Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (13 page)

She discouraged his efforts at romance by
dropping to her knees, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
His cock sprang free in her hand when she pulled his jeans and
boxers down and she turned her mouth and tongue into a delightful
distraction, sucking him deep, feeling him swell between her lips.
Her pussy was so wet she could feel her own juices on her thighs.
She’d been wet for hours imagining this moment and she knew it was
in her eyes when she looked up at him, seeing his excitement
feeding off her own.

Her attention to his cock made him moan, his
hips beginning to rock, shoving his length to the back of her
throat. She gagged a little but didn’t stop, wrapping her hand
around the base of him and sucking faster still. Campbell’s hand
moved over her head, shoving the black knit cap she wore off and
letting her gold curls spill down over her bare shoulders.

“Easy,” he begged as she used her other hand
to cup the heavy weight of his balls, rolling them gently, tracing
the line between with her thumb. “This was about how many times
I
can make
you
come, remember?”

She took him out of her mouth long enough to
murmur, “I know,” but resumed her sucking regimen, making him buck
and fist his hand in her hair, pulling backward until his cock
popped fatly out of her mouth, leaving a thick strand of saliva
between the tip of it and her lower lip.

She whimpered but didn’t protest when he
reached down to grab her, pulling her up against him. The buttons
of his shirt dug against her bare skin and she let him kiss her
this time, let him taste his precum in her mouth as she sucked at
his tongue. He groaned when she found his cock with her hand,
fisting and pumping him, rubbing her thumb over the wet head.

“Damn you,” he gasped, stepping out of her
grasp and sweeping her up into his arms. She squealed in protest as
he laid her out on the cold counter—the one the bank had installed
to give them a place to set safe deposit boxes, to sign papers and
checks—yanking her catsuit off entirely along with her boots and
running his big hands over her naked body. Goldie stretched and
purred at his attention like a cat, arching when his hand dipped
between her thighs, encouraging him to delve deeper.

“So wet!” he murmured, eyes widening as he
began to finger her. She moaned and rocked against his hand,
feeling his thumb rubbing against the aching, sensitive bud of her
clit. He could make her come in seconds that way and by the look in
his eyes, he knew it. Campbell grinned, leaning in to suck one of
her nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were small, her nipples
normally a puffy pink, hardening into pebbles against his
tongue.

“Oh fuck!” She grabbed a fist full of his
hair, twisting on the counter, his hand shoved hard and deep
between her legs, and let her orgasm come, rolling over her in wet,
hot spasms, a deluge of pleasure. She fucked his fingers, her hips
rising up off the counter to meet him, quivering with her
release.

“One,” he announced, lifting his fingers to
his smug, grinning mouth and sucking them. She found his cock with
her eyes still closed, tugging, and he gasped in response, shaking
his head. “You’re so impatient.”

She didn’t open her eyes, asking
breathlessly, “How long do we have now?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Campbell grabbed her
hips, moving her around on the counter, making her lose her grip.
“And I’m going for my personal best.”

“
Your
personal best? They’re
my
orgasms.” Goldie snorted, opening her eyes in surprise
when his mouth covered her pussy. “Oh! God…” She leaned back on her
elbows, her eyes on his. “What’s the record again?”

He eased up a little to answer. “Four.”

“In twenty minutes?” she squeaked, his
tongue slipping down into her slit.

“Yep,” he confirmed, his words muffled
against the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair. “And I’ve got you
up on the all-you-can-eat buffet.”

His tongue was expert against her clit,
giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and Goldie
gave into it. Her pussy was still spasming lightly from her first
orgasm, like butterfly wings, and she longed to have him inside of
her but she knew better than to argue. Besides, the wet lap of his
tongue was too good to resist and she spread wider for him on the
counter, opening her thighs and pulling her knees back.

“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly, eyes
bright at the sight of her. His tongue moved back and forth at the
top of her cleft, teasing her clit, making her shiver, thighs so
tense they quivered in his hands. His fingers moved inside her,
making her grit her teeth and work toward her climax. She moaned as
he crooked his fingers inside of her, rubbing deep. Her pussy felt
swollen, hot, his fingers filling her, stretching wide.

