Gabriel -Our location is compromised. We are in the tunnel and heading to the warehouse.
Bryce -I tapped into their surveillance after the order was given. Then all hell broke loose, and that hot little number you told me to keep an eye on? Yeah, well, they made a play for her, too, so a rescue mission was in order. Sorry I couldn’t give you a warning.
Gabriel -They knew and sent you a distraction. Where are you now?
Bryce -Plan C location. Jacki is with me.
Gabriel -I need an extraction plan.
Bryce -Have you arrived?
Gabriel -Half a mile out.
Bryce -Backup in place, extraction location on its way.
I tucked my phone back in my pack, and we picked up our pace, worried the fuckers had found the tunnel and might have men waiting on the other side. When we arrived at the exit, I carefully opened the lid and peered out. I saw my men standing guard around the inside perimeter of the warehouse.
I whistled the code to prevent any friendly fire. Then I climbed out, and Cheryl followed. The team leader approached us.
“We’re compromised.”
“Yes, sir. Bryce radioed in a location for a bunker in Texas. Fly or drive?” I weighed the options. Both had advantages and disadvantages, but in the end, speed won, and I opted for the plane. With room for only six, we took four of the men with us, leaving the remaining six to join Bryce. His location C was his brother’s farm. I had no doubt he would be keeping Jacki with him there.
As I buckled Cheryl into her seat, I whispered, “Ready?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back. I kissed her hard on the mouth and then got into the pilot’s seat.
My second had already completed the pre-flight checks, and we were ready for takeoff. We used encrypted coding for our flight manifest and kept a low profile. Just over two hours later, I landed in what appeared to be a deserted field in Texas. We quickly concealed the plane and entered a tunnel. The tunnel entrance, hidden beneath a shrub, led to a dilapidatedold farmhouse—or at least, that’s what it looked like from the outside. Inside, we found a small military barracks with two sets of rooms and a common area that included a commercial kitchen.
The boys immediately started setting up and preparing food. I took Cheryl to the women’s barracks so she could have some privacy. The guys would be staying in the men’s barracks on the far side. I pushed two beds together and stowed my pack.
I pulled out my phone and texted Bryce.
Gabriel -The package has landed safely.
Bryce -I’ll update you later on the results of your handiwork. Get some rest, Gabriel.
I was exhausted and just wanted Cheryl in my arms. “Come here, brat. I need to feel you.” Cheryl dropped her pants and, without removing her underwear, climbed on top of me. She opened my jeans and promptly sat down on my cock, which had hardened as soon as her deft fingers had opened my fly.
My exhaustion vanished as I reached up and tweaked her nipples. “Get that shirt off, brat.” She obeyed, and I pulled her down, gripping the soft tissue of her breasts while my lips took a pebbled nipple into my mouth. Cheryl ground down on my cock and rode me while I sucked and nibbled on her magnificent breasts. The sex was an act of desperation, and we both quickly reached climax.
She rolled to my side, and I tucked her in tight. Cheryl emitted a series of little kitten sounds, as if she’d just finished a bowl of warm milk, which made me hard all over again. I wanted her, but slowly this time, so I could wring one orgasm after another from her supple body.
I pushed up, fully removed my jeans, and flipped her onto her knees. I shoved inside her wet petals in one deep thrust, gripping her short blonde locks in one hand and holding her head still while I took her from behind. It was an aggressive act, a claim. Thoughts of what could have happened to her, to us, drove me into a frenzy.
Driven by lust, Cheryl responded in kind, pushing back just as hard as I gave. Gripping one hip tight enough to probably leave light bruising, I ignored her lack of protest and focused on fucking her my way. Cheryl erupted in her first orgasm, and I released her hair, letting her chest fall to the bed. Using both hands now, I held her hips as I pummeled her cervix, driving her over the edge every few strokes while chasing my own release.
She was so hot, so wanton. I reveled in her desire, and then I roared with my release, feeling my seed spurt inside her. Cheryl came again. My god, that felt good. When I pulled out, I smacked her ass a couple of times, swept her up in my arms, and headed for the showers.
We stood under the hot, steaming water, and I watched in fascination as the droplets rolled down Cheryl’s beautiful skin. Her nipples were still peaked, either still turned on or excited again. I appreciated her stamina.
“Cheryl, come here.” She stepped over to me. “On your knees, baby girl.” She lowered to her knees under the stream of water. “Open your mouth.” She did, and I shoved my half-hardened cock down her throat.
She moaned, and my cock grew, filling her mouth completely. No more orders were needed; this little minx knew precisely what to do. She played with the tip and licked my shaft, her mouth a hot, moist heaven.
I gripped her hair and began pumping into her throat. She let go of control and kept her throat relaxed, allowing me to take her mouth like I had her juicy channel, any way I wanted. Mylow growl turned into a gurgle as I pumped my release down her throat. When I was done, I helped her to stand.
“That was so hot, baby; you have the best mouth.” Cheryl giggled, and I pulled her in close, sinking a soapy finger into her tight back hole. “Oh,” she cried out. With my other hand, I slipped another finger inside her swollen pussy. Again, Cheryl cried out as I fucked her fast from both ends, until she erupted with an explosive orgasm.
