Lala
His rough hand covers my mouth, gripping my face tightly, “Shut up, baby. Not tryin’ to attract a fuckin’ audience,” Rampage growls into my ear. His beard scratches against my shoulder and neck as he bites down. “I don’t want anyone to hear the sounds you make when you get fucked. That shit’s for me, and me only,” he says as he gives my thigh a hard slap.
My body arches when he slams into me again with a hard, deep thrust. I would never have guessed that his dick was pierced, all the way down his shaft, and a larger piercing at the tip. Oh my God! I lose my fucking mind when he pulls out slowly, dragging those amazing metal bars along my inner walls, causing a feeling I could never describe. Pulling completely out of me, he slams back into me and my legs begin to shake, ready to give out from this overwhelming feeling. I’ve never experienced this before, and I’m not above begging for more so I grind my ass onto him, showing him how I want it. I just don’t care. I’d let him fuck me on this dirty ass floor right now. His piercings, the intensity of his movements, and his size… oh God, his size, make it just so fucking good.
Each stroke makes my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head. His big hands grip my hips, painfully digging his fingers into my skin while lifting my ass higher for a better angle to go deeper.
“Fuck! That’s what I want. Grind that ass back against me baby.” Taking his hand from my hip, he smacks my ass hard, and I want more. I do as he says, and I grind into him as a loud moan leaves my lips. “That’s it, baby …. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
Slamming in from behind a few more times, he pulls out of me again, but he spins me around, slamming my back against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom. Lifting me up, my legs go around his hips and there is no warning. There’s no easy and no sweet. He rams back into me , fucking me so hard my head hits the wall behind me. My pussy aches, but I need more. He’s consuming me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I scream for him to give it to me harder.
Slamming a hand into the wall by my face he growls, “Shit.” Giving me one good hard stroke that I feel all the way into my stomach.
“Harder, please.” I demand. He slows completely and starts to pull out of me. I clinch around him, desperately trying to keep his dick inside of me. Once he’s out, I can feel the wetness running down my ass.
“What the fuck?” I yell at him.
Leaning his head down, he roughly sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, biting, licking and sucking, teasing me relentlessly. I feel no shame when I say, “Fuck me, Rampage… please.” Kissing the side of my tit, he bites down hard, then starts to kiss and suck on the spot.
“You can’t stop. I want you back inside of me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t tell me shit baby. I will fuck you how I want to,” he growls.
“Whatever the fuck you want. I’ll do whatever you want,” I agree shamelessly, and that gets me a sadistic smile.
“Goddamn right, baby. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with this,” He slaps my pussy, making his point. I beg because I want him like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.
****
On my stomach with my face pressed into the mattress, I’m in this blissful heaven after last night. There is no way I’m getting up. The bed smells like Rampage and here is where I’m staying. Rough hands glide down my thighs to my ankles, and I can’t help the smile that fights it way to my lips. With a hard tug, I’m sliding out from under the blankets and down the bed. Pulled to the end, I sit up, only to lay back down, completely naked in front of him as I give him a smile.
Staring down at me with hard, lust filled eyes, he licks his lips slowly and smirks at me. I instantly pull my thighs together to alleviate the feeling I get, just from the thought of him inside of me, and I’m instantly wet. Crouching down next to the bed, his face is inches from mine.
“What?”
“You fuckin’ know what, Lala.”
Oh I do. I could hear him hollering about getting out of bed, but I just didn’t care. My body is too deliciously sore to get out of bed. To damn sore and happy to do anything. “Go away,” I say as I roll back over on my stomach, giving him my backside.
I feel his lips against my neck, and then he begins kissing and licking his way down my spine, causing me to get goose bumps. He works his way down my body to the top of my ass, then his lips leave my skin. I feel relaxed, that is until his sharp teeth bite into my ass cheek.
“Shit,” I hiss. My skin burns from the pinch of teeth. With another growl, he stands up and gives my ass a hard slap.