Goldie planted her heels on the edge of the
counter and lifted her ass to his mouth, eager for more, too greedy
for words. Campbell followed her hips, standing to lick her now as
her trembling thighs spread wide and she shoved her pussy against
his face. She chased her climax from tip to tail, feeling the lash
of it first between her legs, rippling outward through the center
of her body, curling her toes, her hands clenched in fists at her
side.

“Two.” Campbell gasped as Goldie collapsed
on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge, pussy juices
dripping down the crack of her ass to pool on the white surface.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Her pussy clamped down against his
fingers, still inside of her, and she felt a keen longing for his
cock.

“Fuck me,” she begged, reaching for him.
Campbell didn’t hesitate this time. The counter was too high, but
he used it first, pulling her to the edge and lining her up against
the mushroom head of his dick. Then he slid her off onto it,
impaling her to the hilt, making her cling, wrapping her arms and
legs around him as he carried her like that. He pressed her up
against the wall next to the vault, pinning here there and rocking
his hips into hers.

“Oh god.” She clung to him, burying her face
against his neck as he shoved deep into her swollen pussy. She
heard him grunt with every thrust, his cock filling her completely,
and yet still she wanted more of him. Her fingernails raked his
back and she wished for more of his skin, but there wasn’t enough
time. She bit and sucked at his neck, nibbling at his collarbone,
feeling the hard muscles of his ass flexing against her heels as he
fucked her.

There was no stopping the next one and she
didn’t even try. Campbell had her plastered to the wall, his cock
driving in, fast and furious, focused on his own pleasure, groaning
into her hair, and it was his absolute, abandoned frenzy that
pushed her over the edge. Her whole body shuddered as she came with
him inside of her, calling out his name and begging him to stop or
he was going to tear her apart.

“Three,” he growled, holding still, her
pussy spasming, dripping down his shaft.

“Please,” she pleaded, trying to wriggle out
of his arms but he held her fast. “I can’t, no more. Let me suck
you off.”

“No.” He let her go, sinking to his knees in
front of her, and Goldie cried out as he lifted her thigh over his
shoulder, burying his face into her quivering flesh. She looked
down, seeing his fist wrapped around his still-wet cock as he ate
her, pumping furiously. His eyes were on hers, his mouth fastened
to her mound, her clit so sensitive she thought she might
faint.

“Campbell, nooooo,” she begged, trying to
twist away, but he was too strong, insistent. His hands gripped her
slender hips, forcing her still against the wall, his tongue
focused, relentless. Goldie gripped his arms, feeling the flex of
his biceps, her head tipping back, eyes closed, becoming only
sensation. There was nothing else in the world except the growing
heat between her thighs, the thick lash of Campbell’s tongue
pushing her to the ends of bliss.

Her pussy began to flutter again, ass
clenching, thighs tensed, and Campbell felt her climax coming even
though she didn’t give him any verbal warning at all. He focused
his attention right on her clit, his tongue fluttering fast, a low
sound building in his throat. She couldn’t hold it back, crying out
as she came all over his face, bathing him in her cum.

“Four.” Campbell grinned and managed to
catch her as she collapsed to her knees in front of him. He held
her trembling body in his arms, her breath catching in her throat,
soft whimpers lost in the fabric of his shirt, her face buried
against his chest.

“I can…” she gasped, barely able to breathe,
reaching blindly for his rigid length. “Suck you…”

“No,” he insisted again, manipulating her
body like hot wax, turning her around and forcing her to her hands
and knees in front of him. “I’m going to fuck you until you come
again.”

She groaned and buried her face in her arms
as Campbell buried his cock into her pussy from behind, everything
forgotten. She could barely remember her own name let alone the
fact that they were in the middle of breaking into a bank in
Brazil, that the vault was going to open in less than five minutes.
He grabbed her hips and fucked her until she came, just as he’d
promised, but he helped things along by reaching underneath to find
her throbbing clit, rubbing it into a frenzied heat. And there were
little detours along the way.

