“If you wanna ride this you better be sure you can handle it. Let’s try the four-finger test. Riding has always been a problem for her, she always ended up complaining about pain in her lower stomach and shit and I tried to avoid it as much as possible, but she liked it, ergo the cock ring.
She lifted her legs in the air and spread wide keeping her pussy open for me. I licked her once first before wetting my fingers in my mouth. keeping my eyes on hers I eased first two then three then four fingers inside her sucking pussy. “Oh yeah.” I finger fucked her for a good five minutes stretching her open. But seeing her in that position, so wanton and vulnerable I couldn’t resist.
Taking her ankles in both hands I spread her wide and eased my cock into her. I didn’t stop until I was at her end. I pounded and pounded and pounded until she as writhing beneath the onslaught of my furious thrusts. I knew I was hurting her from the way she bit her lip and winced but she didn’t beg me to stop and I didn’t.
Her nails scored my chest and my back as her pussy locked around me. When I’d calmed down a little I pulled her up and switched positions leaving her on top. “Ride me babe.”
She was only too happy to be getting her way and it showed in the way she rocked her pussy back and forth grinding her cunt down hard.
“You want me in your ass baby?” I guess she liked the sounds of that because she squeezed around me and moaned with her head back and mouth wide open. I lifted her off and turned her onto her stomach. Pulling her hips up I pushed the first three inches past her tight sphincter giving her time to relax her muscles around me before giving her my whole length.
From there it was a bronco ride as we fucked each other to completion. Ending with me pulling out and spraying her lower back where she’d had my name written, with my cum. It’s safe to say I didn’t give Deanna and her bullshit a moment’s thought.
Chapter 17
The following day was spent finalizing every detail of Stephanie’s security to and from court. Slash and his boys had come through and I was farther encouraged by the way they stood back and watched what we did, and asked the pertinent questions that convinced me they wanted in this for the right reasons. Believe it or not, there were some assholes out there who thought they could use what we did for personal gain.
We didn’t take anything from any of the families we helped, whether they were dirt poor or multi-billionaires, it didn’t matter. We were in it for the victims. I had no respect for anyone who thought that it was cool to farther victimize already suffering families and shit.
Stephanie as was to be expected, was a lot agitated and downright scared. She needed someone inside with her at all times that Sunday night, and we all ended up staying inside until she fell asleep. We were on a fucked up schedule tonight because everyone wanted to be there the next morning.
I don’t know how the fuck we were supposed to do this shit, but I worked out the shifts the best I could, so each team could get at least a couple hours sleep, and be up and ready the next day.
The next morning, there were a good fifty men on bikes surrounding a little silver SUV as it traveled down Main-street to the courthouse. Some of the town’s people who knew what we were doing had come out to show their support for the little girl, one of their own, who was about to do something very brave.
I positioned a team in front of the SUV, split a team on either side and the rest of us pulled up the rear. There were already two men on the buildings across from the courthouse steps and I had eyes on Sid. The word from Cowboy was that there was no one else we needed to watch out for as far as Dwayne, because the guy he thought was going to carry out the hit was actually one of mine.
After the case was over the fucker was gonna be brought up on charges for solicitation of murder. So even if the judge was a fuck up and let this guy back out on the street in ten years, the murder for hire rap would get him at least another twenty five to life. Not that the fucker was gonna live that fucking long.
“Remember what I told you Stephanie.” We were in a little huddle inside the room they’d allowed her and her mom to sit in before it was time to go in. She was sheet white and Donna had taken her to the bathroom once already to throw up.
With her little hand in mine, I kept my eyes steady on hers as I coached her again on what to do and prayed for a way to give her some of my strength. “I remember Blade.” She squeezed my hand and I felt better, at least she wasn’t looking like she was about to break anymore.
The guys took turns keeping her occupied. They showed her pictures and told her stories. Anything and everything to keep her from thinking too hard about what was coming next.