In Too Deep(57)

She shook her head. "I didn't have time. But it’s enough.”

I stood up and took her into my arms, pulling her tight to me, taking away her control. She didn't want it that night, she wanted me in charge. And I was more than man enough to do what needed to be done. "On the couch, Melina.”

She purred at the way I said her name, thick and commanding. Nodding, she stepped from my arms and bent over the couch, putting her forearms on the back cushions. Spreading her legs, she displayed herself for me.

I was tempted to plunge into her tight hole immediately. After all, she'd asked for it. But I knew better. Instead, I reached between her legs, rubbing the silky soft lips of her folds. I slipped a finger inside her, marveling at the texture inside. Supple, soft, warm and slippery while still clinging, even to my finger. She gasped before pushing back into me, not even giving me a chance to move my finger in and out. I let her pleasure herself for a minute then withdrew, taking my cock in my hand. "Are you ready?"

I placed my cock at the puckered entrance to her ass and pushed, slow and inexorable. I didn't want to hurt her, while at the same time, I wanted her to feel exactly who was in charge. I reached up with my right hand and grabbed her hair, holding her firmly as I eased inside. "That's it, that's it . . . ” I hissed. "Just a bit more."

My cockhead finally pushed past her tight sphincter, popping through with almost liquid ease. I stopped, making sure that I could hold myself back, not hurting her. It was with infinitesimal slowness that I continued, pulling back and pushing forward until I was nestled fully inside her. "There we are."

"That feels so good," Melina gasped, her fingers clutching at the couch's upholstery. "God I feel so f*cking full."

I pulled back and pushed in again, stroking my cock in and out of her almost impossibly tight ass. It was dark heaven, a vise-like constriction around the base of my cock while the rest of it was surrounded by a hot, pillowy caress that felt amazing. We had only ever done it one other time, both of us drunk not on alcohol, but on the erotic energy of the activity. We’d agreed that it was something we would only indulge in occasionally, something that we could look forward to.

I tugged on her hair again, pushing into Melina's ass once more. It felt so good, and I loved it. We fell into a hot, passionate rhythm, my cock filling her over and over. I pushed a little harder and faster, my hips smacking into the perfect combination of soft flesh and firm muscle, each impact causing both of us to cry out, me in a deep grunt and Melina in a squeal that carried in it both pain and pleasure. She loved it, I knew, and we didn't have to say a word to know what each other was thinking.

Pausing, I pulled Melina back, letting her hair go and cupping her breasts. I pulled her around, taking a seat on the edge of the couch and leaning back, Melina's ass still impaled on my cock.

Melina rode up and down on, giving herself into her passions while I held myself still beneath her. It was supposed to give me the opportunity to hold back a little bit, to prolong our pleasure, but it didn't matter much. She rode me so hard and so fast, I could feel my balls tighten and my orgasm rise within me.

I reached around her hip, finding her clit and rubbing it quickly. She lost control, her legs nearly going into convulsions as she was hammered on both sides with pleasure. I felt her ass clench around my cock, and her second orgasm leaving her tossing her head from side to side as wetness flooded my fingers. It pushed me over the edge, and I moaned as my orgasm blasted through me hard and powerful.





Chapter 33





Melina




I felt blown away as I looked at the network Cam had displayed on the screen. He’d at first tried to arrange it in a simple box-to-box network, but as the connections grew and multiplied, he'd had to re-arrange it, creating what in the end looked more like a spider's web than anything else.

"There are this many people involved in this?" I finally asked when my count reached fifty-nine boxes. "Really?"

Cam shook his head. "No. Like this branch that sort of hangs out on its own, that's Pinzetti's wife and her family," he said. "I didn't focus any attention on them at first because I wanted details on the other more likely culprits, but it was a secondary search item that the computers did after the other networks are complete. Here, let's take that out for now."

He clicked his mouse, and the screen simplified. "You know, that thing's already a few years old," I said, looking at it. "What are you going to do when the hardware starts to break down?"

"The hard drive clones itself to an external system once a week," Cam said, "so if something does go wrong, there’s a full backup. The weakest links in the perpetuation of the safety net are you and me.”

Humming, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I don't know about that. Last night I felt ready to take on a lion barehanded afterward."

Cam laughed softly and gave me a light swat on my backside, making me yelp. I didn't want to sit down, but at the same time, I relished in the ache, feeling stronger and more powerful than I'd ever felt before. While my 'inner workings' felt fine that morning, my actual butt cheeks were deliciously bruised from the pounding of Cam's hips into mine the night before. "Okay, point taken. Still mortal. So back to the nefarious network of nasty nincompoops."