Dauntless (The LockDown Series Book 2) (18 page)

“God, you are an amazing woman.” He kisses me hard once more before releasing me, tapping my arse to usher me along, his hungry eyes follow me before landing on Debbie, once again kneeling by her Dom’s feet. God she is just so good at this, it suits her so well.

“Pet, come,” Antonio commands me; I know shit is real now.

As she walks towards me, I can't stop the slight moan escaping through my chest. The area, in which I’d been shot, is stinging like a motherfucker as the blood pounds through my veins at an alarming rate. I have been waiting for this moment since that very day, since that round pierced my liver. I can physically feel every fast tempo beat of my heart as it crashes violently against my sternum.

She walks with pride, her hips sashaying, my eyes glued to her curvy frame and every little minute detail about her. She is just a pure, breathtaking angel amongst men, every little piece of her a piece to treasure. Nobody knows of the feelings I hold towards this incredible woman, how far down my sentiment goes for Abbi. From the first time when I had seen her sitting in Leighton’s restaurant so ill and frail, the day Leighton had introduced her, she had captivated me, drawn me in like a siren and stolen some of my heart, my soul and my goddamn dick. Yes, I still get off from Debbie; she is as tight as a fucking vice and sexy as sin. I know I love her a damn lot that I’d die for the woman, but there would always be a piece of my heart, the piece that keeps beating, that is for another, for Abigail Adams.

The woman has an unknowing power penetrating through her body. I’m held in the bonds of her, she controls my every move. When I had walked in and seen Leighton high whilst Abbi suffered in rehab, I had nearly killed the cunt. Debbie was the one who had stopped me from pounding his skull to the floor. The way he had treated Abbi after finding out about everything she had done, was sickening. He was selfish and too goddamn proud to be there for the woman he was supposed to love.

I was the stupid fuck who had sat with her, for two days solid, whilst she’d been refused her anti-anxiety tablets, as requested by Leighton. I am the one who sat there as she screamed and cried for Leighton and her daughter, when she would shake violently. I was the one who calmed her down.

I want her so badly it hurts sometimes, but I know I can never have her, well not her heart anyway. I am lucky enough to be privileged with her sweet pussy right now, and as she walks towards me, her sexy naked body strutting the length of the wood floor, my dick stirs to life so rapidly it is hard against my stomach in an instant. I have felt her sheath, how tight, hot and wet she is. My fingers have already been there once and my cock is begging for a round with
Abigail Adams.

“Sweetheart, turn around and bend over, hold onto the coffee table,” I command her; I want her pussy to myself, I don't want Leighton peaking at it. God I’m so messed up over her, becoming possessive of the time I am allocated with her.

“Yes, Sir.” She winks at me, her sparkling blue eyes calling to me. She nibbles angrily on her bottom lip, her teeth leaving a sexy little imprint there. I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the dent, collecting a little taste of Abbi along the way. My dick is like granite. A hammer ready to pound some fucking nails.

My hand skims down her back and grasps her incredible backside, my fingers tickling against her wet slit as my palm kneads the flesh of her butt. “Antonio, I need you,” she tells me, her lips moving from mine to touch by my ear, her soft little voice penetrating the drums, so quiet no other soul can hear. She wants this as bad as I do; I have seen the way her body reacts to my presence, how it begs for my touch and caress. Even the simplest kiss on the cheek and hug goodbye, have been near painful for both of us.

“Angel, anything your heart desires you shall have. Just give me the word.” My hand can still remember the feel of her warm flesh as it slaps against her, her body trying not to writhe in pain and pleasure. She has taken to it so well, especially for someone so new, I had wanted to lift her up and impale her on me the very second that moan had escaped on the last hit.

“Fuck me, please baby just fuck me now.” My whole body strums to life as the word ‘baby’ leaves her lips. I lift her around the waist, pressing her body firmly to mine, our frames moulding to one another perfectly. I press my back to the sofa. I bring her legs up to straddle my thigh, the warm heat of her cunt burning my dick. Even though the denim hides it.

