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“Cartier, I don’t have all day.”
“Four…” I lie, because part of me knows that if I tell him the truth he won’t believe me anyway, and… I have too much pride. I don’t want him to know that he has slept with more people than me, even though I already know that he has. He’s a Brother of Kiznitch. It doesn’t matter if he’s the not so slutty one of the group. Keaton has his needs, and his needs need to be met…
His finger slides between my gap and I moan slightly when he circles inside of me. “Four? I’ll want names, but for now…” His finger’s gone and leather bites into my ass cheek as he slaps it with his belt. “For now, I need this.” His voice is low, as if he’s struggling to keep his composure.
I don’t yelp. My teeth sink into my bottom lip to stop from giving him any kind of satisfaction that this hurts—because I know he needs it. I see it every time I look into his eyes that he likes inflicting pain.
Slap! Another, and I wince this time, a metallic taste sliding over the tip of my tongue when I bite too hard.
The warmth of his palm is too hot against my stinging ass, but when his fingers stride to my center and he cups my pussy from behind, the echo of the stings surrounding my cheek hits me right in the clit, and my pussy throbs as I ride his hand slowly, needing a release. Needing to feel him inside of me, watching him come undone.
His hand has gone, but he buries it in my hair and hooks his finger into my mouth, pulling on the side of my cheek.
Slap! Tears prick the corner of my eyes as I squeeze them shut to contain the pain radiating throughout my body. His fingers spread around my chin, tilting my head backward as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“It stops at four, Cartier…” he whispers, slowly burying himself inside of me as one last slap pierces my ass and I cry out until his hand slams over my mouth. He thrusts into me so roughly my head flies into the wall. “Nod so I know you understand me…”
I know I should, but all I want to do is fuck him until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, and then when I close them, I want him to keep fucking me until I wake the next morning.
“Unless you want me to fuck you with my gun, I’d nod, baby girl…”
I nod, grinding against his groin to feel his fat girth splitting me open from the inside out.
“Good girl.” He pulls out, before gripping my hair in his fist and slamming his hips against my ass, throwing me farther up the counter with each thrust.
“Keaton, I—” I reach for him from behind, desperate to feel him in more than one way, when my nails catch his arm.
“Cartier!” I stop moving. Fuck. Kyrin is about to storm through that door if I don’t answer. “Where the fuck are you!” My eyes find the lock on the door and see the space where it should be if it’s locked.
“Keaton!” I whisper-yell over my shoulder, but he slows his thrusts, massaging the nape of my neck. It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with me, and if I wasn’t panicking right now, I’d probably melt. “You didn’t lock the door!”
The handle jiggles, turns, and—“Stop!” I scream, just as I tighten around Keaton’s cock. “I’m having a bath!”
The jiggling instantly stops. “Well, when you’re done, we need to talk.”
Keaton slams inside of me again, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as my pussy releases around him.
“Cartier?” Kyrin calls out again.
Keaton chuckles from behind me, tightening his grip and slamming inside of me in deep, hard thrusts. My clit rubs against the counter as his cock fills me to the brink. Wet moisture drips down my thighs as his balls slap against the curve of my ass.
“Yes!” I yell breathlessly, trying to hide my moan. “I’ll be down…”
I hear a door close in my room and Keaton finally pulls out of me, spins me around, and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us backward until my back smashes against the glass wall that separates the shower. His dick slips back inside of me as he runs his tongue over the curve of my lower lip. “Fuck, I miss this.”
I grind against him, the pressure building deep in my core as he slams me up against the wall while deepening the kiss. “Gonna fuck you every fucking day until we leave, and when I leave, Cartier?”
“Mmm…” I dig my nails into his traps, dragging them down until I’m at his arm again. Wetness touches my fingers and I bring it up to my face.
“When I leave, no one is gonna come near you with their dick because any time they try, they’ll feel mine still inside of you.” His tongue swirls with mine, and I tilt my head to the side to give him more access. Keaton kisses like he fucks. Like he owns it.
Blood catches my eye on his arm from my scratching and I bring it to my mouth and lick it off, just as he slams harder and pushes me over the edge. I scream into the side of his neck as he squeezes me tightly around my waist, breathing heavily into my hair. Our hearts beat against each other for a few seconds before he lowers me to the floor. Sweat slips between us, and when I reach for the faucet again to turn the shower on, he shakes his head, pointing to the tub.
“You’re gonna need a bath after that…”
“What?” I smirk at him over my shoulder, turning the shower off and making my way to the bath. “I thought you’d want people to smell me on you…”
I push in the plug and turn on the hot water.
