AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuckin’ A.”
I smack her again and reach forward to fist her hair. Yanking it back, my orgasm sprints closer when a soft, mewling whimper escapes her throat and telegraphs that I’ve hurt her.
But I’ll be fucked if she doesn’t like it.
“You’re never gonna give it up to anyone else. Because you’re mine,” I growl. “You were always mine.”
“Axel—”
“You’re my prize.” I slam deep inside and tug her head back until her spine arches impossibly deep. “I don’t deserve you. But I’m claiming you.”
She cries in pleasure and pain. “Axel—”
“Come on my cock.” I wind my arm around her torso and set my hand on the center of her chest. With my other hand, I pull her tall so her pussy tightens, and I use her ponytail to turn her head so I can latch my lips onto hers.
The angle is awkward, and I know I contort her body in ways that bring her pain, but my hips won’t stop. My tongue wants more.
“Come for me, Sully. So we both know you get to feel that pleasure this time.”
“I’m gonna come.” Tears wet her cheek, so the moisture transfers to mine, and her nails dig into my hip, like she needs something to hold on to. The walls of her pussy grab me like a vise, but when I draw my cock back and slam it deep inside her once more, she explodes. Screams straight into my lungs. Detonates, and crushes my cock until my hips are brought to a standstill.
Her chest spasms and her lips break away from mine. But while she cries and cums, my release sprints over the line and fills her up.
For the rest of tonight, she’ll have me inside her.
While she’s working this party with no panties on, it’ll be my sperm sliding along her thigh, the reason she’ll be forced to duck away and mop up the mess.
I smack her again, so she’ll feel me tomorrow when she sits, and when her body stills and my orgasm wrings me dry, we’re left with just the sounds of our breathing. I still grip her hair in one hand, and her heart hammers against the other.
Music comes from the party, loud enough to ensure we remain undetected in here. The chatter in the hall, a constant buzz, assuring us no one is pressed to the door and listening.
“Axel…” Hannah’s breath races. Her chest lifting and falling as she searches for more air in the tiny closet. “Shit.”
“Made you scream.” I pull her up tall and plaster my chest to her back, if only so her new stance squeezes my cock and reminds her we’re connected. “Made you say my name.”
“I can’t believe we fucked in a closet.” She gulps for fresh air and rests her head back on my shoulder. “This was not what I had in mind when I was dressing for tonight.”
“See…” My lips curl into a grin as I press a kiss to the side of her neck. “I’m not sure that’s entirely true. Backless dress. Slut shoes. And no panties.” I bite her flesh and chuckle. “I’d say you dressed specifically for me.”
“No, I—”
I slide my hand around her hip and touch her soaked clit. “No hair. Fresh wax.” I wedge a finger inside when there already isn’t enough room, forcing a deep groan along her throat. “No bra. And you wore my favorite perfume. Everything.” I press a kiss to the back of her neck. “You.” Another. “Do.” Another. “Is for me.”
“Presumptuous of you.” She drops her hand and pushes mine from her pussy, then taking a deep breath, she nudges me back, since she has no room to go forward.
She must’ve memorized my outfit before we stepped in here, because turning, she slaps a hand to my chest and steals the pocket square a gentleman is supposed to carry for a lady in need.
While she shoves the fabric between her legs and cleans up, I fix my pants, tuck in my shirt, and find my phone, vibrating in my pocket.
I take the device out, but instead of focusing on Ruiz’s number calling, I hit the flashlight, and grin when Hannah’s frown turns severe and her eyes squint to block out the light.
“Your hair’s a fucking disgrace.” I set my phone on a shelf, illuminating the space more evenly, and stand back to watch her fuss with her outfit. Watch her clean up between her legs while growling at the liquid that won’t stop leaking.
Snickering, I make a conscious effort to straighten my shirt and fasten every button. I fix my coat with practiced moves and run a hand through my hair.
And still, I watch Hannah, half-naked and snarling.
“You’re gonna feel me dribbling along your thighs all night, Sully.” I smirk when her feral eyes snap up and stop on mine. “How do you feel about that?”
