Illeanna (12 page)

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Johnny was so fucking aroused he wanted in her pussy right now. The sight of her sexy body, big tits, and plump, round ass was enough to make him come in his jeans. Fuck that. She was their woman and he wanted to start getting to know her body. She scared the crap out of him tonight, and he wanted to be as close to her as possible. He craved the connection on the deepest level.

He placed his hands on her ankles, being sure to avoid the swollen one. Illeanna stirred, and he felt her legs shake a little. She was so turned on, he could see her ass slowly move up and down. He spread her legs and she gasped. He chuckled.

“Such toned, long, sexy legs you got, woman. How do you keep in such good shape when you in the kitchen all the time?” he teased as he glided his big, rough hands up and down her thighs, massaging them. She shook again and lifted her hips.

“I just do,” she stated, and he chuckled.

His fingers brushed softly over her ass cheeks then between the crack, causing her to gasp and lift up and down. He pressed his fingers against the dip between her thighs and her mound. She tried to close her legs and tighten as she shook, but he was between them now. She lifted up and pressed back down as she spread a little wider for him. Oh yeah, his touch was turning her on.

“You do just fine, woman. You got the nice toned legs and the pretty plump ass, lifts nice and stands out in your jeans so fine,” he teased, caressing the globes.

“You been watching me, Sheriff?” she asked, and he smiled.

He pressed a finger against her pussy lips from behind, and she moaned as she tried to move against his fingers to make them go deeper. He chuckled.

“I’ve fantasized about you for way too long, sugar. I’m gonna get to know this body real good.”

He leaned down and pressed his face between her legs. “This here is my ass and my pussy.” He spread her wider and licked her cunt.

Illeanna screamed a small release and lifted up.

“Did I tell you to move?” he reprimanded then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. He licked her neck then kissed along it. She turned so that their lips could meet, and he kissed her then licked her lips. It was an erotic kiss and one he hoped she knew meant that he was going to fuck her.

“Oh please, Johnny. I need.”

“I know what you need, baby, and I got it right here.”

He pressed his cock to her slit and rubbed it back and forth. She tried to press back and get him inside of her quickly, but he didn’t let her.

“So wet for me, baby, ain’t ya?”

“Yes! Oh yes please, Johnny,” she stated just as he pressed his cock between her wet folds and shoved forward.

He held her tight around the waist, the position causing each stroke to take her breath away. In and out his hunger for her grew stronger until he was nearly exhausted from pumping into her.

He lowered her to all fours and shoved inside one more time before he poured himself into her while calling out her name.

He kissed her shoulder, her back, and her neck as she held her position but remained silent.

“You okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, and she kept her head down.

He looked at Louis, who now stood to the side of them, and the others waited.

She turned around and gave him a stare.

“I think I need to come again?” she whispered, and he chuckled. They had themselves one hell of a woman.

Franco pulled slowly form her, and Louis pulled her to him.

Louis laid her down onto her back and lay naked between her thighs.

They held one another’s gaze.

“I’m going to take care of that for you, baby. It’s been too long.”

Johnny saw Illeanna blush, and he was relieved and spent as he reached down to grab his shorts, letting Louis and Illeanna to themselves.

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Illeanna was exhausted yet fully aroused and ready for another round of sex. The way that Louis reminded her about their time together over a year ago made her feel nervous and yet aroused to revisit that powerful time. She was amazed that she felt the same inner desires and hunger for all five of the Boudoux men. They all remained in the room, which only seemed to heighten her arousal.

Louis lay between her legs, his cock pressed against her belly and his muscles nearly too much to handle. He kissed her lips and they both closed their eyes and moaned softly. He pressed his tongue and twirled it around her mouth as if trying to savor every inch of it, and she couldn’t help but imagine that tongue licking and sucking her pussy.

She moaned and raised her legs higher against his hips, her hot, wet pussy a deep contrast to his cooler skin.

