Page 201 of Chaos Kills

Especially when she’s so warm and accommodating.

How, when she chokes, it’s still around my cock and Bay holds on like the warrior she is in this game.

“So fuckin’ good,” I praise her as I tilt her head up a bit. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you, Little T. Only mine. No one else’s.”

She doesn’t acknowledge that, and I know why. I’m not the only player in the game, and her heart is still attached.

So, I rearrange my words because I’m fully aware that, in the grand scheme of things, she’s too unworldly to ever solely be mine.

“I didn’t hear an answer,” I press. “You might be Torin’s Wildfire and Reeve’s McQueen and future whatever the fuck, but your my little South Shore slut. You take my cock exactly how I want you to. And if you don’t like that, you can stay the hell away from me. I might look the other way when it comes to my brothers, but you won’t be to them what you are to me.”

She bobs her head to that, and I’m relieved to see we’re on the same page.

That we’re somewhere.

Releasing her hair, I stop moving and hold her stare. “Make me come. And swallow all of it.”

She immediately goes to work, not disappointing in her performance, but it’s hard to remain still. It’s torture to not just take it for myself, but I want to see how much she wants to be what I just said.

Fuck me, it doesn’t take long.

Not as long as I wanted it to.

She might not be taken care of in the cunt department, but I’m right with her with my cock. I haven’t fucked anyone inmonths, and that was arbitrary, at best. Nothing has compared to this.

Not even Vivian back in the day when I was head over heels and stupid as hell.

When Bay deepthroats me again, I lose it. For once, I relinquish all power and come deep and hard down her throat as she takes me like a fucking champ.

My legs shake, and I feel on the brink of collapse but hold as steady as I possibly can as I slowly come back down from my high.

When I’m fully done, I find the strength to reach down and heave Bay up to her feet, wrapping my arm around her waist and plowing my lips into hers.

She receives my kiss with fervor, opening my lips wider with her own and showing me how much she craves her own release.

But I’m not going to give it to her.

Not because I’m solely an asshole, but I need to come down and get my head on straight. Fucking Bay or doing anything with her right now, especially when I don’t know when Vivian is coming back, is a danger all on its own.

“You did good, Little Terror,” I mutter against her mouth. “Next time, I’m going to show you how much I appreciate it.”

“Why don’t you do that right now?” she whimpers, chasing my lips and laying down another kiss.

“Because I want you dripping the next time I see you.”

“I already am.”

I smile, but not because I’m happy with it but because I know what she’s doing. “Thanks for the blunt.”

I expect disappointment to illuminate her features, but I get nothing.

As much as I’m fucking with her and her future orgasm, Bay volleys with, “Where is it?”

I don’t remember dropping it, but it’s no longer in my damn hands. And I don’t miss that she’s not begging me to get between her thighs and suck her dry.

“Fuck if I know.” The floor obviously, but I’m keeping the shit. Fuck knows what kind of tantrum Vivian is going to have when she gets back. “Let me walk you to your car?—”

“I got it, Sinatra. No need to be a gentleman now after you just fucked my mouth like an animal.”

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