Page 26 of Property of Brute & Axl
“Ah, fuck.” Groaning as I awaken to the sensation of a warm mouth wrapped around my dick, I thrust upwards, gagging her before she sucks until it feels as if my soul is about to leave my body. “Princess, that feels fucking fine as hell.” Her nails scrape down my sides.
Slitting open my eyes and staring down my body, I see her hair pushed to the side and her eyes closed. She’s naked and sprinkled in bruising fingerprints from us, with bite marks everywhere. It’s a sight I could grow used to waking up to.
“Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” Axl says, walking over to the end of the bed, crawling up to where Finleigh kneels between my legs, and lying flat to sit her pussy on his face.
Her moan around my dick as Axl eats her pussy like a starving man vibrates from tip to root. Clenching the sheets on either side of my body, I try to hold off coming until the very last minute.
“Finleigh,” I growl down at her as she pulls off to lap at me like a fucking lollipop when all I want is deeper inside her throat. It puts me on an edge I don’t like. “Take it deep.” She smiles at my demand as she kisses the tip, licking the drop of liquid seeping out before complying.
I have no clue what the fuck Axl is doing to her pussy, but he’s distracting her, and it’s pissing me off. I want her complete attention on me. “Ax, fucking stop distracting her.” He chuckles as he holds her tighter to his face. “Beat your ass,” I threaten on a groan as Fin takes my dick deeper, swallowing and moaning as she pushes down as far as she can. “Just like that, princess. Good girl.”
Our eyes meet, and I can see she’s on edge as well, trying to focus on sucking my dick, but Axl is making her feel too fucking good. “It’s okay, babe, come all over his face.” I grasp the back of her head, securing her in place, as she screams through a mouth filled with my cock while holding my stare.
Immediately, she begins sucking harder, my eyes cross, and I spurt into her mouth, releasing everything in my balls as she swallows me down like she’s done this a million times before. Blind fury nearly takes over as the image forms of her mouth on some random man's dick.
She pulls away, breathless and smiling stunningly, so I suppress the anger, refusing to be the reason she’s upset again.
“Don’t worry, dude, my dick was the first.” Axl laughs, reading my thoughts.
Her eyes flare, some of the light dimming, worried that I’m pissed with her. “I’m a jealous man,” I confess. “Can’t help it. The thought of another man’s dick inside your body that’s not ours is going to send me into a blind rage. Has nothing to do with you, princess.”
Crawling up my body and licking her lips, Fin kisses along my jaw before whispering in my ear, “I like you jealous.” She then cuddles into my neck and promptly falls asleep.
“Plot twist.” Axl’s smirk is pleasure-filled as he rises from bed and slips into his jeans. “Prospects have left; should be in Jackson in about an hour.”
“Where are you going?” I have no interest in moving from Finleigh, but some shit needs to be done.
“Making breakfast, then finishing the bike so I can have it ready for my client in the next day or two.”
“Sounds good.” I let him leave, enjoying the moment with Finleigh alone.
I’ll have to return the favor to Axl soon. Alone time with her is just as important as time together, and we never want her to feel pressured to choose. It’s something we’ll give to her naturally.
Rolling to the side, I settle her on her back, allowing me to study her injuries as they heal. The stitches were dissolvable, now on their way to being gone, but leaving scars in places where she was hurt. The knife slices on her thighs from not only the torture she endured, but also by her own hand, still concerns me.
We understand that she won’t be the same woman she was before the attack, despite some glimpses of her prior confidence. She’ll need therapy as her memories return and intensify in frequency, but only when she gives the ok.
As of now, the case detective hasn’t called us to check in on her or schedule an interview. I’m not sure if it’s because they’re incompetent or they’re aware that the pressure of an interview might worsen her amnesia.
Brushing my fingers across her belly and the boot prints on her side, still in the healing stages of bruising, I marvel at the fact that she’s having our baby. A family never seemed in the cards for me. I’ve been a killer my entire adult life and don’t know a damn thing about crying babies, midnight feedings, or changing diapers. I’ve never held a baby in my life, and now we’re having one.
The child’s paternity doesn’t matter to either one of us. It might to Finleigh once he or she is born, but she seems content to leave that for a later time.
Staring around our apartment, I wonder if there is space for baby furniture here or if she would prefer one of the cabins for more privacy.
The warehouse is safer not only because of the security, but there is always more than one man here or close by. The cabins around the property are located farther behind the warehouse. And while someone looking to gain entrance would have to be allowed in, no one would be nearby if there were an issue.
Pushing Fin’s legs open, her pussy glistens from the two times we came in her cunt last night, plus the leftover pleasure from Axl eating her out this morning. Craving her taste, my body settles between her legs.
Framing her cunt with my hands, my thumbs glide up from the bottom, opening her lips like a flower. Her pink center is exposed to my prying eyes as I lean forward and flick my tongue across her hole and up to her clit. Finleigh sighs but doesn’t move.
Burying my face in sex and inhaling eagerly, she’s become a drug, and I’m her slave. I kiss every inch of her pussy, taking my time to taste her so she can rest more. Her legs spread wider, relaxing so I can get closer.
Staring up her body, the baby shifts, and I can see it in the way her belly ripples and rolls with each movement, making the reality more intense. I’ve felt him jostle around, but seeing it is an entirely new experience.
My girl is beautiful like this. Soft in sleep, swollen belly more visible by the day, and pussy wide open for my viewing pleasure. Our future continues to grow on me.
Finleigh’s scent draws me in as she lets out a soft sound, deep in her sleep. Spreading my mouth across her pussy, my teeth brush her clit, providing friction as my tongue laps at her tight hole.