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With only her shoulders and head on the bed, he drove down into her body and she took every stroke in anticipation of the next one.
She hadn’t had his cock inside her in almost a month - since before Bennett died. She’d sucked him twice to relieve his tension and he’d gotten her off countless times but their moments together were rushed and they were always aware that interruptions were possible on the estate.
“Fuck me unconscious, James.” She pinched her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. “Don’t leave anything unfucked.” She watched him smile and her pussy flexed around him.
“You want your pouty lips wrapped around my dick?”
“Mm...and my fingers buried in your ass, James.” She blew him a kiss. “I’ll play with your little clit as nicely as you play with mine. Promise.”
She watched a full body chill work its way over him. He propped her heel on his shoulder and stroked his hand down to grip her ass, separating her cheeks.
“You sure you wantmycock in this tiny hole?”
“And a fake one in my pussy. Yes, James.”
“Filled front and back...a little more pain than usual, Nina.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You want it fucked...I’m going to fuck it, sweetheart.”
She settled her fingers over her clit and snapped her teeth at him. “My animal wants yours.”
His eyes glazed for a moment and then James hammered her pussy until she came with her eyes rolled back in her head, his name a chant on her lips.
It wasn’t apurringkind of night.
Nina needed teeth and claws and violence.
James never disappointed.
* * *
It wasn’t long before Nina found herself going a little crazy.
When a man like Bennett Jefferson died, there was a lot to be done to settle his affairs. He’d gone out of his way to make it easy for Rowan but there wereendlessmeetings andmountainsof paperwork.
Where his charge went, James guarded. Days went by without seeing him and then Nina received a heavy dose of his attention.
It made it harder to wait for the next time.
Nina didn’t need money but work had filled a lot of her time over the years. Her skills were limited to singing, dancing, and being pretty.
On a whim, she drove to the closest police station. In skintight workout gear, she walked up to the officer on duty and smiled.
“Can you point me in the direction of really good self-defense training? I don’t want that stuff most girls do. I’m willing to pay for classes. Any suggestions?”
The man’s eyes scanned down her body and back to her face. “You running from somebody, honey?”
“No. I want real, not surface. You know where I can get training like that?”
His smile was slow. “You sure about this?”
“I am.”
“Alright. It’s not like aerobics and shit.”
She released a huff of laughter. “I’m aware.”
