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Dean

The minute she left, we got them out of the cabin. If she thought we buried them in the crate, that was all she needed to know. When we stepped outside, Mac came up to us.

“Boss, Jason and the boys are finished. We need to get there before sunrise.”

“Okay, load them up and make sure they’re stripped of everything; can’t have them finding a way to escape,” I said. He nodded, and they got them off the porch and into the car. I looked at Aleck.

“Mom and Dad will kill us if they ever find out,” he said, smirking.

“Idiot,” I said, hitting him.

We got into the car and drove over the short distance. I checked the time, and it was close to five. When we got there, we didn’t waste any time. Aleck and I knew the only place to bury a body that could and would never be found was in the cemetery. The minute we got them, and I heard he was going to kidnap her, I had Mac send some of his guys out to search the obituaries for funerals planned for the next day. They found four, so I had Mac instruct them to dig another six feet down in the already prepared hole.

It’s not like anyone would go digging up an already prepared hole for a burial. We got them out of the cars and into their coffins. I looked at them both; did I feel sorry? Fuck no. We watched as they tied their hands, feet, and mouths.

“Oh wait, didn’t Brian say he needed their hands?” Aleck said.

Mac smirked. Mac was more than happy to chop off their fucking hands. Guess when they wake up, they’ll understand what happened. We

watched as they closed the coffins with screws as they were about to lower them into two separate holes.

“Bury them upside down,” Aleck said, and I swore I saw Diego and the others smile. The gravedigger was kind enough to leave the compact excavator he had used earlier in the day, so the boys used that to cover the hole they had dug. We were finished before the sun rose. We made sure not to leave any traces of ourselves. Mac, Diego, Aleck, and I stayed a good distance and waited. Around twelve, the first funeral procession came. We sat and watched as the priest, or whoever, did his thing, and then they lowered the coffin into the hole.

One by one, the family members drifted away. About an hour later, the second funeral procession came in. We stayed there all day. When five o’clock came, we saw the gravedigger. He started up the machine and began covering the holes. When he was finished, we left. It was done.

“We’ll bury the crate at the house in the backyard,” I said, looking at Mac.

“Fill it with anything. But first, let’s get some rest,” Aleck said, leaning back.

Aleck

When we walked into the apartment, it was almost nine in the evening. I felt a sense of relief; it was over, done. They would never get a chance. to hurt her or anyone else. When we turned the corner, she was sitting there alone. She stood up and came over to us.

“Is everything okay?” she asked hesitantly.

“Everything is fine. Where are Mallory and Andrew?” I asked.

“Mal’s mom had an accident; I told them I was okay to go. Umm, Rea showed up, but I didn’t let her in. Why don’t you two go take a shower? I’ll reheat dinner for you,” she said, walking to the kitchen. I looked at Dean and found him looking at me.

“She’s unsure,” he said quietly, and I just nodded. After a shower, we were having dinner, and she was quiet, too quiet. I put my fork down and looked at her.

“Are you going to tell us, or will we have to find out the hard way?” I asked. She stopped eating and looked at me, then at Dean.

“Tell you what?” she asked. Dean stopped eating and looked at her. “We’re not playing this game, Layla. What is it? You’re quiet, you won’t speak unless you must, and you won’t look at us. So, what is it?” He asked her.

“You’re imagining things,” she said, standing up and walking to the sink.

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“Layla,”

She threw the plate down. “Fine, if you want to know so badly, I’m unsure. Happy now? I’m unsure because I don’t fucking understand why you still want to be with me after that fucker raped me,” she said, walking away. I just shook my head.

“Go deal with her,” I said, looking at Dean.

“Yeah, no. You go handle it. She likes to hit when she’s like that,” he said as he continued eating. I shook my head and stood up. I found her in her room. I locked the door behind me. I knew when she heard it because she grabbed a book and threw it at me.

“Cut that shit out,” I said, making my way over to the bed.

“Leave me alone,” she said, turning away. I grabbed her feet and pulled her down to the foot of the bed. She tried hitting me, but I grabbed her hands.

“Listen and listen carefully, baby girl. There is no ‘still.‘ We never stopped wanting you. The minute you left, we were miserable. We stayed locked away in the apartment. We didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and didn’t even want to work. Every time that fucking idiot raped you, he sent a video. And all we wanted to do in that second was fucking murder him.” I said, looking at her.