He released her lips and held her gaze as he caressed her arms then raised them above her head. She tightened up a moment having a flashback of the attacker grabbing her wrists and tying them as he held her.

“Shhh, sugar, it’s just me and I will never hurt you,” he told her as he remained holding her arms above her head, causing her breasts to push up closer to his face. He held her gaze as he stuck out his tongue to lick the tip of her nipple and twirl his tongue around her areola. He was gentle with the bruised breast then moved toward her other breast to give it the same amount of attention. She found herself tilting it toward his mouth, causing him to chuckle. “So responsive, I love it, baby.”

She took a deep breath, and her pussy responded to his words and his tongue, dripping cream.

He paused a moment then looked her body over before holding her gaze.

“Why did you sneak out that night? Why didn’t you stay?” he asked, and she was shocked at the somber tone of his voice as if he had been just as affected by that night as she had been.

She thought about it a moment as he waited for a response.

“I didn’t want to be just another virgin you claimed.”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head.

“It meant something to me. You were more than that, always have been.”

“If that was true, then why did I see you the next day with Celia?” she replied angrily, the scornful jealous feeling almost as strong as that day she saw them together.

“Nothing happened between me and Celia. I just did that to piss you off because you left me.”

She couldn’t believe that he would do that.

“I saw you Louis and your brothers with plenty of women over the years.”

He adjusted his hips so that his cock lined up against her pussy lips. She felt the same strong desire to have his cock deep in her pussy, claiming her. But was he for real? Was he truly hurt that she left him that night?

“I never fucked another woman after that night with you. You ruined me,” he told her, and her mouth dropped open. He held her gaze, and she licked her lips.

“I didn’t know.”

“Yeah well now you do. My brothers and I have wanted you for our own for years, yet you kept pushing us away. It drove us insane to think of any other man fucking you when you belonged to us, to me.”

“There has never been anyone else, Louis. You took my virginity, and you took my heart,” she admitted, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips just as he pressed his cock between her wet folds. They both sighed as if content, and Louis began to make slow, passionate love to her, capturing her heart and her soul just as he did the last time and just as his brothers had.

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Louis took his time making love to Illeanna. The feel of her vaginal muscles clinging to his cock with every inch of every stroke just deepened his love for her. Hell yeah, he was madly in love with Illeanna Aubert. He leaned down again to kiss her mouth, nibble her bottom lip as he stroked deeper and adjusted his legs to spread her wider. Her breasts tilted forward and he swiped his tongue along each mound then to her mouth again.

“You feel like heaven, sugar, like pure heaven.”

She moaned softly and thrust her hips up toward him. He released her hands, tapping them, indicating for her to keep them above her head, and she complied.

“You be a good girl and do as I say, sugar.”

A blush crept along her cheeks and chest.

He caressed her from wrists to elbows to shoulders and then breasts. He squeezed them gently then lifted her hips. “Hold on, sugar, going slow is over.”

He thrust up into her, grasping her thighs and ass and tilting her hips as he thrust downward repeatedly in an attempt to relieve the need burning inside of him.

In and out he plunged his cock deep into her warmth, knowing that she in fact belonged to him and had since that fateful night when he made love to her for the very first time.

“Please, Louis, let me touch you,” she begged, and he nodded his head as he clenched his teeth and tried to fight off the urge to come. He leaned back, and she reached for his pectoral muscles, pinching his nipples and sending him into a series of fast, hard strokes.

“Fuck, baby, that’s not fair,” he reprimanded her then pressed a finger to her pussy as he fucked her.

“Oh!” she screamed and followed suit, exploding inside of her. He lowered himself to her, and she hugged him hard before he rolled to the side, pulled from her body, and lay there with her. Their breathing slowed and relaxed as Gustave moved in behind her and cuddled her, too.

“Feel okay, honey?” Gustave whispered against her ear.

“Perfect,” she whispered then slowly fell back to sleep.

