Beautiful Death (Bella Morté Trilogy Book 1) (37 page)

Rachel shivered against him and moved her hand to grab at his crotch. “Two can--”

“Don’t do that!” He said, grabbing both her hands in one of his keeping them pinned over her head. “You didn’t get my permission to touch. I make the rules,” he said in a dominating voice, continuing his assault on her.

Rachel stood pinned against the wall, moaning, groaning, and thrusting against him. “Mm, please baby. It’s not fair that you do all the work.”

Justice stopped his attack on her neck and pulled his hand out of her pants. Releasing his grip on her hands, he grabbed her by the back of the head, gripping a handful of hair. He shoved his finger, filled with her own juices, into her mouth. “Mm, suck it off my fingers. Lick ‘em clean.” He watched her sucking his fingers, moaning as he grind against her. “Mm, that’s right. You want my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” Gripping her hair, he threw her on the bed.

Rachel laughed as she bounced on the bed, turning. “Mm, I like it a little rough like this.” She lay on her stomach and looked up at him with a coy expression. Justice motioned with his fingers pointing down to his crotch. She looked up at him and smiled. “What?”

He wiggled his brows. “Make daddy happy.”

“One, calling yourself daddy is a bit perverse in my opinion. Two, I’ve never really liked to do
that
.” She told him, continuing to look up at him. “I thought you wanted to fuck.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya harder than you’ve been fucked.” He promised. “However, da—I need a little help to get in the mood. So suck it an’ get me in the mood.” He wiggled his brows. “Unless of course ya don’t wanna then I can just go beat off in the bathroom. It doesn’t make a fuck to me at this point which one happens.”

Rachel looked a bit taken aback by his claim, but then swallowed and moved forward on the bed. Her fingers reached up and she unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly and carefully, she unzipped them, reaching her hand in. She pulled him out and began lightly stroking him in her hand. She teased with kisses and licks while stroking him. “You like that?”

He arched a brow. “Like I said, I can go an’ beat off an’ do it better ‘an ‘is. Put my fuckin’ dick in your mouth an’ suck on it like ya really fuckin’ want it.” He demanded. “Because that’s the only way I’m gonna fuck ya better than you’ve ever had it before.”

She looked up at him for the way he talked to her and then slipped the head between her lips. She rolled her tongue around the tip, flicking her tongue up and down just under the head, right on the rim. Then closed her mouth around him and started to suck. Her mouth moved up and down on him, taking him a little further in her mouth with each thrust downward.

He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth of her mouth and the motion of her tongue and moaned as his fingers gripped her hair. He dominated her and forced her head to move back and forth. He pulled her face towards him and thrust his hips forward, shoving himself deep down her throat enough to make her gag. “Mm, yeah, that’s right baby. Suck ‘at dick.” He told her as his hips rocked back and forth. He fucked her mouth and kept his eyes closed. “Mm, take that bitch, you like ‘at don’t ya. Tell me ya like it!” Rachel gagged and struggled with trying to make him stop, but she was no match for him. He took a firm grip on either side of her head, with a tight hold on her hair, and pumped in and out of her throat, moaning the entire time. “Oh God, yes!”

It was a fight to pull off him as he had a hold of her hair, but when she did, she was breathing hard from the battle. “Damn! Are you trying to fucking kill me? Holy shit! A girl needs to breathe you know.”

“That’s why God gave you a nose. Ya breathe in an’ outta your nose an’ ya suck my dick with your mouth.” Spinning her around, he yanked off her jeans and her panties. Spinning her back around again, he held her head over the side of the mattress, shoving himself back into her mouth. Reaching over, he took her clit in his mouth and teased it, while he pumped in and out of her mouth.

She was his for the taking. He didn’t pay attention to the slaps of her hand, as she couldn’t breathe. He leaned up enough so she could catch her breath, but for the most part kept himself buried down her throat. When she slapped his ass that she needed to breathe, he moaned out, giving a few solid pumps down her throat. He never pulled all the way out of her mouth, but did ease off her throat, only pumping in and out of her mouth. Then he shoved himself deep down her throat again, pumping faster, harder, felt the urge building. He made sure she could breathe, but he held onto her neck and pumped hard in that mouth. Her nose pressed into his balls as he literally fucked her throat.