“Abigail, baby, I'm going to make you feel so good.” I run my hand through her long blonde hair, securing it around her skull, bringing her lips to mine once again. I kiss her, not hard or harsh, but deep and passionate, my entire soul shining through, telling her of my feelings. “God, Abbi, I’ve wanted this for so long.
Please, just give it to me now.” I beg her. I don't want to beg anyone for anything, even my goddamn life, but right now, in this precise moment, my body begs hers for anything, even just a simple fucking touch.

Abigail Adams owns me, all of me.

“You don't have to tell me twice, Antonio, I want you in me now.” Oh fuck, it’s happening.

She lifts up on her knees, her pussy leaving the length of my encouraged cock. “Undress me, Angel,” I ask her, anything to have her hands on me, anywhere and everywhere.

“Yes, Sir,” she tells me obediently, climbing from my lap entirely. I will do anything to be her ‘Sir’ for eternity. To have her, own her, possess her, but there is no way it will ever happen. She is so in love with Leighton you would have to be blind not to see it. Plus, Leighton is like a brother to me, I can't do that to him, I won't even tell him how much it hurts not to hold her in my arms every night and bury my dick so far in her I can feel her womb welcoming me.

She kneels by my feet again, becoming too good at it, and un-tucks my polo shirt from my jeans. Her hands fumble with the button and zipper, clearly desperate to get them off me. I assist her by lifting my arse from the cushion when she tries to pull them off. The denim is in a crumpled pile on the floor, followed by my shirt within seconds. I am naked, my golden skin glistening with sweat as the heat inside my core spreads further to the surface, begging for release before I self-combust, because believe me, no matter what they say, it is fucking possible and I’m about to live it.

My dick is harder than tungsten, jutting to attention at her steely, greedy gaze. She moves forward, leaning towards me. My heart rate spikes, my breath speeding and coming out in desperate gasps for air as I prepare myself for what is coming.

I have seen the way she does this, how well Leighton has trained her beautiful mouth. I know she won't be able to take my entire length, but God, even just having the head of my desperate cock in there will be enough to make it go off like a rocket.

Her tongue darts out as she reaches for my cock, licking from my balls up to the swollen vein underneath my shaft. My body thrusts forward from the chair as pleasure shoots through my veins and smoulders my entire being. “Oh fuck, baby, take me in your mouth.” I lace my fingers in her locks and massage her head. Her body shakes under my caress, her nipples puckering and brushing my knees as she opens her mouth and surrounds my dick.

She looks up at me admiringly as she forces herself down on me. I can tell she is trying her best for me, trying to impress me with her skills. I am ten inches for god sake, there isn’t a human alive that is able to take me in completely, man or woman, but Abbi manages all but two inches. I am impressed and in awe of her desire to please me.

She lathes me, her tongue flicking around the head as she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard. “Abigail, sweetheart, that is incredible. Keep going.” I begin to thrust upwards to meet her downward plunges. I can't help it, she just feels so good wrapped around me that I need to be in her completely, to possess every inch I can before she is taken from me.

I feel her gag as she takes more than she ever has, my dick pushing past her tonsils. I pull out immediately, not wanting her to choke. I stroke her cheek as a few stray tiny tears trail from her eyes, a sign I have gone too far. “Sorry, Angel.” I wipe away the droplets, then lift my wet thumb to my mouth and kiss them away.

“It’s okay, but Antonio I want you in me now,” she tells me, standing up to her full height. She climbs atop me, her thighs either side of mine, both of us naked this time. Our heat and arousal mingles in the air, the scent an intoxicating blend. She lifts up on her knees again, the entrance of her pussy brushing the tip of my cock. “Ready?” she asks me. I find it sweet she is concerned for me, but there really is no need to be, not physically anyway, but right now my emotions can wallow because I am about to plunge inside of the best pussy there possibly is.

