Page 17 of Her Three Hitmen


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Releasing her waist, I lift my hand to wrap it around her neck and press her firmly into the wall. "You like being naughty, don't you?"

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip in the way I've been thinking about all afternoon. I shouldn't have left her in the hallway--no, I should have dragged her into the first empty room and fucked her right then and there.

She unbuttons the next one, waiting eagerly for my reaction. Rather than speak, I squeeze her throat gently and then lead her into the first room I come across. Better late than never, right?

I'm on her before the door is even shut, crushing her body into my chest and groping every inch of skin, every curve and dip I can reach. Her responses are moans and pleas as she pants my name, heart racing against her ribcage and pounding into mine.

I hear the shift in her tone. When I lower my head to try and capture some more of those delicious noises, she slips out of my arms and I feel her stumble against the bathroom counter. She smiles at me and traces my jaw with one finger before her eyes flutter closed again.

"This bathroom could be big enough for the both of us," she insists despite the fact that the bathroom is actually big enough to hold more than a dozen people comfortably. "If you take your pants off."

Her eyes drop to my slacks and she licks her lips. Oh, I don't think so. She doesn't get to be in charge anymore, not for the rest of the night. She's mine.

I put a hand on her shoulder and force her onto her knees. "So take them off," I demand.

She leans forward, so much closer to me now that she's on the floor. Her tongue darts out and brushes against my skin as she slips a hand beneath my shirt. She doesn't need any instructions from me anymore.

I feel my back hit the wall a moment later and then feel her hands popping open the buttons on my shirt, one by one. All of them are gone in seconds and her hands move down my chest to tug at my belt. My entire being is focused on the sensations her fingernails dig into my skin, leaving faint white trails wherever they reach.

One hand rests on my chest while she undoes the button on my slacks and tugs down the zipper. Her warm breath is suddenly hot against my skin just before her tongue flicks out against the base of my bulge.

As soon as she has me drawn out into her waiting mouth, I drop a hand onto her head and give her a sharp shove against me, all at once angling myself so that I fill her mouth as much as possible when I push forward into it. She groans instantly, her hand tightening around what I have left outside her lips.

Her lips linger just barely above the surface of the skin as they make their way from base to tip, but when she opens her mouth and encases the head with those salivating lips… that's what makes me hard as a fucking diamond.

I groan and grasp her shoulders to stop her from moving further down. She looks up at me in disappointment.

I'm not done watching you suffer yet, darling.

Lifting her up, I reach around to cup her ass. "Where is your thong?"

"I-I didn't wear panties," she answers quietly, fidgety in embarrassment.

"Damn right you didn't," I say, swatting her ass sharply with my hand before feeling it myself to make sure it's not a lie.

I unzip the back of her dress and yank it down her body, spinning her around against the bathroom counter. When two of my fingers meet with wetness when I slip them down between her legs, I know she's telling the truth.

"I want you to watch yourself, Mia," I order firmly. "Look in the mirror and watch me fuck you. Do you understand?"

She nods, "Yes, sir."

I take a moment to admire her, now--the wide eyes staring at me, pupils dilated so that she can hardly tell where she ends and I begin. Her pussy is dripping wet. The sight of it makes me desperate and I can't imagine ever going back to regular sex after this.

My fingers wrap around her thigh and lift one of her legs. My thrusts are hard and swift, using her body to plunge deeper into her, hands pinning her hips against mine. There's an endearing whine when I do this that only makes me grip her tighter. I watch as my cock disappears into her over and over and lose myself in the sensation of it.

"Good girl," I grunt, fucking her deeper. "Look at yourself."

I lift my hand and smack her ass, thrusting deep immediately after and reveling in the fact that her noises of satisfaction get caught in her throat.

"You liked being fucked don't you?" I ask.

She nods, pouting her lips. "I do... fuck, I do."

I smirk at her instant response. "I bet you were a slut for Antonio, too. Just like the good little slut you're being for me." Her eyes roll into the back of her head. "I can only imagine what you looked like for him. Your lips wrapped around his cock, his cum spilling out of those greedy little lips."

"Oh, god!" she cries out as I use her body.

One of my hands leaves her hips to grip her hair and pull her head back. Her shocked gasp sounds erotically like a gagging noise when I bury myself even deeper into her and hear the sound coming out of her mouth.

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