"Shannon," he mumbled against her breast.
"That's all?"
"That's enough."
"I… I think I love you, Shannon," she whispered.
He didn't answer, but he smiled a little to himself. It was going better than he could ever have possibly dreamed. What more could he ask? Christ, she was a luscious bitch… and with enough loot in the bank to set his little operation in motion beautifully. His smile broadened: he thought, if old Tony could only see him now with his cock planted deep between his sweet young wife's widespread legs… poor bastard…
"Did you hear me, Shannon, cheri?" she interrupted his thoughts. "I think I love you…"
"I heard you," be answered softly. "What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing… I guess… yet. But… you will be good to me… gentle and kind… you won't hurt me…?"
Again, it wasn't her words as much as her sincerity of tone that touched him. He felt like a rotten ass. He raised his head and looked down into her beautiful face. Her lovely dark eyes were moist and her parted lips wet, intoxicating, in her emotional and unbidden desire. He lay his lips tenderly against hers and felt her tremble beneath him. Then, he said: "We're going to make a half million dollars, angel… you and I… and we're going to take back Igat and go a long, long way from here… together… the three of us… Now, how does that sound to you?"
Slowly, his statement registered and her eyes widened in amazement. She repeated: "A… a half-million dollars…? Mon Dieu! What are you saying? How, cheri? Please… please, don't make fun of me…"
Shannon grinned down at her. "It's anything but that, little girl," he said convincingly. "A half-million… that's what Gaston Larreau's going to pay for the return of his one and only child… That's right, baby… I'm going to kidnap and hold Annette Larreau for ransom… and you're going to help me…"
Madeleine felt her muscles tighten and her breath hitch at even the mention of the little czar's name, let alone the incredible words that followed. An icy clamminess crept over her and she caught his face between her hands to hold it up where she could see and study it. She said: "You… You can't mean what you said…?"
"Every word."
"M-Mon Dieu! It's insane! He'd kill you… both of us! Believe me, Shannon, I know him. It's impossible. Please… tell me that you're joking…?"
Shannon grinned down at her frightened, beautiful face. He kissed her, then began to run his hand down over her breast and ribs tauntingly, exploring really for the first time. She trembled lightly beneath his touch. He said: "We'll talk later, cheri, when we've less to do. Plenty of time… right now, I want some more of you… only this time, it's your turn little girl."
"B-But… oh… oh… my Shannon… my Shannon," she moaned receptively as she felt his thick member stirring against her thigh once more and she let her arms slip around his neck while he eased his tongue deep into her mouth and she began to suck gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her small white teeth, sending new spasms to run the length of his spine. At last, she said: "Oh my cheri… my cheri… I'll do anything you say… just love me… I need you so badly… Oh, don't ever leave me, mon cher… I'll do anything… anything you say…!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Madeleine pressed her thigh up against his crotch, bringing his cock to a hurting hardness once more. Shannon grunted, feeling the wetness from its seminal weeping at the tip of the turgid, rubbery head.
"Oh, my Shannon, cheri… you make me so happy… I-I want to know every inch of you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair, her breath warm and sweet in his face. He still lay atop of her and she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his mouth again as he moved his hands down beneath her to the smoothness of her buttocks, cradling the soft round spheres in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him, then ran her hands exploringly down over his lean hard flesh, pale from his long incarceration, searching eagerly into the private hollows of him. Her head swam with the thrilling delight of the moment, with the anticipation of her fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she needed him… how she was always going to need him… how she would love him forever and ever and ever…!
His cock pressed almost savagely against her thighs, its generous head splitting the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt-lips as it lay poised and ready, as if it might plunge into her again at any unknown second. The thought induced her to lift her hips suddenly, raising both of them while she moved her arms around beneath her buttocks and with the fingertips of both hands, spread her soft, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, offering an even greater tensing contact for his prick with her moist, sensitive cuntal flesh. Then she dropped back onto the bed, his throbbing rod caught tightly between her thighs.
Shannon's own brain began to swirl once more with the erotic pleasures of her inviting body. Christ, he'd forgotten it could be like this… that a man could completely lose all sense of perspective once he lay caught between a lovely woman's legs… and this was the most enticing creature he had ever known… but he wasn't going to kid himself… she was no amateur… no dainty Godamned little flustered wife who had suddenly lost her husband to the law and was waiting patiently on the shelf for his return… This delightful, breathtaking bitch had somehow become a seasoned whore in unsuspecting Tony's absence, and he, Shannon, intended to take full advantage of her talents, as well as her bank-balance… and on top of that he was going to make her love it.
He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body and she began a slow, rhythmic undulation with her hips; he could feel the long smooth muscles and cords beneath the sun-tinted flesh ripple lightly, indicating a hidden, unexpected strength he had not noticed before. In his mind he could feel the soft but powerful sinews of her thighs gripping at his back again when he buried his cock into her.
She whined, cat-like, and mashed her lips against his, writhing her smooth flat belly tight up to him, her long nails raking the flesh of his back as he drew her naked loins up tighter to him. He tasted the delicious sweetness of her desire-heated mouth as he moved up and down slowly, the insinuated full-length of his hardness massaging her widespread cuntal slit that was wrapped so warmly and wetly around his shaft, and growing more wet with every passing second; he felt her firm, full buttocks tauten and relax in his hands as she began a more frantic rotation up against his loins, until at last, her legs shot out wide to the left and right of his naked, grinding body, her calves returning to encircle and press against the backs of his thighs in an effort to pull and lock him tighter into her.
"Oooohhh… now, cheri… now! Fuck me… please… fuck me before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot in his face, her hand darting down between them to grasp his throbbing prick and guide it further into her between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her moist, quivering cunt.
Shannon grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his pulsating shaft with a flesh-resounding smack deep into the grasping hot mouth of her wanting pussy.
"Oooohhhh," she whimpered pleasurably under him, while the amazing tightness of her moist velvety passage walls sheathed his sensitive, steel-hard spear of flesh with a skilled muscle control that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep in his throat.
He thrust viciously, sending his long, aching cock up into her warm tight cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the flow of her lubrication fluids mixed with his own sperm from before, easing the way with each plunge, until at last the blood-inflated head of his heavy rod struck bottom and his balls slapped hard between the smooth rounded cheeks of her desperately clenching ass.