“Said get the fuck up.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“No, not Christ. Just Rampage, baby.” Sticking my face back under the covers I roll my eyes at him. How far is he willing to go to get me out of this bed?
****
We all pull up to an old, run down store behind Cali and Stitch, while other members follow behind. This is our last stop before heading home. A woman in her late sixties sits on a bench out front to greet us, or maybe she’s going to shoot us. She looks way past plastered. Her old body has seen better days, I’m sure. Stretched and faded tattoos cover her leathered skin, and her hair is teased and gray to the point of frizz. Tits, in need of a lift, sit in an even older cut. She’s an old, old lady.
The place is in need of repair, just like the old busted up broad sitting out front. Paint’s chipping off everywhere, the front door is cracked down the middle with a screen door hanging on by a hinge. Even the old, dusty glass windows are cracked and broken. The large sign on the roof reads bacco. My guess? It used to say Tobacco.
“Stay out here,” Rampage grunts, leaving Cali and I at an old worn table in the corner of the store, or whatever it is. I turn to watch as he and the guys disappear though a back hall. I’ve been looking around, but neither Cali nor I can figure out what the hell this place used to be. There’s no front counter or glass cases for Tobacco products. No bar… no shelves.
“Bomb shelter?” Cali suggests.
“You honestly think this thing would survive a bomb?” I ask waving my hand around. Laughing, she says, “Maybe. Mrs. Saggy Titties out there looks like she lived through
one.”
A ringing cell phone pulls Cali out the front door, grumbling about shit cell service. Great. I’m alone in this dusty dirty bacco store. I have nothing to do but take another look around the place again, and that’s when the front door swings open. Three men walk in and I see Cali being drug behind one of the guys. My heart leaps into my throat. Shit.
Cali doesn’t look hurt or terrified, but she looks pissed, “Let go of my arm, ya nasty shit stain,” she screeches, trying to pull away. Letting go of her, he smirks and looks between the two of us with a very satisfied look on his face.
“Look at this. Two for the price of one.”
“Fuck off, septic tank scum. God, you fuckin’ stink,” Cali grumbles. Oh hell.
The man that was holding onto Cali has long, dirty blonde hair. He looks to be in his forties and he looks like he’s had a rough life. His two compadres are both big, bald brutes, and they all look mean. My stomach knots with ideas of what they’re going to do.
“Knew this one was feisty, but that one,” he nods his head at me as his lips curl in delight, “isn’t gonna be a challenge.” I’m not a challenge? Come and touch me and see what kinda challenge I am. The long haired dirt ball takes his time looking me up and down while taking a leisurely stroll around me. My back straightens and my body goes rigid. Cali’s right. He stinks and he’s fucking gross. Walking up behind me he touches my hair, running his fingers through it, making my skin crawl. My heart beats feverishly in my ears as he leans in to smell my hair.
I try to step away, but he wraps an arm around my waist, “So. You the reason my brothers breathing through a tube, bitch?” His brother? What? “He might not be able to get a taste, but baby, I can do it for him,” I’m confused. Who’s his brother and why is it my fault he’s breathing through a tube?
“Stitch!” Cali’s high-pitched voice rings through the room, and a loud commotion pulls my head toward Cali. With a backhand, baldy slaps her across the face.
“Fuck!” Stitch growls as he runs into the room with a face full of fury. Picking Cali up off of the floor, Stitch looks to Rampage.
“C’mere, Lala.” Rampage’s irate voice grumbles from the hallway. Stringy hair guy lets me go, but not without a fight. Jerking my body away from him, I throw myself at Rampage. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he tugs me into his chest, pressing his rough lips to my forehead.
“Go into the bathroom. Lock the door until I come get ya,” With a little push toward a door down the hall, I start to go, but stop.
This life, his life, is crazy. Not that mine is much better, but something about his is terrifying. Looking over my shoulder, back down the hall, I watch as Rampage strides up to stink pot and punches him square in the face. The man staggers back and starts to fall before Rampage kicks him down. My eyes catch Tags, who gives me a soft smile and nods me back down the hall.