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“I hear you’re running for senate. Bored with subjugating the local poor, are we?” Smug disdain drips from Marcus’s every word. This is not the first time the taint of my family’s legacy has reared its head.
“Bored no, but seeking do better than those who came before me.” I shrug. “Not that you’d understand, of course. Sommerland Banking, is it? How many homeowners did y’all make whole after the crash?”
“Hey.”
I turn right in time to catch the keys Ulysses tosses my way. Face hard, he jerks his head, turning, dragging Kandie with him through the crowd and out the door.
“Now I’m going to have to walk—unless you want to give me a ride, Neb?” Joi complains and cajoles.
“Sure, but don’t call me that,” he says dryly.
“Dance with me,” I say to Nikki, taking her hand, pulling her to the floor as soon as the strands of a slow song start, not about to give Sommerland or her cousin a chance to offer her a ride.
I let the music envelop us, pulling her body flush with mine. The song is old, sexy; it wraps us in a lush mix of eroticism and heat. We are lost among the couples. The floor rapidly filled up. The singer croons about making a love scene, making my mind spiral back to earlier when I had Nikki’s hot little body pressed up against my F-150, her hot little pussy wet for me, her tongue tangling with mine.
She swerves her hips. Hearing the whimper she tries to bite back, I become a man possessed.
“Come on.” I groan in her ear. Before I can even register what’s happening, I’m dragging her out the way I came.
We take two steps, and some rough asshole reaches out and slaps her ass.
“Hey.” She shoves him hard, making him pinwheel his arms, while simultaneously holding me back. “Tim-Bob Mitchell, keep your fucking hands off me, boy.”
“Nah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. But I can wait.” He backs up, catching the promise of pain in my face, but still having the nerve to blow her a kiss.
“Come on, don’t worry about him.” She tucks into my side, trying to distract me. Making a mental note of his features, I allow her to steer me away.
The funny thing about small clubs is the music can still be heard for at least a mile. As soon as I open the passenger door of Ulysses’s truck, I’m shoving her back and ripping those fucking shorts down her legs.
“Mathias,” she gasps.
“Let me.” I push her legs open. Her pussy is soaking wet. Her smooth mound glistens with her essence. Her lips are plump, with her fat little clit poking through. “Is this for me or for all those motherfuckers you were turning on when you were riding that fucking bull?” I cover her, sweeping my hand over her fat-ass pussy like I have a right to.
“I was thinking of you, Thi.” She moans.
Our gazes meet as I rub my hand over my face, bathing it in her wetness.
Her eyes widen, then smolder.
I lower my head, inhaling the sweet heady scent of her sex. Licking her mound, I lap at the smooth skin. Not enough. I suck her flesh into my mouth in long pulls.Mine, whispers deep in my head. More. I sup like she’s my last meal. I want to devour her. A hum of need becomes a roar of satisfaction when I pull her legs over my shoulders and start tongue fucking her. Her pussy is my peace. All I have ever endured ceases to matter. Nothing matters in this moment but Nikki.
Her sweet, delicious taste tempts me to lick her again and again. She arches beautifully to meet me each time my tongue dips inside. She rides my tongue like she did the bull, with an erotic grace that would make a man who didn’t know her doubt her innocence. But I know my girl hasn’t fucked anyone. I know it shouldn’t matter. I know I have no right, but every messed-up part of me loves the fact that I am the only one to make her break apart.
When I start sucking and tugging on her fat little clit, she fucks my face, grinding her lush, slick pussy against it, making me take all of her. “Thi.” Her strangled plea is met with a ferocity of tongue flicks and swirls until she’s gushing and coming all over my face.
I take my time, cleaning her with long strokes of my tongue. My mouth kicks up in satisfaction when she comes again. Moving back, I look at my handiwork. Her pretty little pussy is plumper, thoroughly plundered. I could come just looking at her.
After pulling my shirt over my head, I lay the material over her lap. Dazed, she sits up, her pupils blown.
I close the passenger side door and go around to the driver’s side. Then I get in the car, pulling her against my side so she’s sitting in the middle. Ulysses’s truck is a relic he inherited from his grandad on his mother’s side, so there is no middle console preventing a middle passenger in the front. As we leave the Shack’s parking lot, I’m glad for the truck because I don’t want Nikki anywhere but right next to me.
“We’re here.”After stating the obvious, I turn the car off at the bottom of Valentine’s drive. I look down at the crown of curls tucked into my side because I forced Nikki to stay there. She’s been quiet the whole time. Looking around, I see there are no lights on, not even at the vet clinic. Ulysses’s truck is recognized easily enough, but I doubt any lookie-loos will know it’s me—they’ll even doubt their eyes seeing me this far into the Love side of town, not to mention on the very land at the heart of the feud. Still. I know I made a huge fucking mistake in that parking lot. Anyone could have seen us. My head was between her legs, bringing her to pleasure not once but twice. I was more than fucking reckless. My dick has never led me, but here I am having nearly fucked this girl twice in one day. Nearly thirty years of discipline gone because of this curvy little minx of a girl.
“Alright.” She eases away from me like she’s trying to ward off a bear or some rabid animal. Her movements are slow and methodical as to not incite the beast. She pulls on the shorts under my shirt, which she keeps over her waist.
“Are you mad at me?” I snap.
Her hands still, and she finally looks up at me. Her eyes are back to their regular hue and size. She’s fully come down from the bliss I gave her.
