Wretched (Never After Series)(29)

“Oh, god,” she whispers, her elbows dropping until she’s flat on her back again.

Her thighs tense around my head, her back arching off the table. I release her clit and look up at her, my cock dripping from the sight of her heaving chest and eyes blissed out in pleasure—pleasure that I caused.

“Give it to me, pretty girl. Show me how fucking filthy you are coming around the fingers of the man you claim to hate.”

She does, immediately. Spectacularly.

Her legs shake and she lets out a loud moan, her pussy pulsing as she rides out her orgasm. I lap her up like milk, so fucking ready to sink my cock inside her and break her from the inside out.

I continue to work her through her comedown and she laughs when I suck her into my mouth one more time, her hands pushing at my shoulders. “Stop, it’s sensitive.”

Smiling, something warm tumbles around in my chest, and I work my way back up her body, pressing kisses to her thighs, over her covered stomach until I hit her chest. My cock presses between her legs, nudging at her entrance.

Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me in closer. My head slips through her slick cunt and sends a tendril of pleasure spiking through my dick and into my balls. Gripping the base of my shaft, I slide myself through her folds, tapping the tip of my cock on her needy clit, reveling in the way her body jolts from the touch.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

I allow the tip of my cock to slide in, just the tiniest bit. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

She quirks a brow.

I lick the shell of her ear, a shiver coasting down her body.

“Tell me I’m the biggest cock you’ve ever had.”

“Oh my god, did that really—”

Grinning, I slam inside of her mid-sentence, her words cutting off with the heavy breath that escapes her lungs. I close my eyes, the sensation of her pussy gripping me so perfectly, making my balls draw up and heat collect at the base of my spine.

Starting a steady rhythm, I get lost in the feeling of being inside her again. She threads her fingers through my hair and starts to move her hips from underneath me, causing her clit to grind against my pelvis. I press in harder, wanting—needing—to feel her come around my cock.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

Her eyes flare and she tightens her legs, removing her fingers from my hair and pushing at my chest. I ease up, allowing my dick to leave her as she flips us, my head landing on the pile of money at the top of the table.

She straddles me, her knee-high boots suddenly the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen as she slides back down my shaft, every inch of her cunt swallowing me perfectly until we’re flush together.

“Christ,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips so tight, I’m sure they’ll bruise.

The material of her thigh holsters rub against my skin, creating a friction burn as she works me fast and hard. She moves herself back and forth, then bounces up and down. My eyes drink up the vision of her above me, her hair mussed, skin flushed, and eyes glazed. Suddenly, I can’t stand the thought of not touching her everywhere, and my fingers run up her stomach until I’m cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath my fingers. Her movements stutter and I pinch them. Hard.

A gush of wetness soaks my lap and she throws her head back, her fingers creating crescent shaped marks in my abdomen as she rides me.

Her hand disappears under her skirt and I’m about to protest until I feel the warmth of her fingers caressing my balls while she grinds down on my lap. My entire body shivers.

I tweak her nipples again, then move one hand up, gripping the bun that’s only half left on her head, and wrench it back, tugging on the strands harshly.

She moans, her pussy walls spasming around me, making my eyes roll back.

“Come for me again, pretty girl. I want to feel you drench my cock.”

Her other hand lifts her skirt, giving me the exceptional view of my dick disappearing inside of her, and she starts rubbing at her swollen clit, her mouth parting.

That, plus the steady motion of her caressing my balls, is my point of no return. The tension snaps just as her walls contract around me, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, shooting deep inside her. One pulse, two, three… she rides me through every single spurt until my limbs go numb and my vision goes white.

Finally she slows before moving off me completely, my cum and her wetness mixing together and dripping down my slick and sated cock.

It takes a few moments for me to catch my breath, and I turn my face to watch her—to say something—although I have no clue what.

But her eyes are already hardened into stone.

My chest twists, but I brush it off, not knowing what it means. I smile softly, the echo of whatever just happened pinging off the hollow chambers of my heart. “That quick, huh?”

“Obviously, this was a mistake,” she replies.

Nodding, I move to a sitting position, my pulse still racing. “Yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

I slide from the table and reach down to grab my jeans, pulling them on and fastening them.

“You know…” I start, looking back up.

But it’s no use because she’s already gone.





14





EVELINE





Quads Cemetery is about a forty-five-minute drive from the estate, and every Sunday after Mass I go there without fail. No one ever bothers to come along, and while part of me is content because I don’t need to share my time, the other part is disgusted that nobody seems to care.