Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(66)

Agonizingly slow, I drop my hand down her pants and find her cute little school girl panties.

Her chest rises with a large breath as the pads of my fingers rub against the moisture that’s soaking through the fabric. I pull them aside slowly, my index finger grazing her wetness. A soft sigh trembles from her mouth, and it takes all the strength I have not to slam my fingers into her, turning that sigh into a full-out scream of pleasure.

“Yeah. I think the only one calling bullshit here is me.”

Her eyes clench, her mouth taking the shape of a perfect ‘o’.

“You keep your ass here, got it? No more attitude. We’re past that, babe. ”

She doesn’t reply; my fingers stall in reaction.

“Yes, okay,” she moans, her body trying to rock against my fingers.

“Good,” I whisper.

Grabbing her by the hips, I bend her over the couch.

“Don’t ever act like you’re too good for my dick, Jillian.” To be honest, I don’t think I could hold out on her. Tease her till she cries, yes. But tell her flat-out no? That would be hurting me more than anything.

“Hold on,” I warn.

Her fingers dig into the cushions, her lust-filled eyes looking over her shoulder.

“This will be fast, baby. All I’ve thought about since I left today was getting back here and sinking my cock as far in you as it can go. I wanna feel every inch of you, inside and out.” I toss my hair from my eyes, wanting to see her face. “I’m going to f*ck you like I hate you.” The words come out low and husky, my fingers digging into her hips with force. Deep down, a small piece of me does hate her. I was fine with the way my life was before. I was existing, not knowing what I was missing. Now that I have her, though, I’ll never walk back to that world I was only surviving in, not living. Not without her.

She tosses her head back and grits her teeth in anticipation. Pulling her pants down to her ankles, I palm her round ass cheeks. They’re so firm, and soft. I give one a small slap, and it ripples from the impact.

Gritting my teeth, a nasal growl ripples through me. She’s got the perfect ass, and my cock wants in it badly.

I rub at the soft skin, my fingers grazing her *, and she moans. My eyes go wide at her reaction. I didn’t think of her as an ass play kind of woman.

I give her ass another slap, but on the other cheek. Her fingers clench the couch, a soft sigh rippling through her whole body.

I massage the growing handprint on her porcelain skin. Letting my hand drift a little lower, I dip my finger between her legs, soaking up her wetness and spreading it up her crack.

Her legs widen, her mouth popping open as her eyes roll into the back of her head. My cock pulses with excitement; I think my dirty little cop wants my cock buried deep inside her tight little ass.

“You like that, baby?” She nods and shoves her face back into the couch cushion. I want to plow through her backdoor, but I know I’ll rip her apart if I do. I have to take it slowly, get her used to it. That’s going to take all the restraint I have.

I pull my cock out of my pants, shoving my jeans to my boots.

Fisting my cock, I rub the head of it against her opening.

“Don’t tease me, please,” she begs.

“I like it when you beg. Do it again,” I request, my voice throaty.

“Puh-lease, do it already,” she whines, her eyes heavy.

Pushing the head of my cock into her wetness, her head whips back, and her body tenses. Jesus Christ, she’s tight as hell. Every time I f*ck her, her * suffocates my dick into submission.

The feeling of her warm * tight around my cock makes my balls squeeze with satisfaction.

“Are you a spoiled little brat, Jillian?” My voice is husky as I look down at my length pressing into her pink lips. She doesn’t respond, so I give her ass another slap.

“Yes, I’m a brat,” she moans. “Just don’t stop.” She arches her ass into me, and both of my hands fly to her waist, digging my fingers into them. Her small body fits perfectly between my hips; it’s so tight and toned, I can’t help but run my hand along her back. I push her shirt up and caress her soft skin, my teeth gritting with satisfaction.

I thrust the rest of my length into her and grab on to either side of the couch, boxing her in. Her sweet cunt soaks my dick, her hair smelling of flowery shit.

I drive into her, over and over, the couch screeching against the floor as we move it back and forth.

“Oh, my God,” she moans, her head lolled against my shoulder. Taking one hand off the couch, I pull her tits out of her top, needing to watch them bounce as I plow into her relentlessly.

“Harder?” I ask, wanting to unleash more.

“Yes!” she whimpers, the word making my cock hum with the urge to come.

Picking up the momentum, I thrust into her harder, and she mewls.

I fist her hair, pulling her back flush against my chest.

“I will not let you walk away from me, Jillian.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she moans, her body coiling tight as her legs widen.

Knowing she’s there, I push her over the couch and suck on my thumb, getting it wet. I slide my hand down her back, pressing my thumb against the opening of her ass. Her body tenses with the intrusion, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.

God, I want to slip my dick in there so bad. I dig my fingers into her hip, and clench my eyes shut. The urge to drive into her ass making me go mad.