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“I…uh,”
“Don’t lie, baby. Admitting that you love me isn’t a trap, Ronnie, although I will never let you go no matter if you tell me you love me or not.”
I giggle at that, “Yes, Judah the Lion, I love you. I am helplessly in love with you.”
“That’s what I am talking about!”
I will never forget that talk, ever, because that is how I became Rebel —Lion’s ol’ lady.
“I was thinking that’s all,” No way I am going to tell him I am reliving the night he made me his, all he’d do is rub it in my face I’d be hearing for the rest of the day. “I’m getting dressed now,” I say, popping up from the bed and heading to the closet. “Aarrgghhh!” I scream when he grabs me, throws me on the bed, and hovers over me all in a matter of seconds.
“We have time,” he says, lifting off of me enough to untie the towel, peeling the sides back and exposing me to his ravenous gaze.
“Ooohhh,” I moan when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, making my back arch off the bed. He tucks my leg up under his arm, settling between my thighs, opening me up to him as he switches nipples. I hold his head right where I need him until I feel him bite my nipple, making me release him. “Ooww,” I scowl, but once again, he moves so fast I can’t stop him, and I find my face near the edge of the bed.
“I got something better for you to do with your mouth,” he tells me, feeding me his dick and I happily take it all in. He caresses my face feeling his dick in my mouth as he fucks mythroat. “Suck my dick, Rebel, take all of me!” he tells me, the head of his dick bumping the back of my mouth, demanding entrance to my throat. “Swallow,” he demands when the head nudges my throat, and I gag. “I love to hear you gag on my dick, to watch you drool all over my dick and balls as you struggle to let me use your throat.” He isn’t playing fair, and he knows it. My eyes flutter closed at his words. I love dirty talk, a kink I didn’t know I had until him but now that he has unlocked it I can’t live without it. “Open your eyes, so you can see how fucking turned on I am watching your throat being used like a pussy. Are you gonna swallow my cum, or would you prefer it dripping into your panties, keeping you warm as we trap your bitch ass, dead husband?” He slides in deeper. “But today is special. Today, you get to bury your husband. I think you can handle swallowing and dripping.” He is full-on sliding in and out of my throat, holding my head on his dick, my nose mashed into his abdomen until I gag, begging him to let me breathe. Not once am I scared, not worried at all, secure that he will never hurt me. “So fucking sexy,” he tells me, slapping my face with his heavy dick. My face is wet, eyes overflowing with tears, but they locked on his. “On your knees.” I scramble off of the bed, going to my knees, “Open,” he demands, lifting his dick up. “Suck.” I take his balls in my mouth, one then the other. He is clean-shaven and smooth, and I enjoy this, enjoy this woman he has woken up in my life. He is busy jacking off while I enjoy myself, making his knees weak. Grabbing a handful of my braids he pulls me off. “Sneaky, you almost made me cum before I was ready.” He taps my pouting lips with his dick until I open them but he only gives me the head. Wrapping my hand around his dick and covering it with his, we jack him off until he begins twitching in my mouth. “I am going to fucking cum! Swallow! Every! Fucking! Drop! He yells as rope after rope of sweet, salty cum fills my mouth, making me moan. He stumbles back a step looking down at meas I open my mouth showing him his cum, before swallowing, smirking as his eyes darken.
“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn,” I tell him, getting to my feet. I place a foot on the bed. “It’s your turn to get on your knees,” he drops without hesitation. “Eat,” and he practically dived in, knocking me on the bed. He sucks in one lip, then the other, “Fuck me with that talented tongue.” His head drops. “Uh uh uh, eyes on me,” he makes a show of stiffening his tongue, sliding it inside of me, making me want to collapse on the bed, but I stand my ground. It isn’t often that he lets me have control, so I cherish it when he does. He grabs my ass, and I know my control is slipping through my fingers. Holding my ass, he guides me, making me ride his tongue, “Oh my god!” I yell, feeling the orgasm barreling down. Next thing I know, I am up in his arms, then down on my back on the bed with two fingers inside me as he sucks on my clit. “It’s cute that you think you control anything. Turn over,” he says, making me pout, but I hurry to comply. “Ass up, face down, Rebel. Arch that back,” he tells me, slapping both ass cheeks. Holding each ass cheek apart, licking me from my opening to the top of my ass, before he fucks my ass with the same tongue he just fucked my pussy with, and even though I know I am going to be punished, I collapse face first on the bed, it’s going to be a long night.
CHAPTER 11
Judah
“She’ll be fine. We have our guys in there, and we are right around the corner,” Bones says.
