I reach between her thighs, finding her clit in the wet mess we’ve made. “That’s it, sweet girl.”
Haven fucks my cock like she hates it, like she’s channeling every ounce of her anger into revenge, wearing me down with her pussy until there’s nothing left but her triumph. I don’t know what kind of trauma she’s working through—I mean, I can imagine—but toxic fuck I am, I hope she takes years to have a breakthrough.
But only if she’s using my cock as therapy.
“Oh, God, Bastian! Fuck!” Her head falls back, messy bun coming undone, hair spilling over her shoulders. The butterfly necklace bounces with each thrust, catching the light.
Mine, mine,mine.
Jesus, watching Heavenly lose control could put every dealer in Riverside out of business.
“Kai—” Her rhythm stutters. “I’m gonna?—“
“Do it. Come on my cock right here in his fucking car. Right where he could walk up any second and see you fucking me.”
Haven shatters with a guttural moan, her pussy clenching around me so hard I nearly lose it too. But I hold on, gritting my teeth as I work my cock in and out of her, watching every expression that crosses her face.
Beautiful.
Broken.
And—fuck Rooke—she belongs to me.
When she finally stills, collapsing against me and panting into the side of my neck, I’m so close I’m struggling to think.
“Down,” I grit out, guiding her off me and shoving her onto her knees in the footwell. She peers up at me, face flushed, eyes glittering, her lips inches from the pussy-slick length of my cock.
“Open,” I growl. She peels her lips apart and I nearly lose it right there. “Tongue.”
She sticks her tongue out like the obedient little psycho she is, and I lose the battle after one stroke of my cock. An orgasm slams into me so hard and fast, I feel like I’m dying.
Ropes of cum streak her lips, her tongue, her chin. I’m trying to aim but my whole body’s locked up and I’ve got zero control.
Doesn’t help that she’s fucking grinning at me like a harpy as I buck into my fist, either.
When I’m finally spent, she darts forward and drags her tongue over my crown like she’s trying to put me in the fucking ground.
“Fuck, Heavenly,” I pant out, my body heavy, my eyes blurry.
She climbs up, kneeling on the seat between my thighs, and holds my head in place for a kiss.
Without swallowing first.
Tangy cum mixes with our saliva. I groan into our sloppy kiss, giving my cock a mournful stroke as I try to will it back to life, because Jesus, I want to do it all over again.
Before I can swallow anything, she sucks my mouth clean and sits back, lips pressed tightly together.
There’s a gleam in her eyes that has me mildly fucking distraught.
I rasp out, “What are you…?” but I trail off when she turns, bends down, and slowly lets everything drip out of her mouth.
Right onto Rooke’s gear stick.
I stare, open-mouthed, as a string of milky saliva drips down onto the console. “Jesus,” I murmur.
“Now can we go?” she asks so sweetly that I make a mental note to never,everpiss her off.
“You’re fucking unhinged,” I mumble as she clambers back into the passenger seat.
