Every writhing motion of her body was a gift being presented. Without seconds, there was nothing else that mattered but fucking her like the savage I’d become. Darkness held me, making me forget the reason I was here. With my jaw clenched, I fucked her long and hard, squeezing the belt together until her breathing was labored.
Fuck.
My hunger was exploding.
My needs intense.
Sweat was beading on my forehead.
My muscles were stiffening.
My thoughts were turning more sadistic with every moan.
Yeeesss… I couldn’t get enough.
Reese bucked against me, her pussy so wet her juice had slickened her inner thighs. Such a beautiful moment yet I wanted more. So fucking much more.
My mind continued to spin, the loss of control fueling my actions. Every guttural sound I made matched the lavish purrs escaping her mouth.
As soon as my balls began to swell, I resisted the urge to fill her with my seed. Tonight, I’d claim her asshole. Then her entire body and every ounce of pleasure would belong to me.
With my mind still unfocused, my hand still wrapped around the belt, I rubbed the tip of my dripping cock up and down the crack of her ass.
She stiffened the moment I pressed the tip of my cock against her tight little hole. Yet she didn’t complain, didn’t dare defy me. She was quite the obedient girl.
In just pressing my cockhead inside, the ache increased. Her body remained stiff, but she was encouraging me, arching her back. The woman was a little temptress. With deliberate actions, I pressed my dick in an inch at a time.
And call me reprehensible, but I kept my gaze locked on the area outside where I’d seen our unwanted visitor. Maybe I was thoroughly enjoying him watching our passion, wishing he could be me.
Fuck the man and everyone in his club. No one touched what belonged to me.
When I was fully seated inside, I wrapped my body around hers, enjoying her labored breathing and the way she fit perfectly in my arms. Our bodies molded together as if they were meant to be.
I could almost call it romantic had I not been squeezing her neck.
Panting, her fingers played in the steam she’d created, drawing little stick figures including a heart. Just to tease me.
I kept my face buried in her neck as I fucked her tight hole, the hard thumping sound as I slammed into her adding to the heavy rock and roll beat of the music.
The moment couldn’t have been more perfect, but with all acts of total control, at some point they needed to come to an end. Every inch of my body ached, the pressure pushing me past the point of losing control.
With three additional brutal plunges, I released into her tight hole.
And my eyes were directed toward a new warm glow as the asshole outside lit another cigarette. Satisfaction after sex.
All I could think about was hunting him and the others down like the predatory creatures they were.
Maybe I’d bypassed the need for justice, shifting into something else altogether.
The need for revenge.
CHAPTER 18
Kendrick
“I heard you’re insisting on going to that concert in Chicago.” I laughed, hearing the little snort she always gave when irritated. Lately, that had been way too often.
“That concert is the hottest one of the year. Maybe of my lifetime. Are you kidding me? She’s all the rage and the tickets are bitchin’. Besides, I’m an adult so you can stop playing the big brother card.”
