Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You ready for me?”
She nods, huffing out a breath. “Yes, do it now.”
Fisting my cock then anchoring my arm around her waist, I lift her until I’ve got her exactly where I want her. I spread mylegs wider, and she pushes back, giving me full access to her wet heat.
Bracing one hand against the bar while keeping the other hand tight around her, I thrust in all the way, and she takes me from tip to root. Her wetness surrounds me, with my balls slapping against her ass, and, yeah, I know I’m one step closer to getting the Kings a new clubhouse.
When I nip her shoulder, she bucks against me, driving my dick all the way home. She’s so fuckin’ tight and wet that I don’t know how long I can last, but what a way to make a deal.
“Shit, babe, you feel so fuckin’ good around my cock.”
“Harder, harder,” she moans, and my body takes over.
Pressing my fingers into her hips tighter, I leave my mark as my hips jackhammer into her. All those newly washed glasses are rattling on the shelves as I spread my legs wider and keep pounding. Glasses hit the floor and shatter around us, but I keep going, her body drawing me in and milking me in the best way.
“Ohhhhh god,” she yells out. “Keep goin’” She drops her head between her arms, then screams out. She floods my dick with her juice, and it’s all I need.
I pull all the way out and ram my swollen cock into her one, two, three more times until my knees buckle. When my cock explodes, I throw my head back and howl at the ceiling, riding out her aftershocks like I never want this to end.
I collapse against her, keeping her body tight to me, steadying both of us. Feeling like I never wanna let go.
She slowly turns in my arms, her eyes soft. There’s something so vulnerable around all her toughness. The way she gave herself to me without thinking, without any bullshit talk. Just real and in the moment.
I nuzzle my face into her neck, drinking in her scent, then I pull back just enough to see her face. Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed. So totally different than the hellcat who greeted methe last two days, but I can’t let that sway me. I have to stay on point. I have to make the deal, and if this is what she wants, then I’ll give her more of the same.
I put a few inches between us. “I’m thinking you got a bed or some shit upstairs we can try out next.” I brush her tangle of curls out of her face. “‘Cause I ain’t anywhere near done with you.”
She snuggles into me, and I’m thinking this is gonna be my best day of freedom yet. Hot sex and getting the King’s clubhouse. “‘Cause the next time, I want you spread out under me so I can lick and suck every inch of your amazing body.”
Her eyes snap open, like she’s awakening from a trance. “No.”
“Okay, so you tell me how you want it next time. Believe me, I’m up for some kinky shit as long as I get to sink into your heat again.”
“No.” Her eyes dart to the floor, and she jerks her jeans up.
“All right, so we don’t get too kinky.”
She pulls up her baggy jeans, then retrieves her t-shirt off the bar top and yanks it over her head.
“You all right, babe?”
“This shouldn’t have happened.”
“Whaddya mean? This was all your idea, and now I’m already gearing up for round two.”
“No.” She spins me to the door. “You need to leave—now.”
“Leave?” I grab a handful of my jeans, pulling them up and over my hips.
“Yes, now.” She pushes me until I’m by the door, and I let her ‘cause she’s got me fuck drunk. She keeps pushing me, and I’m thinking this is some kinda game or role play shit, then it hits me.
“Does this have something to do with Viper? Are you afraid of him finding out?”
She swallows hard but doesn’t answer me.
I spin around when she gets me to the door. “I can make it so he never bothers you again.”
“Please, just leave.” She gives me a strong shove. Harder than I would’ve thought possible for a woman about five-foot-six, maybe a buck twenty.
