Page 137 of Disgrace

“You like that?” he asked. “The way I fill you up, babe?”

“So much, John.”

She rocked her hips, and fit her body even tighter against his. Every little flex of her inner muscles hugged him tight. He could feel her honey coating his shaft—he bet he could get her even wetter before they were done, though.

“You gonna ride me?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You gonna fuck me, my pretty girl?”

“All night, if you want me to.”

John grinned. “You better.”

Her pace was frantic when she started riding him—a fast, hard rhythm that drove him insane. She tossed her head back, and her hair fell in a wavy, wild curtain over her tits. His hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs tweaked at her hardened nipples.

“Come for me, Siena, and let me taste that cunt of yours.”

“Fuck.”

He loved that.

Loved how she swore when she fucked him, and how good she sounded doing it. Not to mention, the way she looked.

Good God.

Siena’s eyes flew wide, and found his. Her body tensed, and the broken cry that resounded matched the way her cunt squeezed him tight. He pulled her off his cock, and grabbed onto her ass to pull her higher.

Siena’s hands slammed into the floor right above John’s head as he yanked her down onto his mouth. He was right—she was fucking soaked.

Tart, hot, and slick.

Her arousal flooded his tongue as she finished her orgasm. He wanted to feel her coming again, though. Feel her shaking, and get her skin heating up under his touch all over again. His tongue struck out against her clit over and over.

Relentless. Fast. Unforgiving.

Siena trembled and shook as he ate her pussy until she came a second time.

“Again,” he heard her whisper above him.

John kissed the hood of her clit, and looked up to find her watching him. “Whatever you want, babe.”

• • •

John ticked his finger over his shoulder, and Pink followed behind at his boss’s unspoken request. The enforcer was good like that. All the while, John continued chatting on the phone with the fucker giving him the most trouble at the moment.

“You mean to tell me there’s nothing you can do at this point?” John asked.

“My hands are tied,” Arthur Lorde said. “Unless you come up with something tangible enough to put reasonable doubt on the table, Andino is stuck where he is.”

“The fact nothing ties him to the bomb—”

“It is now wide knowledge he is running the Marcello organization, Johnathan. He was there, in a business with men he was known to be having issues with, and they died. It is not a stretch for them to put two and two together to get four.”

“Except you’re talking a lot of circumstantial shit right now.”

“They’re putting things together.”