Page 60 of Black Sheep

“You like that, baby? Like seeing your tight little pussy devouring my cock? You like seeing me sweat just to get half of my cock inside you?”

Although the sex was phenomenal, filthy talk never featured in our adolescent coupling, except for that one night in the gazebo, the night I received a taste of the real Axel and chose to ignore it. Hearing the vulgar words fall from his lips, I’m ashamed by the extra kick of electricity they deliver to my body.

I catch my lip between my teeth before I blurt out the yes scrambling up my throat.

“Not gonna answer, huh?” he asks after a dozen lethal pumps hurl me to the edge. “Watch me, then. Watch me make it so you can’t fucking walk tomorrow without feeling me inside you.”

He drags me lower, urgent hands yanking my hips to meet his rough penetration.

“Axel!” My flailing hands find his shoulders. My nails dig in, desperate for something to hang on to as my world begins to disintegrate around me. “Oh God…I’m…I’m coming!”

“Yes.” The single word is yelled through clenched teeth, his piston-fast orchestration of our lower bodies hurtling us at lightning speed toward combustion. Ecstasy bursts out of me in a million sparks of energy, dragging an endless scream from my soul.

Seconds later, he slams into me, a furious groan tearing the lid off his control. Blistering heat sears my insides as he shoots his semen inside of me. Powerful. Endless. His whole body trembles with his release.

I’m weak as a newborn kitten. But evidently, he possesses excess energy because he tugs my legs around his waist, plucks me off the hood, reverses our position and enfolds me in his arms while keeping his cock fully embedded inside me.

He leans back against the car, his head buried in my neck. I rest my spent body against his chest.

Above our heads, the sky begins to lighten. Birds tweet, underbrush creatures scurry, ushering in a new day.

An age passes without words spoken before he straightens, carrying me with him to where I discarded his T-shirt.

He hands it to me, nodding at me to put it on. I pull the material still holding his scent over my head while his hands hold me tight against him and I continue to throb around him. Still in silence, he walks us to the passenger side.

He hesitates beside the door, his eyes piercing mine. It’s as if he doesn’t want to disengage. When he eventually does, we both smother groans.

He places me in my seat without my feet touching the ground. He crouches next to me, and the effort it takes not to stare at or hungrily inhale his sweat-damp body makes my eyes water. He pulls my seatbelt across my uselessly weak body then tucks a swathe of hair behind my ear before he kisses my temple. “Look at me, baby.”

I don’t want to. I just want to close my eyes and will myself back to a time before the McCarthys imagined that getting involved with the Rutherfords was a good idea. Before my father and my mother’s thirst for more uprooted us from mundane hell to the devil’s playpen.

But his low voice, his body, bleed immutable, savage authority. And for now, I’m his.

So I turn my head and look into haunting eyes.

“My name on your lips, my cum inside you, every single second of every single day. That’s the way it’s going to be for you from here on out.”

Chapter Sixteen

ANOTHER WOMAN’S SHOES

You can’t keep me forever, Axel.”

Lust cooled. Purpose restored. The flame of retribution rekindled in my heart. The shaky yet controlled words don’t elicit an immediate response. Nor does he bother to zip up the leather jacket he shrugs back into. He stands, tucks his semi-hard cock back into his boxers, and zips up with sickening composure.

Sliding behind the wheel, he revs the throaty, powerful engine, executes a perfect U-turn and accelerates back down the deserted road. His body now loose and relaxed, he rests a wrist on top of the wheel.

“Don’t delude yourself, baby. I don’t want forever. What I do want is answers. Answers you’ll give me before this thing is over.” His voice reeks of arrogant assurance.

“You sound very sure about that.”

He shrugs, a ghost of a smile whispering over his mouth. “I was sure you would let me fuck the hell out of you when I turned onto that road. And now there you sit, wearing a just-thoroughly-fucked glaze in your eyes and gorgeously flushed with my scent all over you.”

Heat spreads up my neck. “If answers are all you want, you should’ve just said so and spared us both a hell of a lot of time.”

“I think we just established that answers aren’t all I want.”

After the darkness of the park, the bright lights of the highway blind me for a second but my eyes adjust, and I stare at the profile of the man behind the wheel.

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