Quickly, she slides off my shaft and I miss the feel of her immediately. Reaching for her, I try to pull her back on top of me, but she playfully swats my hands away. Her mischievous gaze watches me seductively as she moves between my legs, and wraps her hand around my cock that’s covered in both of our arousal.
Leaning in–her ass raised in the air–she licks slowly up my shaft, and I shudder. Her tongue teases each of the barbells on her way to the tip, where she swirls it around the saints cross. I reach down and gather her hair in my left hand, and pull it to the side so I can get a better view.
“I want you to fuck my throat,” she says before opening her lips, my dick slowly disappearing into her mouth. She slides down to the third barbell and coughs, before moving back to the tip. A feral groan rumbles in my throat at the feel of her throat tightening around me.
“Gooood fucking girl, terror,” I say through chopped breaths. “Stick out your tongue. Open up for me.”
The pierced tip of my cock rests on her tongue as she does what she’s told–showing me her cum covered tongue before she slides down again. This time making it just past the fourth barbell, and swallows around the tip.
My hips begin to thrust, lifting off the mattress, burying myself inside of her mouth to the hilt. She coughs around me, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“That’s it. Relax for me, doll,” I stutter. She does, and I continue fucking her mouth until my hips still and cum slides down her throat. She sucks and moans as I pulse inside of her mouth, letting my still hard dick free with apopwhen my release leaks from the corners of her mouth. She swallows, then kisses her way back up my body until she reaches my face.
My lips crush hers before opening and tasting both of us on her tongue. She meets me with the same kind of ferocious need I feel, our tongues battling for dominance. Without breaking the kiss, she straddles my hips, lining herself up with my cock, and slowly slides down. I give her a moment to adjust to the new position. Her head falls back, letting out another soft moan when I’m buried deep inside of her. I groan as she places her hands behind her on my knees and starts to move.
I watch my cock slide in and out of her soaked pussy, the metal of my piercings glistening in the dim lighting of the room. Picking up her pace, she rides me with a steady pace that’s faster than before, but not too fast. The sounds of skin slapping skin mixes with our ragged breaths. I watch her from below through hooded eyes, in awe of the woman who once hated me, now coming undone for me, never quite having enough.
She is everything I’ve ever wanted.
I let her take control for a while, letting her have this moment. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
“Karson, I’m going–” she starts, and I slam up into her. “Oh fuuuccckkk.” She throws her head back, biting the corner of her bottom lip and her hips stutter.
I watch where our bodies are tangled together as her cum coats my dick, mixed with mine from earlier. I don’t let up. Fucking into her harder and faster, she releases my knees, falls forward onto my sweaty chest, and bites my collar bone.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I flip us again so she’s under me once more, and continue. I don’t stop until her cries become incoherent and her eyes struggle to open.
Cumming inside of her one final time, I gently pull out and lay on the bed next to her, pulling her to my chest. She’s already asleep by the time I get comfortable, and I smile. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone and open up my playlist to turn on the music for her.
My lullaby.
Locking the screen, I go to place it on the mattress next to me when it vibrates with a text.
Slater
We found it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
It tookeverything in me to leave her in bed, but this couldn't wait. Twenty minutes after she fell asleep, I carefully slipped out of bed and met Slater in the booth. Now we’re here.
My jaw ticks.
The van had disappeared clean off city cameras. No traffic hits. No plate reads. No trace. It hasn’t been spotted anywhere since the day we saw it in the commuter lot. Now, it’s sitting in adifferentcommuter lot about a mile away from Perdition.
It feels too easy.
We all stare at it, expecting it to disappear again if we blink. Cole circles it once slowly, his hands tucked into his jacket. Maverick and Nick talk somewhere to the left of me. Elias stands by the driver's side peering into the window.
“Too clean,” Cole mutters.
He’s right. Still no tags, no VIN. No dust clinging to the paint.
“No prints,” Elias adds, now looking at places where handprint smudges are typically left.
Maverick steps to the passenger side of the vehicle, and tries the handle with a gloved hand. To our surprise, the lock releases and the door pops open. None of us say anything, our eyes bouncing back and forth between each other in shock. He doesn’t open it right away. His hand rests on the edge of the handle, jaw tight as he looks at me.
“Feels like bait.”