“These are the guys I want dead. This one fucked up everything by sending in one of his own to eliminate a potential witness. The chick wasn’t going to be able to ruin them but asshole here decided she could. So he sent one of his morons in to take her out. Now the Feds have him in custody,” Bennitto Flores told Paulie, one of his main men.

“So you want me to get rid of him and the French chef?” Paulie asked as he looked at the two pictures.

“Yeah. Kill them, get rid of their bodies, and let’s let the shit lie for awhile. If the Feds think that Luther and Jacque were working with Phillips, then Mickey will be their next target. He’ll take the fall along with the senator.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll personally take care of this one,” Paulie stated as he left the room.

Bennitto Flores looked out the window and across the road. With Phillips dead they needed another person in Senator Pierre’s team to be part of this. They had already transferred numerous weapons to three Islamic terrorist groups in the Middle East. Or he could forget about killing the senator and worry about making the money. He had his connections in Cuba. Anyone who screwed up his plans needed to be terminated. If he could set this up correctly then he could make Mickey take the fall for everything. The connections would lead back to the senator and all his people. He’d be framed for treason amongst a series of other charges the Feds would come up with.

He smiled to himself. This was going to work out fine.

* * * *

The moment Johnny and Gustave entered Illeanna’s bedroom at her home their anger flared up again.

“How is she ever going to come back in here?” Johnny asked, and Gustave remained silent. Johnny knew his brother was the quietest of them all and that he more than likely felt the same way he did.

He continued to look around the room and straighten up the bed.

“Mikayla and Angelina are going to come by here and clean up the place for Illeanna. I made sure one of the deputies will be with them. I called in C.J.,” Johnny stated as he walked over to Illeanna’s closet and started gathering some clothes.

“Where do you think she keeps her panties and bras?” Johnny asked.

“Maybe here,” he grunted and walked toward the smaller dresser near her bed.

“Just grab what you can. Those agents are going to be by the house later today to talk with her, and I don’t want to be away from her for too long. It’s bad enough we have to drop these clothes off at the house and head into work a few hours. I wanted to be there when the agents arrived.”

Gustave grunted in response.

Johnny looked around the room, and he could only imagine how frightened Illeanna must have been. Just then they heard the front door open, and both men pulled their guns and pointed.

“Put those things down before you hurt someone,” Marie Cherise Laveau stated as she entered the house. Behind her C.J., Angelina, and Mikayla walked in.

“Damn, Cherise! You can’t just come barging into a house like that especially after a crime’s been committed,” Johnny reprimanded, and the crazy voodoo woman gave him a look that instantly stopped him from adding further comment.

“You watch that tongue, Jonathon Boudoux. I knew you when you were twenty inches long and weighed eight pounds. You mind your manners,” Cherise scolded then walked right to the bedroom and straight past him. Johnny shook his head.

“Hi, C.J. Hi, Mikayla and Angelina,” Johnny said, and they all exchanged hellos.

“Sorry about that. She was standing outside when we pulled up,” Angelina informed them then slowly walked further into the house.

“Well I think we should start in the bedroom and clean it up nice for when Illeanna returns,” Mikayla stated then started walking toward the kitchen to grab some cleaning things. Angelina followed.

“Illeanna at your place, right?” Cherise Laveau asked as she reappeared in the living room. No one even heard her enter.

“Yes, ma’am,” Gustave answered politely, and Marie Cherise touched his arm and held it there a moment. She closed her eyes, and Johnny just watched as Gustave stared at her.

She tapped Gustave’s arm. “You always the quietest and politest of the Boudoux. You keep Illeanna at your place. She safest with you and your brothers.”

“Cherise?” Johnny called after her as she walked past him and out the door. Her statement shocked him, and Gustave looked unnerved.

“Let her go. She’s always saying things like that. You should have heard what she said to Angelique when she was secretly seeing the Lafont brothers,” Angelina stated.

“You two should mind what Cherise says. She warned Angelique about there being danger, about staying close to her men, and about the babies long before anyone suspected anything,” Mikayla chimed in then headed toward the bedroom. The others followed.