Chapter 14
It was warm and cozy in the coach. Lelia lay in the curve of Sandor's strong arm, she ran her smooth leg up and down one of his as she read and re-read the screaming headline in the paper. FIVE DEAD IN DRUG BUST SHOOT OUT.
The lovely girl finally shook her head in disbelief and tossed the paper on the floor. "I don't understand! There isn't a word in there about me, not a word about them being naked in that stupid story. They even had the nerve to call Murphy and Miller heroes! I just don't believe it, how could it happen?"
Sandor laughed, Lelia felt the vibrations of his chest against her naked back. "I had a little talk to the Chief of Detectives. He was going to carry it all the way, he knew that the gun that killed Drago didn't belong to the police, but when I told him the whole story he decided it would be better for the force to have two dead heroes and three dead drug pushers than to have five total creeps to explain away."
Lelia began to laugh and she pressed her smooth body back against her naked lover's. "I'm glad. I know that it's a terrible thing to say, but I'm glad that it worked out this way. Drago deserved what he got, so did those two sadists!" Then the laughter died in Lelia's throat as another thought came to her. "And I'm especially glad that it turned out that way because you're the leader now and I'm part of your winnings."
She felt the young Basque's hard staff begin to stir against her bruised bottom and Lelia sighed as her ever-present desire flamed back to life.
"I thought we just took care of that," the lovely girl whispered as her hand crept behind her back and began to slowly, lovingly move up and down his hardening stem. "I suppose well have to try again, won't we?"
"Ummmmmmm, I think we'll have to keep on trying for a long time before you get the job done right," Sandor said as he stood up. The tall, blond man picked Lelia up easily and carried her towards the bed, his rampant cock brushed against her bottom with each step.
Sandor paused at the bed and they both watched as Diane and Tina lay glued together, their fleshy thighs locked around each other, their shining lips pressed tight.
As her lover lay her down on the wide bed, Lelia whispered in his ear. "If I'm part of the spoils, what about Tina? She doesn't want to go home, can she be part of your new harem too?"
Sandor smiled and paused to stroke the two sighing lovers for a moment before he knelt between Lelia's parting legs. "Do you want her to stay with us? Do you think that you can stand to share me with two other eager females?"
The lovely girl pulled herself up to a sitting position and held her man's hard staff in both hands as she kissed and nipped at his purple, swollen glans. "You have it wrong, dear," Lelia murmured. "Do you think that you can stand to share me with them, that's the real question!"
Lelia's warm lips were busy working up and down
Sandor's jerking stalk before the handsome gypsy could think of an answer. "You won't have that much time, little one. The police will be watching me for a long time and there won't be much work for me as a smuggler, you'll have to be the ones who bring in the money. You'll be reading palms and cards all day long, just to keep me in fine silk shirts!" Sandor smiled at her as he pushed her back on the bed. Lelia moaned happily and held her tight little nest open with her fingers as he guided his thick rammer into her wet love-sheath.
"You're a devil," Lelia sighed as the lovely meat filled her. He fit her perfectly, like a long missing piece of a puzzle. You'll make me work hard won't you? You'll enjoy making me work for you like an old time woman!" She groaned happily as he began to move in her cunt and the delighted girl crossed her hairless thighs over Sandor's broad back and she clung to him. "You are a Devil, my mother will just love you!!"