Wretched (Never After Series)(28)

Wet saliva sprays across my cheek and drips down my face, severing the last thread of my sanity. I snap forward, my free arm swiping across the table, the sound of cash and the money counter crashing to the floor muted from the pounding in my ears. I wrap my hand around her waist, dragging her roughly onto the tabletop and slamming my mouth to hers.

I don’t think about how this is inappropriate. How she stands for everything I’m against. How I’m the villain of her story as surely as she is mine.

And I definitely don’t consider the wire hidden around my neck, catching everything as it happens.

My tongue dives into her mouth, searching for the hint of metal, and when I find it, the small ball of her piercing massaging against me, a shock-wave rolls through my body.

My hand tightens around her throat, her pulse beating against my skin.

She moans, her talon-like nails digging into the back of my neck, and my cock throbs, pressing against the front of my jeans.

I move my lips across her jaw and down her neck, using my thumb to tilt her head back and give myself more room. She scoots forward, her knees sliding on the few loose hundred-dollar bills that are beneath her, and she reaches out, popping the button on my pants and slipping her warm hand inside. She grips me tight, and I jolt in her palm when she strokes me from the base all the way to the tip. Precum oozes from the head and she swipes her fingertips over it, using it to lubricate her motions on the way back down.

“Fuck,” I rasp against her.

“Shut up,” she snips, bringing her mouth close to kiss me again.

My chest heats at how she’s always fucking disrespecting me, and I grip her throat tighter, slamming her down on the table until she’s flat against it. Cash flies from the edges and flutters to the ground, the sudden movement making her grip slacken from where it’s wrapped around my cock.

She yelps, her eyes flaring, but before she can say another word, I’m on her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. “You and that fucking mouth.”

I press a kiss to her swollen lips, my other hand sliding along her chest until her tit is in my hand. My thumb runs over the hardened peak, hiding beneath the fabric. She tries to speak, but I press my fingers against her cheeks, until I feel the indent of her teeth. “I’m getting real tired of you walking all over me. Spitting on me. Pretending like I hurt you when we both know you don’t really care. And I’m done playing nice.”

Her lips part, and I take the opportunity, collecting saliva on my tongue and letting it drip down into her open mouth.

I expect her to rage. In fact, my grip on her strengthens, anticipation lighting up my insides at how she’ll react.

But she only grins and swallows.

My balls tighten, blood rushing to my dick until it’s throbbing so stiff I’m worried I might come.

She moves her hand up the length again, moaning. “That gets you off, doesn’t it? I can feel you getting harder.”

“Yeah?” I bite my lip. “You gonna do something about it, pretty girl?”

She pushes up on her elbow, her messy bun halfway falling out so it’s lopsided on her head, and squeezes me one more time before she removes her touch completely. Leaning in, she presses a kiss to my lips. “I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy like a good pup.”

My insides flare at the command, but I don’t argue, the overwhelming need to have her overriding any sense of authority she may be stripping me of. My hands coast down her body until they reach the hem of her skirt and slip underneath, gliding back up her supple skin until they hit the holsters on both sides of her legs. An image of her naked with nothing but her gun strapped to her flashes through my mind, and I groan at the vision.

Pressing my fingers into her skin, I move my face back to hers, pressing kisses along her cheek until I reach her ear. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

And then I move, gripping the meat of her thighs and pulling, her body sliding down the table harshly, sending more cash fluttering to the ground.

Her skirt is bunched at her hips and she’s wearing white cotton panties that have a damp spot in the center. The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh at the sight. It’s such a dichotomy; simple white underwear hidden beneath layers of black and gallons of bitch.

“Don’t just stare at it.” Her hands press on the back of my head.

Pressing my thumb into the wet spot, I undo my jeans the rest of the way to free my cock enough so I can grip it in my palm. “Goddamn, you’re wet. Soaking through your panties all for me?”

I stroke my shaft, pinpricks of pleasure skittering along my spine at the sensation, and then I grab the fabric of her underwear and pull, ripping them off her in one fluid motion.

She moans and I dive in immediately, because if I don’t get to taste her, right now, I might fucking die.

My tongue swipes up the length of her slit, collecting the wetness seeping from her core, and I groan at the musky taste. Perfect. My hand slips up her body until it’s pressing against her stomach to hold her in place, and I start to feast, swirling around her hole and up to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her clit throbs against the flat of my tongue, and the thought of me turning her on, turns me on, so I suck it into my mouth, bringing up my hand and dipping a finger inside of her at the same time.

She’s so wet, I slide in easily, and I start a repetitive motion, fucking her with my fingers and gorging on her pussy until she’s gasping beneath me.