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I slam my lips to hers, cutting off any more words, and circle my thumb faster over her swollen bud as she starts to vibrate with pleasure.
Her cries are loud and as her muscles start contracting with her climax, I keep up the pace, mashing my fingers inside her, drawing out the climax until she squirts.
It’s a satisfying fucking feeling to make a chick visibly come. Not every chick does it, but that’s because her partner has no fucking idea how to get her there.
I’ve gotten a handful of chicks over the line in the past, but none I wanted to stand before and bathe in her juices.
Fuck, I want Zoe to shower me in her fluid, I realize, and maybe one day, I’ll ask her.
But not today.
Slowly, I ease my fingers from her heat, watching her dark lashes flutter as she wakes from her high and reality slams back in. I know she’s going to ask more questions. Want more answers, so I shut any chance of that down by being a prick.
“Donotfucking forget who you belong to, Princess. Not for a fucking second.”
With that, I lick my fingers clean before swinging the door open wide to see a number of eyes looking on, the Cruz Cunts having got a good audio show of Zoe coming apart in my arms.
I turn back to Zoe, taking in her messy blonde hair, her flushed cheeks, and the large wet patch on the front of her shorts before a shit eating grin spreads my lips wide.
“You should probably clean yourself up.”
It takes Zoe a second before understanding dawns, her eyes going wide as they drop to her crotch.
“You son of a bitch!” she screams as I turn and walk away, leaving her to deal with the clean up as I rejoin church.
Grayson
BythetimeIrejoin church, they have all fallen silent as Rocco’s phone rings, and he accepts the call on speaker.
“Speak,” he demands, and I frown, wondering who the fuck he’s speaking to like that.
“Ahhh, the one and only Rochus King. It’s been a while.”
“What do you want, Rusty?” Rocco snaps, and my brows shoot up as I retake my seat, recognizing the name.
Rusty Hunt. The President of the Cali Reapers.
“What? No casual chit chat before we get down to business?” Rusty chuckles and Rocco’s nostrils flare.
“I can casually tell you to fuck off. Will that do?” Rocco growls and again, Rusty chuckles.
“You really should work on your people skills. It might help you get what you want.”
Rocco’s gaze meets mine as he frowns. “And what the fuck do I want?”
“Straight to business.” Rusty sighs through the speaker. “Fine. You want to keep getting your runs to San Francisco?”
“What’s it to you?” Rocco snaps, and I already know where they are going with this.
“Well, my friend. I can make your life really fucking painful and start blocking your access up the coast.”
Rocco chuckles, although the look on his face is pure fucking worry. “You don’t own that territory.”
“Well, no. But then neither doyou. So who the fuck is going to stop me?”
Nostrils flaring, Rocco stands and braces the table, dropping his head as he fights to stay calm, and a quick glance around the table shows each of my brothers looking ready to kill. Just like me.
“What do you want?” Rocco hisses between clenched teeth, and there’s no way Rusty doesn’t hear the frustration in his tone.