“Yes, he raped you, and that’s going to bother you for a very long time, but that doesn’t change who you are to us. The minute we buried those two fuckers, I didn’t even think about it anymore. All I thought about was coming back home to you. Nothing changes for us; you’re still the same Layla that we fell in love with.” I said, looking at her, and she started crying.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay, baby girl. I got you. We got you, and from now on, no one is ever hurting you again. That’s a promise. Now stop crying,” I said, letting go of her hands and wiping her tears away. She sat up and sat down. When she grabbed my jeans, I knew what she was after.

“Baby girl, are you sure?” I asked her. She didn’t answer; she undid my jeans and released me. When I felt her wet, warm tongue sliding down the top side of my dick, I couldn’t help but groan.e

“Come here,” I said, pulling away from her. I grabbed her, taking her clothes off. When she was naked, threw myself onto the bed and pulled her to me, pulling her pussy down onto my mouth. I heard the groan she out as she swallowed me..

let

I reached up with both hands, palmed each cheek of her beautiful ass, and pulled her hips close enough for me to lick her sweet pussy. She was already wet and tasted so delicious.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, not letting go of my dick.

I worked my tongue in between the folds of her pussy and found her clit, gave it a few flicks, worked my way back to her pussy entrance, and gave it a few licks. She started rocking back and forth to my rhythms, pushing her pussy down a little further. Her juices got hotter, wetter, and tastier. Without warning, she let go of my cock and sat straight up, pouring even more of her sweet pussy juices into my mouth.

“Fuck Aleck,” she moaned as she rode my face. I grabbed her hips, holding her in place as she went back to sucking my cock. She started moaning louder around me. Her body shook, and I knew she was close. I pinched her hips, and she sat up. I pulled her around as she straddled herself over me and slid herself all the way down onto my cock, taking every bit of me.

“Oh god.”

Shit, when she’s like this, she usually needs both of us. She started rocking her hips fast, then slow. I smacked her ass, and her body trembled.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she moaned as she moved her hips faster. This

was for her; this was what she needed.

“Take what you want, baby girl,” I said, pulling her already erect nipples as her body shook with her

orgasm.

“Oh god, so good,” she moaned as she fisted her hair, and the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her body.

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Before her orgasm subsided, I already lifted her up off my dick and pulled her wet pussy down back onto my mouth. I love eating her pussy. I love how she tastes. I love how she smells; it’s heavenly scented, with a heavenly scent, and I love how she responds to my lips and tongue. She was panting and moaning, and I could feel her clit swelling against my tongue. As her pussy went into another intense orgasm spasm.

“Ah! Oh, fuckkkkkk!” She moaned as more of her sweet love juices flowed into my mouth.

After she calmed down, she lifted herself off my face. “Now, what I really need is your cock in me,” she said as she sank down my body. I watched as she spread her pussy lips with one hand and closed her eyes, almost going into a trance, and slowly slid all the way down to my root. Her pussy was still having involuntary contractions from her orgasm. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and intense, squeezing, releasing, milking, rocking, and riding my cock. It was like she was meditating and doing yoga, using the root of my cock as her pivot point.

After about ten minutes of this blissful, meditative fuck, she opened her eyes and looked at me. “Get the other one in here,” she said, moving her hips faster. Her hands in her hair, pulling and tugging, I knew she was close again, so I let her. When she started rubbing her clit, I knew where she was headed.

“Oh, fuck, Aleck! I’m cuuumm…ming,” she gasped, getting so lost in her orgasm she had a hard time getting that last word out.

I pushed her hips down on mine in time with her breathing, impaling my cock even deeper into her sweet honey pot while she gushed, breath after breath, after heavy gasping breath. Her pussy was still having involuntary pulsations from her orgasm. I thrust up into her harder. “Oh, fuckkkkkk!” I sat up with her and fucked into her harder, her nails biting into my shoulder.

“I’m going to cum,” I said. She sat up instantly, pulling off and taking me into her mouth. I fisted her hair as she worked her tongue around me. ‘Fuck, just like that, baby girl!” She sped up her movements, and I came with a groan, emptying in her mouth. She sat up and looked at me and smiled. I pulled her into me, taking her mouth.

