C8 Chapter 8 - Don't miss the Target

CHAPTER 8

(Don’t miss the Target)

Blood Clan~

“Where are you going to” Pluto, Amazon’s roommate asked as she watched her changed into a tight revealing cloth, which she believe isn’t the nightwear she will sleep in.

“Donald’s room of course, or while will I be wearing this, by this time of the night” Amazon asked, pushing her b00bs upwards, as she arranges her hair. Pluto gave her a stern look.

“Seriously, he just arrived the clan some hours ago, ain’t you gonna let him rest for today? You can have the whole of him tomorrow” She suggested, but Amazon will not hear of that she applied the red lipstick on her lips, popping it to blend.

“Nope” she replied, popping the ‘P’

“Arhh…. Fine” Pluto surrendered

“So….i’m gonna spend the night alone then….huhn?”

She shrugged

“Perhaps…and you can also go for a shot with Rodent” She smirked, adding the last touch of her make up.

“Whatever, just get out and have fun. I will have the whole night to myself” She pouted sadly, deepening her face into the pillow. Amazon rolled her eyes, adjusting the gown a little. She picked up her purse and stepped out, shutting the door.

The sound of it made Pluto to jerk up; she sighed out biting her lips, before pulling the pillow closer.

Amazon walked into Donald’s room, meeting it smoky as always. He can’t get enough of smoking; sometimes she wonders if it is like a drug to him. She met him seated on his bed, shirtless, revealing his full abs and muscles. She couldn’t help but drool at the sight in front of her, she was getting wet already.

She bit her lips seductively, taking menacing strides towards him. He smirked, watching her every steps, and when she got closer he removed the purse from her hand flinging it over to the other side.

“I miss you” he whispered, kissing her tummy. She chuckled

“Sure you will. But I’m here to satisfy your every need; damn, just take me already, I’m damn wet for you” She snickered. He chuckled, pulling off the skimpy dress. It didn’t take him a second to pull off every bit of clothing on her.

She struggled with the belt on his waist, removing it like a professional. They seem to be in a rush to satisfy their needs, breathing hard at intervals.

He flipped her pant off, fondling her b00bs, as he plays with the already hard te@t, giving it a hard pinch.

“Arghh” she moans; biting her lips harder. She trailed her fingers down his abs, lifting it to his face and dipping it into his ruffled hair.

“Your breasts are fuller..” He cooed, placing his lips on her teats and gave it a hard suck, folding the b00bs in process.

“Yeah…just like the way you like it” She mo@ns, bringing out his rod as she stroke it. He let out a soft mo@ns before dipping three fingers at a time into her wet hole with drips with whitish juice.

He placed his lips on hers, fingering her harder with quicker pace. She gasps, stroking his rod which is already bulging.

He couldn’t control the passion any longer; he brought out his finger, and inserted his rod, thrusting faster as her breast jungles with the rhythm. She pushed her head backward, letting out sweet moans, as she pesters him to go faster.

“Oh my gawd…faster..faster…”

“Arghh” he groaned, lifting her right leg as he placed it on his shoulder. He gave her a stinging slap on her butt, pinching her teats

“Yes…yes..f**k me, I love it that way…argh” she squeezed her b00bs

“Mo@n my name b!tch” he snapped, slapping her harder, as her skin got reddish marks. She groaned

“Oh…Don…” she stated, biting her lips, panting

“Mo@n it harder...louder” He commanded, as she did according to what he required.

“You ain’t saying it…I can’t hear you” He shouted, landing another slap across her butt cheek

“Donald….” She screamed with all her might

“Argh…I’m about to cum…arghh” She whispered, he didn’t stop, he kept banging her to his own desire. He let out a loud groan, he was also about to explode. He didn’t pull it out, instead, he pass out the white liquid into her, as she also reach her orgasm.

But he wasn’t done yet, his rod still stands rigid like a pounding pestle; he flipped her over, making her already reddish butt face him. She was yet to relax when he push his rod inside her hole, thrusting harder in a quick pace.

She struggled to keep herself balance, biting into the pillow below it. He pulled her by her hair, dragging it a bit backward, as she clutched further on the pillow sheet.

It went on for some minutes, until he decided to pull out and thrust in back into her dripping hole, f**king her from behind. He kept going from her a$$hole to the honeypot, enjoying the perfect sound it makes. His hand roaming up from her back to her cleavage; he gave her b00bs another squeeze before letting go.

They both slump on the bed, trying to catch their breath, after the whole hot section. They were yet to begin another round when they heard someone clapping from the darker part of the room.

Amazon struggled to cover her nudity with the bed cover while Donald watch on, not bothered about him being n@ked.

A figure came out of the darkness, with a smirk on his face; Marshal, his father.

“Dad?” Donald called, a bit pissed that he decided to ruin their moment. The expression on Marshal’s face wasn’t also pleasant, but he managed to conceal it with a smirk

“I never knew you were this fierce with love making” he stated, making sure that his two hands were fully cover in the pockets of his trousers

Donald rolled his eyes, climbing down the bed; Amazon who is still not fully cover bow her head a little to mutter a greeting

“Boss” She greeted. He spared her a glance before facing his son

“Cut the crap Dad, what do you want? And why do you decide to take this moment to come in here? I mean, why didn’t you just knock?” he asked angrily, picking up the cigar he had kept before Amazon came in. It has almost burnt up, but he smoked it that way

Marshal frown, burning with rage.

