Wicked End by Bella Jeanisse

head. “That hurts, cut it out.” Then he covered her mouth, turned on by her resistance. He leaned down and whispered, “Can I tie you up?”
    She finally recognized his voice. “Uh-uh,” she mumbled incoherently and shook her head. She usually only allowed Brandon to do that. She tried to pull her hands free, but he tightened his grip. Then her eyes narrowed. She felt something odd inside of her. “What is that?” With her mouth covered, it was muffled.
    “What?” Chico quietly moaned as ground into her. Then his head went back and it smacked the top of the bunk. “Let’s get down, so I got room to work.” He pulled out and carefully climbed down to the floor. He tapped her leg and whispered, “Come down here. I don’t wanna hit my head again.”
    Mackenzie peeked out and saw no one. She wondered where Brandon was. Slowly she pulled back the curtain and started sliding down. He grabbed her just before she hit the floor and lifted her up. She quickly gripped his shoulders.
    He smirked, leaning her back against a post. Then he planted his feet, so they didn’t fall. Softly, he asked, “You ready, little lady?”
    She met his gaze in the dimly lit hall, eyelids still heavy. "Yeah." She felt his hand touch her inner thigh and wrapped her arms around his neck.
    Chico pushed forward and sighed as the head of his cock broke through. He groaned as he thrust shallowly a few times. He grinned when he heard a gasp from Mackenzie. Her arms clutched his neck tighter while her breath washed over his ear. A shiver ran down his spine. His neck was very sensitive.
    Mackenzie was shocked when he started going faster. Her lips brushed his throat as he shook her body. He felt so much like Brandon, she almost kissed him, but caught herself in time. She felt something again though.
    “What’s that rubbing on me?” It was almost like he had some type of solid ribbed condom on.
    He groaned in her ear. “The implants… in my… dick…”
    She had no idea he had them. “Mmmm, I like that.” He was grazing her sweet spot with each stroke while the implants stimulated her canal. Her nails instinctively dug into his back.
    “Don’t make a mark,” he begged her.
    Mackenzie balled her fists and whimpered quietly. “Oh, fuck.” Her pussy tensed as her insides trembled.
    Chico realized he was free for two weeks. “Never mind, scratch away. She won’t see it.”
    Confused, she looked into his eyes. “Huh?” Her breath was ragged.
    “My Boston girlfriend.” He groaned as she clenched his dick. “Do whatever you want.”
    Brandon was torturing himself with images of Mackenzie screaming out Chico’s name. A few of his girlfriends had bragged how amazing he was in bed. The last thing Brandon wanted was for Chico to take her as one of his brood. Mackenzie was his, damn it!
    He assumed they were still in his bunk, her soaking the sheets while he fucked the shit out of her. He didn’t hear anything, but they all knew how to be quiet when the need arose. After seething for a minute, he stood up and headed for the door.
    Then he exhaled loudly. If they were still going at it, he would be hurt more than ever. Maybe they were done and just talking. Chico was a good listener. Many times, Brandon had gone to him when he needed to talk. He always helped.
    Chico moaned while Mackenzie’s pussy rhythmically tightened and relaxed around him. “Shit!” he cried out, louder than he expected.
    “Shut up!” Jeff shouted from his bunk and threw an empty beer can towards the couple. They were just loud enough to invade his dream of Eva Longoria.
    Mackenzie let out a short laugh then a groan of pleasure. “Oh, God.” Her lips were against his ear.
    “Damn… girl.” Chico was grinding his hips into hers with his eyes rolled back. Then the bus turned. He grabbed the wall behind her. “Hold on tight,” he softly told her.
    She clung to him, as he pumped into her again. He gradually went faster then harder. She gasped, trying to stay