Her heels dig into my lower back as I punish her with my dick. Over and over, I draw back and throttle in at full speed. Relentlessly pumping away in a sadistic rhythm. One that has her breath choking out in staccato waves.
I suck along her jaw until she whimpers, shifting her weight to scramble away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. When I reach her lips, I murmur, “You going to come?”
“You’re going to have to work harder than that,asshole.” Her eyes make a poignant dart toward my chest…and tattoo. It makes me feel too exposed.
“Such naughty words for such anobedientbaby girl.”
Her lip juts out in a pout, and I almost snatch it between my teeth, but I only smirk at the fury that makes her cheeks hot pink. Every freckle dances as she squints at me with rage. It makes me chuckle, some of my saliva flying into her mouth.
“Say it…” I laugh with a barking command.
She fists my hair, body ricocheting against the wall as she works herself down the length of my cock.Gods, she’s molten. Slick. Every scoop, every swivel pulls me closer to the brink, but I’ll be damned if I explode before she does.
“I’mnota baby,” she says.
And with those four words, the air between us fractures.
It hits us like a head-on collision—cold shock locking ourgazes. Glaciers where fire had been. Faces slack. My chest seizes, aching like I just ran suicide sprints in chains.
Tears slip down her cheeks, and before I can think, I’m gathering her up—crushing her against me protectively. Soothingly. My hands at her nape, at her ass, her legs bound around my waist. Breath against breath. Pulse against pulse. Our blood feels shared.
Her head whips back, and a scream tears out of her—loud, unrestrained, a sound forged from equal parts pleasure and pain.
And I fuckinghateher for it.
While she’s still pulsing all over my dick, I slip out, drop her, and take a step back. She’s crying now, sobbing and disoriented.
Rage barrels through me like a torrential wave. I wrap my fist around my cock, stroking fast—it’s not a release.
It’s a detonation.
This won’t be a pleasant nut. Not in the slightest. But it’s not supposed to be. It’s an assault. A siege on her already-crumbling defenses.
I plant my palm on the wall above her head, lean in until our noses almost touch, and angle the tip of my dick toward her bare stomach. The orgasm rips through me with only the cold satisfaction of a strike landing true. Hot ribbons spill down her abs, sliding over her thighs, dripping to her feet.
She stares at the mess like it’s a personal insult, then drags her eyes up to mine, ire blazing.
My upper lip curls with disgust. “Don’t want to be another of your baby daddies.”
I see it coming, but I still don’t move aninchwhen she hits me. An open-faced slap against the opposite cheek, where she laid one on me the first time. Huffing a laugh, I stare her down until the impenetrable force field rebuilds between our bodies.
Without a warning, I snag her neck and hold her still as shegrasps my forearm. “Don’t look to be a habit of mine. This was a one-time thing.” I stare at her plump, bruised, and bleeding lip one more time. Let myself memorize what she tasted like… Then, I let her go with a shove. “And hellkitten? Try not to get addicted…”
Her small hands push against my chest until she has enough room to squeeze by. She scurries over to the pencil dick she came here with, who looks like he blew his load too fast. As I expected… His legs dangle as he sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, watching my girls play with each other.
Ashlyn’s already pulling up her dress and flipping her thick gold hair over her shoulder. I yank my silk pants up while she reaches over and tugs her man’s mask down.
Blood stills in my arteries. I see red. Then rip off my own mask.
Thiscunt…
I fell for it.
She got me.
“The fuck ishedoing here?” My finger raised at his chest like a gun, I storm straight toward him, the other hand prepped in a fist.
“I was invited, motherfu— Oh,shit.”