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He presses his crotch against the seam of my ass, letting me feel how his dick is hard as steel for me. The roughness of his pants against my skin and the hot brand of his cock behind the fabric makes my clit throb. He gropes my ass thoroughly and then pulls back, and I can hear him shoving his pants down to fetch out his cock.
“You gonna be a good girl and take my dick like you were begging for?”
The bare head of his dick works its way into me, and it feels amazing. My body is still a little sore from the other night, but it immediately stretches to accommodate him, the slick wetness of my arousal easing his way in.
“Please,” I groan, my fingernails digging into the leather of the couch. “Please, I need it. I need you.”
Ransom doesn’t make me wait. He bottoms out quickly, then sets a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into me like he can’t get enough of it. His hands go to my hips, holding on tightly, and I gasp his name when his piercing hits a spot inside me that makes pleasure shoot through my body like a bolt of lightning.
I try to spread my legs wider for him, but I’m brought up short by the pants and panties still around my ankles, trapping me. Something about being restrained like this turns me on even more, and I whimper, sliding one hand downward to play with my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” Ransom says. “Fuck, never enough. You’re so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”
His voice is strained as he fucks into me deeper, each thrust making his piercings rub against my inner walls.
It’s enough to drive me crazy, to have me spiraling, closer and closer to detonating for him… .
And then, out of nowhere, his phone rings.
Ransom curses under his breath, and he doesn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he buries himself deep inside me, gripping my hip tightly with one hand to hold me still as he reaches over to grab his cell from where he set it on the back of the couch.
“Hey,” he says into the phone, his fingers digging into my flesh as he picks up the call. “Hold on.”
I try to stifle my moans, to keep myself quiet so that whoever is on the other end of this call can’t hear me—but with his cock filling up every inch of me, that’s one of those ‘easier said than done’ kind of things.
Ransom puts the phone on the back of the couch again, and I can hear from the background noise that he put it on speaker.
“Okay, go ahead,” he says. Now that both of his hands are free again, he grabs my hips even tighter, fucking into me with a long, deep stroke.
I bite my lip, dragging in a breath through my nose as Malice’s voice emerges from the phone speaker.
“We got one possible lead,” he says. “No one else was lining up to help us though. Probably all afraid of that bitch and not wanting to get involved.”
“Or they just didn’t have anything to offer,” Vic adds. “Not everyone in the criminal world has the resources or guts to go up against someone like Olivia, and we don’t need any dead weight.”
“Point is, we’ve got something to follow up on,” Malice says.
“Better than nothing,” Ransom tells him. Then he thrusts into me so sharply that it makes my mouth fall open, allowing a whimper to escape.
“What was that?” Malice asks. “Was that Willow?”
Ransom laughs and does it again, snapping his hips forward and burying his cock all the way to the hilt. “Say hi, pretty girl.”
I moan, shaking against the arm of the couch. “Fuck. Hi, Malice. Hi, Vic.”
There’s no way they can’t tell what we’re doing right now, and even if they couldn’t hear the moaning or the sound of Ransom’s hips hitting my ass, the wrecked sound of my voice would do it.
“Motherfucker,” Malice curses. “We’re out here doing the work, and you’re at home getting off.”
“I’ve earned it,” Ransom counters, laughing breathlessly.
“The fuck you have.”
Ransom squeezes my hip, bending down lower over my body. That presses his cock even deeper into me, and I whimper again, writhing under him.
“They’re on their way home now,” he says to me. “Should we show them what they’re missing here?”