When he got ready to ejaculate, he gripped her neck, squeezing his fingers as if trying to kill her; shoving deep down her throat, spilling his load down her throat, then pulled out and beat it on her face. He watched as the stringy cum shot over her face, giving him that facial shot he wanted as she gagged and spit.

Once more, he tried to grab her hair to continue, but she pulled away from him, shaking her head, coughing. “Oh my God! No! You’re trying to kill me!”

“Aw, just a few minutes more? I want you to suck it clean.” He whimpered. He used puppy dog eyes as he tried like hell to get it back in her mouth.

Rachel shook her head as she pushed to sit on the bed. “No, maybe later. For now, after all that, I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast and make me forget about all this shit going on.”

He reached forward, pushing her back on the bed. He crawled up into the bed. Hovering over her, he looked down, smiling. “Roll over on your belly an’ get on your hands an’ knees.”

She looked a little surprised. “Wait, aren’t you going to reciprocate?”

He shook his head. “Maybe when I get to know ya better I will, but for now, I don’t know what’s been in there. As it is, I’m ridin’ bareback, but goin’ to the store for condoms isn’t somethin’ ‘at we can do now. So, are ya gonna roll over or I’m goin’ off to beat this monster an’ rub another one out?” 

She looked confused and a little hurt, but nodded all the same. “Okay, I guess that makes sense.” She rolled over onto her belly and pushed her rear in his face. “I’m all yours.”

He smirked. “Mm, that’s just perfect right there.” He kicked his jeans off. Grabbing a hold of himself in his hand, he lightly stroked his very hard and throbbing member before slowly inserted within her velvet folds. He closed his eyes, moaning, allowing the highlight reel to take him into Candice’s room. He started to pump in and out of her fast at first and then he slowed down, slapping her ass hard enough to make it red. He knew that he had to try to pace himself. He reached forward, grabbed her hips, and began to find his rhythm. 

Rachel moaned as he rocked her back and forth in his fury. “Mmmmmm, God. Yes, baby, fuck me harder.”

“Stop talkin’.” Justice pumped faster, harder, actually slammed into her and made her whole body shift. He made her dance; slamming into her hard. “Oh yeah. Fuck yeah!” He kept his eyes closed as he drove inside of her with furious strokes. Most people call this making love but it looked like what he was doing was making hate.

Rachel frowned. “Slow down. I’m not ready.”

“Stop talkin’! Oh yeah. Ooh baby. That pussy is so… Oh, yes. Mm. I’m about to,” he pulled out of her, pushed her shirt back, and continued to stroke himself furiously. His eyes closed as that sexy image of Candice in his mind caused him to moan out as he spilled his white slimy trail on her rear and back. Eyes still closed as he shot all over her. “God girl, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”

Once he finished, he opened his eyes. Slapping her rear with the head, he got out of the bed. Grabbing a shirt, he wiped himself off, and then used it to wipe off her backside. Once she was clean, he tossed the shirt in the corner, climbing back into bed. He pulled her close.

“Mm, sorry about that, but in my defense it’s been too damn long. I’m used to bangin’ a different chick every night an’ now I’ve had to go forever without it. I promise I’ll make it up to ya in the mornin’.” He told her as he pulled the blanket over them. “Mornin’ wood is always the best sex, I think.”

Rachel snuggled against him and smiled. “Mm, it was fine. I believe quickies are just as satisfying.”

He ran his hand down her back. “Oh, don’t expect that all the time. Like I said, that was called it’s been too damn long an’ you felt so good. Usually I can go a few times a night, but I’m so beat. Ya wore me out. I swear ya did.”

“Like I said it was perfectly fine.” She told him. Then she got a strange look on her face, leaned forward, and looked at him. “So does this like make us a couple?”