He scoffed

“Meet me in my office…now” he snapped, walking out of the room before Donald could reply.

“Do you think he is angry?” Amazon’s voice peeked up

Donald dropped the cigarette on a saucer before facing her

“I can’t say”

“Was it because he met us this way?”

“Nahh…not that. Perhaps something else pissed him off” he replied, picking up his trousers as he slides into it. He puts on his shirt, before walking up to her. She held that pouting look, still holding the bed sheet to her chest.

“I will be back soon” he muttered, giving her a long sizzling kiss. She nodded

“Don’t stay too long”

“Yea I won’t”

“Are we gonna continue when you get back” She asked, winking. He chuckled

“Sure…just make sure you are still wet for me”

“Trust me on that” She smiled. He pecked her again before heading out

~~~

He walked into his dad’s office and met him pacing round the room, with his hands behind his back. He paused and looked at the door as he came in

“You are five minutes late” Marshal gritted

“You can’t expect me to start running down here like a servant, do you?” Donald resorted, nonchalantly, as he picked out a cigar from his dad’s case. He was about lighting it when marshal pulled it out

“Will you listen to me first before stocking your brain with smokes” he yelled. Donald shrugged

“Fine…I’m listening” he smirked, dragging out a seat. He sat comfortably on it, placing his two crossed legs on the table.

Marshal cursed inwardly. He knew Donald is capable of running the clan after his demise but he is just too stubborn.

“We are in the time of war Don, what the hell were you doing back there?” he snapped

“Making love…as you stated” Donald resorted

“You riff raff”

“I took after you dad” Donald winked

“And the fact that I have s*x doesn’t mean that I am completely submissive to it, or the lady. I still have my senses in here, and will never fall into any trap; so don’t panic”

“What if you make the same mistake as last time? Your mum died because of that?” He gritted

“The b!tch sold us out…not me. Stop placing any blame on me, I’m still mourning mum” He snarled, banging his fist on the table.

“Really….you think so. And what about your skills, you are flopping up”

“I ain’t dad…you just haven’t watch me fight” Donald resorted. Marshal smirked

“Then let’s see about that” Marshal snapped, kicking the leg of the chair backward, making Donald to stumble. In a twinkle of an eye, he dipped his hand behind him and brought out his gun pointing it towards him, but Donald did the same as the same pace.

He still lay on the floor but his gun was perfectly steady on his hand, pointing towards his father, who held his own out also towards his face. Marshal smirked, giving him a curt nod

“You are getting old dad, don’t play funny pranks on me, cause I’m smarter” Donald grinned. He stood up to his feet, not letting down his guard.

“Hmmm…let’s see what you got then” Marshal muttered, dropping his own gun on the table, as he raised his hands above his head. Donald squinted, trying to understand the trick his father is playing on him. He didn’t drop the gun instead, he followed his instinct.

His ears prickled up, as he felt a presence coming from behind him. He smiled, keeping his cool.

A cold object kissed his skin close to his ear; it’s a gun.

“Drop your weapon” The voice of the figure said.

He didn’t struggle at first; he surrendered, raising his hand above his head. Marshal could be seen smiling, with his hands still up. The figure was about collecting the gun from Don when he twisted her hand.

She let out a small cry as he twirl round, sending two punches into her stomach, she groan, stepping hard on his feet in attempt to pull him over.

But he was smarter than that; he twisted her wrist, pulling her up with his strength as he landed her on the table. She groaned as her back met with the hard wood, balling into a coil, with her hands grabbing her stomach to ease the pain.

He pulled her down, holding her neck firmly, as he glared at his dad

“This is the way I will kill that b!tch with my bare hands for making me lose a mother. My skills ain’t gone dad, enough with the pranks” he yelled, releasing the lady, who coughed out loud.

Marshal smiled, clapping briefly

“You can leave Mercury” Marshal muttered, referring to the lady. She nodded, struggling to get up.

Donald who was still pissed, pulled her up, scoffing

“You still need to work on your skill girl, you can’t beat me in a game” He snarled. She nodded

“Yes boss..i will take my leave now” She left

“You hit her too hard. You knew this was a game”

“She tried to fight me back”

“I asked her to struggle with you for a while and see how long you can handle her. Mercury is one of our best fighters. It’s a good thing that you beat her” He stated, taking a seat

“Like I said earlier dad, don’t underestimate my skills” Don gritted

“Fine…sit…we have a job to do, son.” He grinned

He brought out a large paper spreading it on the table. It’s a sketched map

“There will be a goods delivery here, by 8pm tomorrow. I contacted Larry, and he needed some of our boys to aid his, in case there is a mess up

“And where are we coming in?”

“The goods is from that b!tch that calls herself Lady Mafia. You know, she got one of our own, we are gonna attack back.”

“I’m gonna kill her”

“Nahh…that b!tch is smart. She might not be at the venue, but her men will be there. And if it’s that case, then we should make sure they are dead before the contract ends.”

“Hmm…tomorrow…fine. I will get some of our best men and some trainees” Donald replied, getting on his feet

Marshal nodded

“That’s all for now” he muttered. Donald nodded and was about leaving when he was called back

“Don…don’t miss this time”

“I won’t” he smirked walking out with a proud sneer on his face