a few more halls. I was hopelessly lost after a few minutes, and I figured that was the point. Finally, we stopped outside of a pair of large wooden doors. The porter knocked, nodded, and then left.
“Come in,” I heard Arturo shout from inside.