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Wrapping my arm under her back, I hoist her to sit back. Heather’s face twists in pleasure, and I grip her fleshy hips to thrust up sharply. She grips her head and face in pure, erotic rapture as I continue to fuck her hard, my thumb rubbing her clit in every direction. Her beautiful, rosy tits bounced with each jarring thrust, her pussy squeezing my cock from tip to base.
“Fuck— fuck!” I pant harshly, soaking in the sight in front of me greedily. No matter what happens, I’ll never forget the way she looks now; her brown hair flying wild, round cheeks red, and eyes rolling.
Suddenly, her hands collide with my chest, and she shudders wildly, shoulders jerking, before my fucking her morphs into her fucking me. Sparkling, brown eyes meet mine, glistening with tearful, carnal delight that she can’t hold back.
“No,” whispering harshly, Heather rolls her hips sharply before pulling her knee up to brace her foot between my side and the cushion. I lift my arms, letting her do her thing. She’s so fierce, denying me, even climbing on top of me; God, if it was anyone else. “I won’t.”
“You will.” I challenge her, delighted at her defiance as I reach to squeeze and knead her breasts.
Pinching and pulling her hard pink nipples as she placed herself on top of me, I hold Heather’s gaze, but more importantly, she holds mine. Her nails dug into my chest, and she caresses down her front to reach around and I smack her ass.
“Oh!” Heather’s surprised squawk rattles my teeth as she stiffens, her pussy tightening around my cock again. Her cum dribbles down my balls and thighs, gluing them together, and I smirk at the sight of her flipping her hair back and sigh. She was a vision. It took me all I had not to cum just from looking at her.
I suddenly came to the realization, that where Heather is concerned, I was a weak man. She touched herself, flicking her clit as she rolled her hips ferociously. I was sure she could feel my balls draw up, the roiling pressure in my gut swimming down to my cock.
The throbbing was almost painful as Heather’s knees draw together on my chest. Taking on her total weight only increased the friction when she shivered and spasmed, and I push down on her hips as cum spurt up my shaft. The head of my cock ached fiercely as Heather dripped down my sack and onto the sofa.
“Oh— oh, God, oh God,” Panting harshly, Heather sniffles and shakes her head while I stare dazedly up at her. How can she talk? How can she see?What a marvelous woman. “Wow.”
“I’ll make an honest woman of you, Heather,” I rasp, and Heather’s chocolatey brown eyes meet mine to sparkle with warmth. Reaching to grab the back of her neck, I pull her down to trap her against the back of the sofa and myself. She’s warm, sticky, hot, and I bury my face in her hair to sigh in bliss. “I don’t care how long it takes.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Heather
“Thank you, Jack,” I say, leaning against the door frame as he turns to arch a brow at me. Throwing my thumb over my shoulder, I wrap my shawl around me tightly. Tonight's breeze is intense, and the lights above the street illuminate him solemnly from behind. “Um, for dinner. I didn’t know that place even delivered.”
“They do for me,” He winks, and my heart flutters. Today, I’d caught a glimpse ofsomething... something I was afraid to admit makes butterflies flutter in my entire body. “Oh, before I forget. I’m taking you on a date on Friday.”
“A date?” I ask, my voice a high-pitched squeak, and he chuckles with a nod. “Why?”
“Because I want to get to know you,” Jack replies simply, smiling at me. “When I first met you, it was obvious everything in my file might’ve been true, but it was also wrong. I want you to tell me about yourself. In your own words.”
“I— okay, I guess,” I stammer, unsure what I’m supposed to say. Jack’s smile widens, a pleased glint in his eyes. I glance back at the car idling in front of my house. “Thank you, also, for not arguing that I’m kicking you out.”
“You’ve looked distracted all evening. I assume you wanna call your friend and ask what the fuck she was thinking, calling your ex,” Jack smiles while I scowl at the reminder. “I'm also getting prepared for your next target. It’ll be fun. It'll be a good bonding experience for us, so I thought... tit for tat.”
“A ‘me’ date, and a ‘you’ date? Do I even wanna know?” I laugh wryly when Jack shrugs, sticking his hands into his slacks pockets. “Okay. I’ll see you on Friday, and thanks again for tonight. It was really nice.”
“Have a good day tomorrow at school,” he says in goodbye, walking down the short walkway, and steps to the car. I examine his shoulders and gait as he walks away. He’s so confident in everything. To some extent, he's considerate, and I know deep down that he's just using me—manipulating me—but I don't care. Before I enter my house, Jack climbs into his car and shuts the door, leaning against it to sigh.
Walking to the living room, I begin to gather up the beautiful meal Jack had gotten delivered. It’s one of the best steaks in the city, with a months-long waitlist to prove it. Yet, with one phone call, Jack had gotten them to deliver it to us. The hundred-dollar steaks, fifty-dollar salads, and even the soda was ten bucks a glass.
“The Irish Mafia knows how to charm people,” I mumble as I pick up a plate; this restaurant didn't even have takeout boxes. Everything arrived in real ceramic dishes. I hum to myself while balancing my plates. "I suppose I can't complain... until everything goes wrong. Look at the mayor. She had Jack's patronage, and when she strayed, he ordered her execution."
But I sigh, knowing it's more complicated than that. The FBI agent was a dead giveaway that Fran Shaw had done something irreversible. I take the dishes downstairs to the kitchen, empty them into the sink, and turn on the hot water. I can't bear the thought of the consequences right now. All I can do is enjoy Jack's attention while attempting to walk the line he's drawn.
“Ha,” I sigh heavily and head back upstairs for more dishes. Droplets of $400 wine cling to the depths of the glasses that I drain. Jack had even left the bottle for me. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was trying to schmooze me.”
My phone trills, still on the floor by the television stand, and I walk over to grab it with a light scoff. I clumsily answer the video call while scowling, and Carrie's bright, happy face drenches in relief on the screen. "You're okay! Heather! I've been trying to reach you since Saturday! What happened? Are you all right? Have you heard about what happened to Mayor Shaw? Were you there? Are you okay?”
"I wasn't there," I lie as I walk to the kitchen, balancing my armful of dishes and holding my phone up to my face. "However, I saw it on the news. Sorry for not returning your calls. A lot happened over the weekend.”
“Yeah?” She sits back on her sofa, and I prop my phone up against the toaster before I start rinsing off my dishes and putting the leftovers in Tupperware. “What happened?”
“Liam and I got into a huge fight, and he disappeared,” I say, and Carrie’s jaw drops. I chuckle lightly, shaking my head as I grab the sponge and liquid soap. “Yeah. Don’t know where he is. But I lost my phone at some point and only just found it when I came home from school today, and it was deader than dead.”
“What? He’s not there anymore? How?” Carrie asks excitedly, raising her arm and wriggling back and forth. “Good for you! Get rid of that leech all by yourself! I’m so proud of you!”
