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“I am going to destroy this pussy, mark the shit out of it, and you’ll smell like me for fucking days, my tornado. You’re going to be walking bow-legged. The memory of my cock will make you so fucked up that no other dick will ever do.” He moans again.
His eyes come to mine.
“This,” thrust, “is,” thrust, “my,” thrust, “pussy,” thrust, thrust, thrust, and then he stills, and his engorged cock explodes, and my pussy constricts around him, accepting him and begging for more. Our combined release seeps out and around his still-hard cock and trickles between my ass checks. Both of us struggle to catch our breaths. He rests his sweaty forehead on my chest between my bare breasts and…
“Oh shit,”
His head snaps up, and his eyes connect with mine. “You aren’t on anything. I didn’t use a condom.” He looks a little sheepish at the admission. Before I can respond, he continues, “Yes, I’m clean. No, I don’t give a fuck if I just knocked you up. You’re mine, and I’m yours. End of.” With determination in his eyes and a nod, he does something that has my jaw coming unhinged and dropping on the floor. He bends down, his lips go to my stomach, kisses it, and then stands up straight with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Then he pulls himself out of me, causing us both to groan. My pussy clenches, missing him, already ignoring everything from the last few minutes–the hussy that she is.
But my brain, hell no, that bitch is firing on all cylinders. Now hold the fuck up here, sir, cum a lot. I sit up and stare at him like he has lost his fucking mind. Because he most definitely has. I know I’m crazy, but I’m not crazy like that.
Ignoring the shock on my face, Taz walks away. And I watch him go. My mouth opens and closes as he walks into a room I assume is the bathroom. I hear the water turning on and then off before he comes back my way with a damp washcloth in hand. Without a word, he gently cleans our combined release from my pussy thighs and then the deck. He smiles when he wipes the desk down. Discarding the towel, he turns back to me, lifts me up and onto the desk, in the sitting position. Now, most women would be furious. Lucky for this fucker, I’m not like most women, but…
“Taz, what you are not about to do is make unilateral decisions like that. Without, I don’t know, talking to first. Yes, I was caught up in the moment that shit happens when the first guy ever to make your lady bits flutter comes along, kisses you senseless, then eats your pussy like he hasn’t been fed in his life.” Staring up at the ceiling, I ignore my annoyance, but it is getting hard.
Holy fuck.
I’m one of those bitches who gets led around by her pussy strings. Damn it. I’m a well-respected, world-class assassin and part of one of the most feared organizations in the world. I’m not supposed to be led by my pussy strings. I blame this shit on my momma. Yep, at this very moment, it is all her fucking fault. Her and her, when you find the one shit.
“I know what I feel, Bellamy. I know you feel it, too. So why are we going to fuck around and act like this isn’t exactly what it is? I’m not a man that jumps into shit headfirst without thinking shit through. I know my mind, and I stick to my decision. I’m not a man who wavers when I know what I want. The moment I saw you, as corny as this shit is about to sound, you took my breath away. When your eyes weren’t on mine, I missed them. When you put Princess in her place twice, my chest swelled with pride. It may have only been hours, but we have a lifetime to write this story. I’m not a man for flowery words and declarations. This is as close as I will ever get. I know I’m not alone in this feeling and won’t feel bad about what I did. I’m not your father, and you are not your mother. You are you; I am me, and we are us.” He stares at me, and I’m fucking shocked as shit. Speechless.
Why do his words want to make me cry like a little bitch? Oh hell, this motherfucker is turning me into a girl. Well, shit.
The realization hits me. I am most definitely one of those girls that are led around by her pussy strings. And believe in love at first sight and all the girly shit. But to be clear, I will never acknowledge or say any of that shit out loud. But there’s no denying it now. Taz is my one.
Taz fixes my bra and shirt. As he walks around his desk, I watch him pick up my pants and torn underwear. With a smirk on his lips, he brings my underwear to his nose, breathes in my scent, and moans. My face heats. Thank fuck, Black girls don’t blush. He smirks at me when he sees I’m watching him. He walks back to me and helps me put my pants on, sans underwear. Once they are far enough up my legs, he lifts me from the desk, still holding me. Another smirk because I wobble on my feet. My legs are jelly, and my pussy is deliciously sore. He helps to pull them up, and I wince a little when they come in contact with my pussy. His eyes go to mine with concern, but I smile, causing him to relax visibly.
Fuck, I’ll have to go into a meeting with my angry father, with Taz’s cum leaking out of me. He must see the horror in my eyes as he buckles and zips my pants. He pulls me and my shaky legs toward the door where my slip-ons are. I don’t even remember him taking them off me. I slip them back on and look up at him.
His smile is infectious. Leaning down, Taz captures my lips for a long, deep, bruising kiss. Then he pulls away, resting his forehead on mine.
“You aren’t and never will be what you say… a good-time girl, booty call, one-night stand, or house mouse.” He kisses my lips. “Because of my little tornado. You taste like mine.” He smirks, opens the door, and leads me down the hall to Gunner's office, who I am sure is fuming by now.
Oh well. I just had fifty-eleven orgasms. So…
That just happened. I lost my virginity on top of a desk, given far more orgasms than I thought conceivable by my father's VP after I beat the shit out of my sister while on a job. And I might have just gotten knocked up.
Yep! I'm a fucking winner.
Sixteen
BELLAMY
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After getting myself situated, I have to compartmentalize the epic shit that just happened between my sperm donor's VP and me because that was some wackadoodle shit. My hand goes to my stomach, and I try not to feel like my life just changed from a moment of weakness… no, not weakness. I shake my head at the thought. But my life has changed, that much I know. Because this man holding my hand and pulling me toward my sperm donor has changed it. And ready or not, I will hold on with both hands to ride this wave.
I didn’t think, which isn’t my thing; I think things through, even if it may not seem that way to others. Was it reckless to fuck my sperm donor VP in an office, of course, but do I regret it? No.
Before my thoughts spiral, we stand again in front of Gunner's office door. My eyes trail up to Taz, who has a blank look, and I raise a brow. He looks down at me and gives me a wink. Aww, gotcha, gotta be all manly and shit. 10-4 Ghost Rider. I square my shoulders and plaster on my work face, pulling my hand from his. Before he opens the door, I speak. Because I can get back to business mode, too, fucker.
“I'm here to do a job. If I get more family out of it, great. If I get a man, fantastical. If not, the job still has to be done. But know this, I'll beat her ass every single time she comes at me. And I'm far more deadly than you know.” I smile up at Taz, and without knocking, I push the door to the office open and walk in like I own this bitch.
I wince, shit. He may have rocked my world and may have me walking bow-legged for the next week, but with business, I’m about mine. The fucker chuckles and walks in behind me. Before I can take my seat, I hear him say, “Tornado, you are something else,” hearing the humor in his voice.
Here we fucking go again.
Gunner is sitting at his desk, signaling for me to take a seat. I can already tell this will be some bullshit by the look he’s shooting me. My eyes roll as I scoff, looking around before taking my seat. Vex and Bull are standing with their shoulders resting on the wall beside the couch, and she's sitting on the sofa looking smug. Like things are going to go her way. I know they aren’t, but I'll let her think whatever she wants. Shifting in my seat, I make eye contact with Prez Gunner, the sperm donor. The look on his face says he's about to piss me the fuck off.
