MAVERICK
I denied him to have sex with me last night. I woke up before him with the guilt settling in my chest. Right now, the only thing I wanted to do was to make up for him.
Lake was only in his boxers, giving me easy access to do what pleased him.
With my heart racing in anticipation, I slightly tugged his boxers down his thighs, and his semi-erect cock came free. I positioned myself, gripped it with my hand, and began stroking, and it instantly hardened in my palm, so intimidating and thick.
Lake stirred, inhaling an audible breath. I opened my mouth, flattened my tongue, and licked him from its base to its head.
“Baby.” A groan of satisfaction rumbled from his chest, and his fingers slid right into my hair, massaging my scalp. Then I sucked his balls into my mouth and drew back.
“Fuck, baby.” His grip tightened around my hair, his thighs trembling, and his chest rose and fell, and I could tell that he liked it. And I liked it, too.
I felt the wetness between my thighs, and the ache throbbing on my clit intensified. Instead of teasing him, I pushed him into my mouth, taking him as far as I could, and then I pulled back, pumping him with my palm, repeating it over and over again, making him moan.
Then he started to guide me, pushing me down slowly and easily, allowing me to catch my breath and adjust to his thick dick. I sucked him harder, swirling my tongue around his girth. He was fat and long, and I felt my mouth so stretched around him, but clearly, he enjoyed what I was doing, and I would give everything to satisfy him.
Then he began to push my head down, thrusting his dick inside my mouth faster in shallow strokes. Barely giving me a chance to breathe, he fucked my mouth harder, pushing him down my throat, almost making me gag.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn’t give up.
“Fuck, baby. Come on top of me. Ride me hard.” He pulled my hair, freeing himself. He got up, leaned against the headboard, and spread his thighs apart. His cock glistened against the light from the lamp. He was thick, standing with pride, looking anxious and excited for me, and my body ached to feel him and fill me again.
I wiped off my mouth and quickly pulled my panties down my feet, and I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He grabbed his base and positioned himself at my entrance. Then, his large hands went to my hips. I was barely able to take a breath, and he forced me down his length.
“Lake!” I screamed in shock, delight, and pain. My body winced in protest, and I could barely accept his intrusion.
“Shit. Are you okay?” He gritted his teeth. He seemed to have shared the pain with me.
“Yeah. I think you just destroyed my pussy.” I felt him hard inside me, hard like a rod, every inch, every growing vein, every pulse and ridge.
“I should remind you this room is not soundproof. The guys can hear us if we fuck while the guys are down.”
“Shit.”
He shook to laugh, his eyes shining before he cupped my head and kissed me hard, claiming my mouth with his full tongue invading in while he slowly moved his hips.
My hands planted on his shoulders, gripping those strong muscles. Despite the discomfort, I began moving up and down onto his dick, rolling my hips to coat him with my wetness as I rode him hard.
We moved together in sync, and our bodies became one.
“Your mouth and pussy feel so good.” His eyes focused on me with intensity.
“So do you, babe.”
We rocked each other, fucked each other, and I groaned, and he released the sexiest moan. When it became too much, I suppressed my cries, my teeth digging into his shoulder, and he groaned in response.
With the intensity of my orgasm, I cried out his name, my body twitching as I sobbed in his arms. And then he followed me, groaning, jerking, and releasing his come inside me.
We cuddled for a while. It was only four in the morning, and none of us wanted to get up.
“I forgot to tell you-”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
He pinched my ass cheek. “Let me finish, beautiful.”
“Okay.” I turned to him, my head resting on his arm.
He looked at me and pressed his lips against mine for a quick kiss. “I have a business trip today.”
“Today?” I was a little surprised because he had never gone out of town for a business trip except to visit his mother since we got married.
“I’ll be back tomorrow early in the morning. For the past couple of weeks, I relied on my meetings with Rusher, but I think it’s time I will do my job properly.”
“You don’t have to explain. I understand. Who’s running Archer Solar?”
“Not me, baby. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”
I smiled. “I’ve been alone since I turned eighteen, and yes. And I promise to behave. Scout honor.” I saluted, making him chuckle.
“Take Homer with you wherever you go.”
“Of course. After meeting a mafia, I think I’m still slightly shaken up with the truth.”
“You have everything you need. If you need extra cash, you know where to find it.”
“Babe, you will be gone for only twenty-four hours unless…” I squinted my eyes, and he narrowed his.
“What?”
“Unless you bump into a voluptuous bombshell, hit your head hard, develop amnesia, and forget you have a wife waiting for you at home.”
He blinked rapidly, playing along. “Wow. But if that happens, show me our pictures and wedding rings, then hit my head again. It might return to a default setting.”
I laughed. “I’ll do that now that I have your permission, Winston.”
He pressed his lips on my forehead for a few moments. “It’s my first time to be away from you.”
“That’s not true. Remember-”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He pressed a finger against my lips. “Don’t make it a bad habit of leaving me when we fight, okay?”
“Yup.”
***
I felt alone in his penthouse after he left with Owen and the new muscly, beardy, tall guy, Julien Memphis. I was left alone with Homer and suddenly didn’t know what to do.
“I’ll be in downstairs, Mrs. Winston.” When he said downstairs, it was their quarter, an apartment for Lake’s details. “Call me if you need me.”
“I’m sure I’ll stay catching up on some subjects for the rest of the day. I don’t have work at the Bazz tonight.”
“All right, ma’am.”
When he left, I went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle when my phone rang. It was a video call from an unknown number, probably dialed by mistake. I declined it and went back to the living room.
My phone buzzed. This time, it was a message with a file attached. Curiosity killed the cat, as people said, and I was hoping it wasn’t some sex video. I hit the button, and the video began playing.
I thought I had forgotten to breathe. My heart nearly stopped breathing as shivers of dread and anxiety coursed through me, seeping into my bones.
Shell-shocked, my phone dropped to the carpeted floor, and I began shaking, tears streaking down my cheeks as I sobbed silently.
After a few heartbeats, I picked up my phone and played the video file again with my trembling hand.
I inhaled deeply as I felt lightheaded and wiped my tears.
“Listen to me very carefully. If you inform anyone or the cops, I will kill this woman and spread her brain all over the place. Here’s what I want. Put three hundred thousand dollars in cash in a bag and bring it to the address. I will send you the details. Remember, you inform no one or your grandmother dies. You have two hours, or you will find her body in the Hudson River.”
I couldn’t recognize the voice. It was voice modulated.
My brain scrambled frantically as I paced in the living room, not knowing where to begin and as an intense rational fear sunk in.
First and foremost, I didn’t know where to get that large amount. They gagged her, and I was scared for her heart to give up. Who would do such cruelty to my grandma?
Who was this man? I couldn’t shake the feeling that this guy knew me.
Utterly petrified, I covered my mouth and cried harder, worried for her safety and where to get the money.
“God, please, protect my grandma.” I felt like a train slammed against my chest, shattering my hopes of reconciling with Nana.
Doing my best not to break down, I pulled myself together and dialed the number, which was picked up quickly.
“I don’t have money. Please let my grandmother go.”
“Don’t fool me, woman. Stop wasting time, or you will regret it. You only have one hour and fifty-eight minutes left. The clock is ticking.” I still couldn’t recognize that voice.
I swallowed hard, feeling my heartbeat pick up at speed. “Okay, okay. I can only give you-”
“Stop playing games with me!” He yelled into my ear, and it startled me.
“Okay. Okay. Just don’t hurt her. I’ll give you what you want.”