“I love you, Baby Girl.”

“I love you, too, Aleck.”

When the door opened and Dean came in, he just looked at us and rolled his eyes. He came over and lay beside us. “What have the two of you been up to?” he asked as if he didn’t already know and see us. She grabbed him. He tried sitting up, but she grabbed his shirt. He looked around

her and looked at me.

“You’ve been in here for almost an hour. Why is she still holding onto me?”

I pulled away and stood up. “She still wants more,” I said, walking out of the room and leaving them. She had already thrown him onto the bed

when I walked out.

Dean

I knew they were fucking, and it didn’t bother me. “I need more,” she said in a whisper.

“How many times did you cum?” I asked, caressing her body. I removed my shirt and looked at her.

“Not enough,” she said, and I couldn’t help but laugh, flipping her over on her back and going down to her sweet juices. She was

on her back, legs wide open, mouth on her clit, and two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. I could see her face, flush with excitement, the gleam in her the contented smile as she was being eaten and fingered, her lovely breasts moving up and down faster and faster as her breathing

was getting heavier, and her perfect nipples standing at attention, and couldn’t resist the urge to tug on them as she moaned.

eyes,

She was getting closer to her orgasm. What she likes most after an orgasm is to be well fucked. Her breathing got faster, shallower, and more irregular. Her jaw fell open a bit. Her stomach and abdomen started jumping a little. She was right on the edge, and, without a doubt, suddenly, she froze and completely stopped breathing for a few moments. Her abdomen started pulsing, and her breathing came back with a whoosh. She started gasping and bucking off the bed. I stopped licking her clit and focused on fingering her, Fuck, she was having a full–body orgasm. This

was a first.

I sat up and undid my jeans. There was no slow entry. I went in balls deep with one plunge. Her pussy welcomed my dick, clamping down with a perfect grip.

“Oh, fuckkkkkk!” She screamed, grabbing her breast.

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“Is this what you needed, princess?” I asked her as I thrust into her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned between breaths.

She knew if she wanted sweet and tender, Aleck would give that to her. If she wanted to be fucked, she knew when to let go. Her clit was still quite sensitive from cumming. I didn’t go easy. Getting fucked while her after–orgasm spasms are still going on is very powerful for a woman, and I didn’t want to miss out on that. I looked into her eyes, tuned into her breathing. I had a good read on her.

I could still feel the heat and the pulses from her orgasm. She could too. I pulled out and slammed back into her, and her eyes opened wide. I could feel the pulses even stronger. The first three inches of a woman’s pussy are the most sensitive, so I didn’t want to back out yet. I pulled back. I did that, in and out, in and out, in and out, for a few breaths, and she was getting into it. Suddenly, her pussy got a lot wetter, and her breathing changed, moving into high gear.

“Fuck me, Dean!” She said, begging me to fuck her, and I knew she needed it hard and deep. I gave her what she asked for. I continued pounding into her, hard, hot stroke after hard, hot stroke, again and again, and all she did was moan.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, Dean,” she said in a whisper. I knew she was getting close to orgasm. I could see it in her eyes. I played with her clit as her breathing hastened, and her body started to tense. Her body began quaking, and she gripped the sheets tighter. Her orgasm was erupting. Her first reflex response was to close her eyes, but she opened them right away and continued to look into mine, including me in her orgasm. She didn’t moan or say a word and only gasped quietly. Her chest heaved for about a dozen breaths. Even though this was a quiet orgasm for her, I could tell she was feeling it deeply.

When her breathing calmed down and her grip relaxed, I knew she was done cumming. I put my arms around her and gently kissed her. “I love you, princess, but I need you,” I said, and she nodded. I felt something twitch around my cock. She was squeezing and releasing my dick with her pussy muscles. “Fuck, cut that out, princess!” I said, slamming into her harder and faster.

“Oh god, so good, cum in me, Dean, cum in my pussy!” she said, tugging her nipples. Fuck, she knew how to throw me off balance. I felt an orgasm building in me that had to happen.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I started pumping into her with longer strokes.

“Give it to me, Dean! I need your cum! Fill me up!”

“Fuck,” I groaned as I came. I started pumping her again, matching my thrusts with my cum spurts. I leaned over, taking her mouth, kissing her long, hard, and deep.