Page 81 of Unruly

I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

I keep one hand in her hair, controlling the pace, while I watch her grind shamelessly against my boot.

“Fuck, Halle,” I groan. “You’re soaking my boot. You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me after everything that just happened?”

She nods as best she can with my cock in her mouth, moaning again.

I watch her for another minute, the way her hips roll desperately against the toe of my boot, the wet patch she’s leaving on the leather, the way her lips stretch around my cock. She’s completely lost in it now, eyes glassy but for a completely different reason.

I push deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn’t pull back, just takes it, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes while she keeps grinding on my boot like she can’t help herself.

Her thighs start to shake. She’s getting close.

I pull my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the head. She gasps for air, lips swollen and shiny.

“Come,” I order. “Come on my boot right now, Halle. I want to feel it.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. She grinds down hard, rubbing her clit against the leather, and lets out a broken, muffled cry as she comes. Her whole body shudders, hips jerking, thighs clamping around my boot while she soaks the leather. I keep my hand fisted in her hair, holding her steady as she rides it out.

The second her orgasm starts to fade, I shove my cock back between her lips.

“Open wider,” I growl. “I’m gonna come down your throat.”

She opens for me instantly, still trembling from her own orgasm. I fuck her mouth in quick, deep strokes, using her hair to guide her. The wet sounds of her sucking mixed with the way she’s still weakly grinding on my boot is filthy.

“Fuck—just like that.” I groan, hips snapping forward. “Take it. Swallow every drop like a good girl.”

My orgasm hits hard, and I bury myself deep in her throat as I come with a rough groan, pulsing thick and hot down her throat. She swallows around me, eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes every drop like she was made for it.

When I finally pull out, she’s breathing hard, lips shiny with spit and cum. A little dribbles from the corner of her mouth and I swipe it with my thumb, pushing it back between her lips.

“Swallow,” I murmur.

She does.

I stare down at her on her knees in front of me, cheeks flushed, eyes still a little dazed, my cum on her tongue and her pussy still throbbing against my boot.

Zach’s body is still on the floor ten feet away.

And I don’t give a single fuck.

I reach down and pull her up by her arms until she’s standing on shaky legs. Then I kiss her again, slower this time, but no less possessive. I can taste myself on her tongue. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers again, breathing hard.

“Are you with me?”

She nods as she wraps her arms around me in an embrace, her face smushed against my chest.

I glance over at Zach’s body, then back at her.

“Good. Now, let’s clean this mess up so I can fuck you properly—in a bed.”

CASH

“We have to call the cops,” Halle says, the sound muffled into my chest as her hands push us apart. She walks over to the bar and grabs her phone from where she’d left it next to the cash register. I’m there in an instant, snatching it out of her hands before she can get the screen lit.

“No.”

She looks at me like I’ve lost it. “Cash, we killed him. We can’t just⁠—”