And what exactly is going on at Python?
Is he talking about his haven for women philosophy, or is it something more than just that? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Be
cause I trust him and, whatever the conflict is between him and Lester, it won’t change a thing.
I trust Austin’s judgment more than anything right now, and I won’t let all the things Lester told me about him cloud my mind. That bastard tried to poison me with lies, but that stops now.
“Austin, I…” I start saying, but I stop, not finding the right words. I sided with Lester, and I worked with him to spy on Python and Austin… And, God, that’s making me feel horrible. He presses one finger over my lips and hushes me with a smile.
“You don’t need to say anything,” he whispers, smiling gently. Leaning into me, he brushes his lips tenderly against my own. “I promise you: we’re going to get through this. We’ll find a way.”
As I look into his eyes, I find all my fears fading away as if they were being carried by the wind. I believe him. I believe him in a way I’ve never believed anyone before.
Austin is going to make it all right, I just know it.
How?
Because I love him.
Yeah, you heard me. You know, in case you didn’t hear me before.
Destiny Renee is in love with Austin “Python” Price.
I nod at him, a shy smile creeping on my lips. “We’ll get through this,” I repeat, belief turning into certainty.
Yes, we’re going to get through this.
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Austin
She’s calmer now, and the way she bounced back from being chased by armed thugs… That tells me that she doesn’t really need a savior. Fuck, if I hadn’t showed up I’m betting that she might have kicked those two guys' asses all by herself. That’s Destiny; she doesn’t need a savior.
It was hard hearing her tell the truth… How Lester twisted her arm so that she would spy on me, and how in the end he fucked her over by raiding her club. But, in a way, it makes me feel better that the truth is out now. I believe her, and I believe that we’ll get through this.
“Come here,” she purrs, laying one hand on my knee and turning to face me. Smiling, I place my hand on top of hers and lean in, parting my lips and fitting them against hers.
“Are we going to finish what we started back at the club?” I tease her, tucking one lock of hair over her ear. Lifting her legs, she places them over mine and sits on my lap, placing both her arms around my neck. She gives me a gentle kiss and then looks me in the eyes, a grin flourishing on her lips.
“Yes, we are,” she purrs again, and my cock starts hardening. She notices it and, her grin widening, she starts moving her hips and grinding her ass against my growing thickness. “Except this time,” she continues, “I’m going to be the one in control.”
Without giving me the time for a response, she runs her fingers through my hair and yanks. I throw my head back and she just smiles at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she turns around so that she’s straddling me.
“You think I’ll let you take control like that?” I defy her, but I already know what her answer is going to be.
“I don’t need you to let me do anything… I take what I want, when I want it.” With that, she pushes her skirt up to her waist and presses her crotch against mine. My cock pushes against the fabric of my dress, aching to feel her wet pussy, and she presses hard against it. At the same time, she lets go of my hair and takes both her hands to my shirt. Grabbing me by the collar, she tugs on the shirt fiercely and the buttons pop out of the fabric, scattering all around floor.
“That’s one expensive shirt,” I tease her, enjoying the way she seems to be possessed by a frenzied lust.
“That’s what you get for ruining all of my dresses,” she shoots back, and then leans into me and presses her lips against my neck. Instead of kissing, she pulls my skin between her teeth, biting harshly. I groan as she does it, my cock pulsing violently as I let desire take control over me.
Her hands are on my chest, carefully tracing the contour of my pecs and then going down to the hard lines between my abs; I grab her by the ass, pulling her into me as I lift my hips up from the couch, pressing the shape of my hard cock between her thighs.
Needing her naked body more than I ever needed anything in my life, I then grab at her blouse and pull it out, forcing her to raise her arms up in the air. I throw it to the floor and then lean in at once, taking my mouth right to between her delicious tits. I push one of the cups of her bra down, baring one hard nipple, and lose no time; I wrap my lips around it, circling it with my tongue as my heart starts pounding so loudly it resembles a machine gun.
She moans as I suck hard on her nipple, and so I do the next logical thing; I take my hands to her back and undo the clasp there. With quick movements, I tug the straps down her arms and simply throw the bra on top of her discarded blouse. I lean back against the couch for one simple second, time enough for me to take in the sight of her perfect round and perky tits, her rosy nipples calling to me; I reach for them and squeeze them, her warm flesh shifting under the soft touch of my fingers.
That’s when she decides to reignite the movement of her hips; swaying back and forth, she grinds against my twelve inches like a woman possessed. Fuck, this is so good I might just come like this. Seriously, not all women know how to dance over a man’s cock, but Destiny sure has all the right moves down. But I won’t let myself go like this; when you have a woman like her aching to fuck you, you have to enjoy all of her, and that to the very end. She won’t make it easy for me, though.