“Uh-huh,” I tell her nodding, my hands fisting her hips, the supple flesh fitting in my hands perfectly. She uses one of her hands to reach between my legs, clasping my cock before wiggling herself over it, her warmth surrounding me and swallowing me whole. She drops down on me so hard my shaft hits her cervix causing her to jump.

“Bit too eager, sweetheart. He’s a little bigger than Leighton, you might want to get used to him before you start swallowing him whole, okay?” I whisper in her ear, not wanting to offend her boyfriend sitting with my girlfriend, his tongue deep in her mouth, his hands stroking against her naked bare pussy as the other squeezes at her amazing tits. Her wandering hand is groping his cock, stroking it for all it is worth, their heavy breathing filtering through the surrounding air. Her spare hand is stroking against his abs, each muscle causing her hand to dip and rise.

I swallow the lump in my throat at the eroticism of it. She looks so fucking good on him. I can't wait to watch her bouncing on the dick I know feels so fucking good inside of you. I am slightly jealous at the thought, but then I’m reminded of how lucky I am as Abbi begins to grind slowly on me.

“Oops, I’ve just waited so long for this; I need it so bad, Antonio.” She pushes herself up and down slowly, edging in and out of me, getting her cunt familiar with my length and width. She stretches a little more with every movement. When she is able to seat herself fully on me, she presses her chest close to mine and grinds down hard, her pussy strangling me. Her clit rubs the top of my cock every time she pulls out a little.

“Oh, fuck, Abbi, you feel so good, like heaven. Ride me baby girl, make me cum inside of you.” I know I'm not going to last, I am strung so tight I am sure I will self-combust, as predicted, in about three seconds.

“I want it Antonio, I want to feel you cum inside me, baby.” That is music to my ears, not only to be fucking the girl who holds the majority of my heart and has plagued my every thought and dream, but also to fill her with my seed and have my warm spunk trickling out of her.

“You got it, baby. Now fuck me. I need to feel all of you around me.” I surround her waist with my arms and lift her up a little, controlling her. I lift my hips every time she lowers, my dick pushing in so deep I am sure it is in her uterus right now. I am proud of my size, I am well above average and I know how to use it. I really want to bend her sexy little arse over and rip her pussy to shreds, pounding inside of her. But right now, feeling her grinding and riding me, slow and sexy, her wet heat surrounding me and smothering me, I feel on cloud nine. There will hopefully be another time I’ll get to have her, get to fuck her good and proper, but right now this is making love, this is slow, passionate and so intimate I think, for maybe a second, she feels the same for me.

Her moans are so hot, her tiny little screams spilling forth every time I go a little too deep and smash inside her. The way she repeatedly says my name, moaning for more or for me to fuck her harder has me approaching my climax far too quickly. It’s kind of embarrassing.

I repeatedly thrust inside of her, her hips rise from me as I slam up. Her sheath is tight, smooth and so fucking wet. I reach my orgasm so fast I don't see it coming, literally.

“Fuck, Abbi. Baby, I'm coming. Argghhh.” I feel myself erupt inside of her with such force, her pussy unable to contain the entirety of the load as it spills out around my softening dick.

“Antonio, oh fuck, I'm coming too, fuck I'm coming.” She continues to moan, screaming and sometimes crying as her orgasm consumes her, her arousing smell fumigating the air around us all.

I bring my lips to hers once more as her climax withers away, kissing her last cries and whimpers away. “God, Abbi, I want you so bad, baby,” I tell her quietly, not knowing if she hears me or really gets what I am trying to say and tell her. I really shouldn't have said anything, but I can't hold it in anymore.

I just hope and pray she hasn’t heard, and if she has, she won't tell Leighton. I want this to stay hidden, for me to deal with it by myself or with the help of Abbi alone.

I will get past this; I will grow some fucking balls and get over her. I’ve been through this once before, many years ago, and I somehow did it, no matter how much it destroyed me.

The more I think about pushing these feeling away, the more I know I can't. I love her, goddamn it. I just wish I could tell her and the world.