His eyes popped open and he looked at her as if she had just turned into some horrid creature and was about to eat him. “What’s wrong with just callin’ ‘is a booty call an’ leavin’ it at that?”

She frowned. “Oh, so like this was just a one-time deal booty call and like nothing more?”

He sighed and then sat up and grabbed the cigarettes off the nightstand. “I
thought
I wanted to sleep. Why do ya have to try an’ complicate things?”

“I just want to know what this was and what it means for the future.” She told him quietly.

“You wanna know what this was.” She nodded. “Okay, I’ll tell ya. This was simply two horny as fuck people that needed companionship an’ to fuck like ‘ere was no tomorrow. That’s what this was. You wanted me. I wanted you. So we fucked. Don’t try to turn this into somethin’ that it’s not. I’m not Romeo an’ you’re not Juliette.” He put his cigarettes back on the stand. “Stop tryin’ to overanalyze this an’ just go with it.”

Rachel frowned. “Oh, so one time deal then?”

He shook his head. “If ‘at’s all ya want then it’s whatever, but I hope not! I hope we can do it many more times.”

She smiled at that. “So do I.”

“Fine, then that’s what it is. This isn’t where we ride off into the sunset together. We’re fuck buddies an’ ya might not have had any, but I had plenty an’ it’s great to have when it’s cold outside.” He pulled her closer again and pushed her head down on his chest. “Now no more talkin’ cause we must sleep. We’re supposed to be mad busy tomorrow.”

Thirty-One

It was the fourth day and the girls spent the whole day on the raft without seeing a sign of Mark or Trina.

Heather looked over at the trailer. “You know… we need to face the real chance that we’re on our own.”

Trish looked over confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they haven’t come out. I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but she had the same thing he did.”

Amber smirked. “I told you this was going to happen.”

“Shut up, Amber.”

Trish sighed. “So what are we going to do?”

Heather pointed to the campsites. “It’s time to do what we talked about.”

Alex looked over at the sites and then back to the others. “I’ll go. I can run faster. We might find a lot of things we can use.”

Heather nodded. “Okay, while you go, we’ll keep watch. Just run in long enough to see if you can find anything we can use and then get back here.”

Trish nodded. “Maybe even a blanket. It was kinda cold last night.”

Alex pulled up her anchor. “Anchors up and let’s row to shore then.”

The three rowed to shore, but Amber made sure her part of the raft stayed in the water.

Heather and Trish stood on shore. They were close to the water, but far enough out they could watch Alex. She rushed around from the campsites finding things they could use. She found a few water bottles, squirt guns, knives, hatchets, long forks, a couple of cans of vegetable spray, campfire lighters, bug spray, flashlights, belts, ties, ropes, twine, plastic, and a can of hair spray. She made a huge pile next to the water and then the three of them tossed all the weapons carefully into the rafts. She even grabbed three sleeping bags. When they finished, they rowed back out to safety.

Amber looked over at the three blankets, groaning. “You didn’t get me a blanket? I was cold too you know!”

She smirked. “If you wanted a blanket you would get your ass out of the raft and help instead of being a chicken shit and hiding.”

The three got busy. They created holsters and weapons so they were easier to carry and easy to get to when walking. They had the three basic things they needed for this trip; fire, water, and metal serrated pain.

Yawning and stretching, Heather decided it was time for a break from crafting. She looked over at the trailer. “Should we go and check on them? I mean it has to be after noon by now.”

Shaking her head, Trish stretched out in the raft. She sighed, relieving cramped muscles from sitting in one position for too long. “No, he said if we don’t see them in a couple of days go on without them.”

“A couple of days is a long time when all we’re doing is sitting in this raft.”

Finally tired of not taking a shower, Alex slipped into the water for a swim. Pulling back into the raft, she shook out her hair. “You’ll feel better if you dip in the river. It might not be the bath we’re used to, but it does feel better than sitting in filth.”

“That’s all right. I’ll pass on swimming with the fish,” Amber said, looking at the surface. “If the fish are anything like the animals I’d rather not get eaten while getting clean.”

“Nothing got me.”

“You’re not as sweet as I am.”