“Oh fuck,” Campbell groaned, slowing the
motion of his hips a little and she felt his cock swell inside of
her, his first burst of precum a sweet tease. “You feel too
good.”

Goldie teased him, squeezing the silk walls
of her pussy around his cock. He grabbed her thigh with one hand,
lifting her leg to expose her to him and she shifted forward with a
gasp, her shoulders to the floor. His other hand moved between her
legs, manipulating her clit between thumb and forefinger, pulling
and tugging at it like a little cock.

“Please,” she begged, delirious with lust.
She wanted him, all of him, more. “Oh god, baby, please,
please!”

“Please what?” Campbell rolled her clit and
fucked her into the floor, her body so slick with sweat she slid
across the tile with every thrust.

“Make me come,” she gasped, pressing her own
hand over his between her thighs, rubbing, rubbing.

“Number five?” he asked, rolling his hips in
circles, teasing her from the inside out. “Think we can break our
record?”

“Yesss!” she hissed, closing her eyes and
arching her back. “Do it! Do it, baby! Now!”

He groaned, flicking her clit with his thumb
and sending her into the stratosphere, his cock pounding into her
from behind and she knew he must be close but she couldn’t focus on
that. She was coming again—again!—for the fifth time in twenty
minutes, her body so spent she was unable to do much more but
twitch and moan as the sweet waves rolled through.

“Five,” Campbell announced sounding both
proud and pained as Goldie collapsed to the floor, her knees giving
out completely. He curled himself around her, spreading her thighs
with his as he gave one final, deep thrust, bottoming out and
filling her with fast, hot, shuddering bursts of his cum. Goldie
bit her lip as he spent himself, his cock throbbing thickly between
her thighs.

“Time’s up.” Campbell gasped, looking up as
the light above their heads went to green and something deep inside
the vault unlocked.

“How long before the cops get here?” Goldie
was unsteady on her feet as she pulled her catsuit back on,
slipping into her stealth boots—black, flat-soled, they fit like a
second skin and allowed her to walk softly anywhere she went.

“Right about…” Campbell consulted his
iPhone, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His jeans were
already done up, his shirt tucked in. “Now.”

“Polícia!” The door burst open down the hall
and Goldie’s heart jumped in her chest. “Coloc suas armas e saia
com suas mãos acima!”

She sighed, looking back over her shoulder
at the vault as she picked her knit cap up from the floor, dusting
it off. “Don’t we even get to open it?”

They both heard another voice, “Batente!
Batente!”—the Portugeuse word for “stop.” It was the bank manager,
the one who had hired them to test the bank’s security system,
telling the police to stand down.

Campbell leaned against the counter, waiting
for them all to rush in. He loved that part. “I’m sure, since we
cracked their safe, Mr. Bank Manager will let us see what’s
inside.”

“I should hope so.” Goldie buckled her
toolbelt, grinning at him. “That’s half the fun.”

* * * *

The Behr brothers had impossible standards
and they liked to test them. That's why they'd hired Richard
Campbell in the first place and he knew it. So when they called him
into the eldest brother's office—they always used Rolf's office
with its oversized leather chairs and sofas, as if the furniture
itself might make him, or anyone else they were dressing down, feel
diminutive in their presence—Campbell wasn't surprised at all.

"You've been our head of security for three
years, Mr. Campbell."

He gave the youngest Behr brother a brief
nod of acknowledgment. Wilhelm was the spokesman of the three,
always the bearer of bad news, and he did so with a measure of glee
Campbell found unsettling.

“In that time, we have had exactly one
breach in security.” Wilhelm held up a finger, eyes narrowed,
glittering even in the low light. Campbell waited. He knew it
didn’t matter that he’d provided them with one thousand and
ninety-four days of invulnerability—it was just one day that
mattered, the day their bubble of safety had popped. He’d been
selling in this business long enough to know the psychology of it.
Safety was an illusion the human ego clung to with voracious
tenacity, and people like the Behr brothers were arrogant enough to
have faith in it like small children believed in Santa Claus and
the Tooth Fairy.