“I know.”
“Then maybe you can unflex your hand. I wouldn't be surprised if your palm isn’t bleeding,” he says, and I relax my hand because he is right. I have four red angry half-moons in my palm. I know we have her covered, and I know she can handle herself to a certain extinct, but leaving her in there without me has me pissed off.
“I need to be in there,”
“You would kill him as soon as you see him,”
“And the problem with that?”
“This is Ronnie’s get back,”
“Fine,” I growled. When we slipped in last night, Rebel and Ms. Adelaide hugged like mother and daughter. She is a hell of a woman and I can tell she was gorgeous when she was a young woman. She's still a beautiful woman. We explained the plan: as soon as Franklin shows his face, she and the girls are to leave as quickly and discreetly as possible. We want it to be as little collateral damage as possible. Now I just gotta wait until Ms.Adelaide gives me the sign. I cut my eye over at my cock blocking ass brother. I am still a little pissed off at him when he popped up at the house while Ronnie and I were having a good time. I wasn’t close to being done with her. I was feasting on her ass and pussy, my dick ready to be covered in her juices, when we heard him yelling for us from the living room. I cussed a blue streak while Rebel laughed her ass off. Backing away from my evening meal, I scramble to find my phone and text the pain in the ass that we’ll be down shortly. What should have been an all-night session ended up being a quickie. I made sure she came at least three times to my one, but I was planning on wringing at least ten orgasms from her and making her beg me to let her sleep. But he came to tell us that everything was set for today, so I guess that was worth the interruption. Watching her get dressed today was like seeing a different woman show up. She spent all night taking her braids out and washing and straightening her hair. She pulled it back to a sleek low bun and put on some light makeup, and her outfit looked like it came right out of a lifestyle magazine. She was no longer Ronnie or Rebel. She was Veronique. I have never met her before, and I kind of like her. Like a prim and proper woman, I would like to make beg for the dick. The fantasy of her in a tight skirt business suit, glasses on, on her knees with my dick down her throat, a fantasy I am definitely going to make come true as soon as this shit is over.
Ronnie
I look ridiculous, and the thought that I dressed like this regularly is mind-blowing. It doesn’t even feel like I ever lived that life, but I know I did. New Orleans, Ms. Adelaide, the girls, and, of course, Lion have irrevocably changed me. I could never go back to that Veronique, but perhaps after all this is over, I can create a new me, one that blends Veronique, Ronnie, and Rebelinto one person. I sit in the Courtyard sipping a cup of chicory coffee and eating aCafe Du Mondebeignet and wait. I already saw one of his men. They don’t blend very well, so now it’s just a matter of time before Franklin’s stupid ass shows up. When I was younger, he was, on paper, the perfect mate, but it was all a facade. He was selfish, immature, stupid, and hard-headed, and even though he caused a lot of heartache and pain, his actions pushed my life in the right direction. I found my footing, my backbone, and my voice, and now I found the love of my life. Judah is white! I laugh at that thought because I would have never looked at a white guy before this, but Lion is everything I didn’t think to ask for in a mate. He is a stone-cold killer, an asshole, a biker, and one of the sweetest men I have ever met. He is protective, almost overprotective, accepting, empathetic, super intelligent, and crazy, all in equal measure, and at this point, I don’t want to live without him. And then there is Bones. I love Benjamin. He is like a young Uncle Lenn. He is funny and brilliant, with an amazing sense of loyalty and a crazy work ethic. He is the sibling I never had.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed Franklin walking into the courtyard. My eyes shoot to the left and I watch as Ms. Addie picks up the phone before leaving out of her office and slipping out of the side gate. The chair legs scrape against the cobblestone of the courtyard as Franklin pulls the chair back and takes a seat. He looks like a bootlegBlair Underwood, very handsome, very debonair, and a cunt.
“Do you know how long I have been looking for you?”
“I would assume for as long as I have been running from you,” I reply, taking a sip of my coffee. “Why are you here, Franklin?”
“I would think it was obvious. You know you could have avoided all of this if you had just let me have access to your accounts,”
“So you could rob me blind?”
“I am your husband. I have every right to your money!” he is pissed off, spittle flying from his mouth with his words.
“My money was made from the sweat, sacrifice, and ingenuity of my ancestors, and you have no right to one red cent of my money!”
“Your piece of shit uncle was just as self-righteous! I am going to enjoy watching you die just as much as I enjoyed watching him die,” he says, and I smash the cup in my hand, cutting my palm, causing the coffee and blood to stain the tablecloth.
