Page 3 of Vengeful Pawn

Clothes gone, he kneels on the bed and settles his face between my thighs, not hesitating for a second before diving in, wrapping his lips around my clit, and sucking until he extracts an orgasm from my body. Crying out in pleasure, I sink my fingers into his dark hair and pull until he gives me some relief.

“Delicious…little…cherry…pie.” He kisses between words.

Whimpering as he grips the backs of my thighs and pushes them up to my chest, exposing every vulnerable part of me, I close my eyes and wait for what comes next. When I feel the flick of his tongue against my tight rosebud, I’m grateful I went for a Brazilian waxing yesterday. The type of pleasure his tongue provides is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s dark and erotic. Forbidden and filled with this craving for something more.

“Oh god,” I gasp wildly when he applies more pressure. “Hendrix?”

“Sshhh, princess, I’ll take care of you.” And somehow his dirty promise just adds to the appeal of exploring this darker side of sex. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never had this type of experience before.

“More,” I plead.

His eyes shine in the moonlight with vows of wicked delight, and as much as I want to ask, I keep quiet and moan from mybelly when his tongue pushes against me. He grunts and growls as he slips two fingers inside my pussy, pumping mercilessly while massaging all the sensitive spots inside my channel.

“Need to get this greedy pussy ready for my big dick.” He spits on my back hole before dragging his tongue up and down until my body becomes overstimulated and arches for more.

“It’s too much.” Tingles overwhelm me from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. My nipples ache, and my pussy throbs around his fingers while blood pumps furiously through my veins.

After kissing my pussy a few times, he begins working his way up my body, keeping my legs firmly pressed to my chest as he settles between them. His hot cock nudges tightly to me as he sucks on one nipple then the other before licking up to my throat and nibbling on my ear.

“You on the pill?” Being so drunk on lust, I barely comprehend his question. I nod and moan a second before he slams inside me. “Fucking tight,” he grunts through clenched teeth.

“Too big,” I hiss, gripping the sheets in greedy fists. “Too much.” My whiny tone makes him chuckle.

“No, just fucking perfect, princess.”

Our mouths meet as he begins to fuck me, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. Once my body relaxes marginally, he starts throwing power into each thrust that makes me see stars and feel nothing but delight.

Eventually, one orgasm rolls into two, and so on to the point that his skin touching me is painful, and yet, he doesn’t stop. Not until he’s completely satisfied, and I’m so worn out, I crash before he pulls free of my body.

CHAPTER 3

Hendrix

Staring down at the woman I spent all night fucking, I feel a twist of regret in my gut as my written note drops on the pillow next to her head. The simple ‘thank you’ is pathetic and far less than she deserves. She doesn’t need a broken asshole hanging around, either, so it’s for the best.

Grabbing my boots on the way out the door, I quietly lock it before putting them on and heading for my truck, which one of the bikers brought over after I was dropped off and left the keys with the doorman. In the lobby, I exchange the condo keys for them and begin the drive back home to my own shitty apartment in Pensacola.

I’ll make my way to Lilith sometime today, but right now, it’ll have to be a cold shower and about ten hours of sleep to make up for the little I got with…fuck. What is her name? I gave her mine, but getting between her thighs was the primary goal.

I’m an asshole of the worst kind it seems. More reason to steer clear of the woman.

Stopping first for the largest black coffee around, I make it home and trudge up to the bathroom, chugging the hot brewlike my life depends on it. After an ice-cold dowsing, I crash in bed for a few hours, my sleep assaulted by dreams of the woman from the night before.

Upon waking, I gaze at the ceiling as my phone rings on the bedside table, the sun shines through curtains I left open, and I acknowledge my fucked-up behavior. I should have known better than to take her to bed. I should have fucking walked into the condo, shut the door, and slept my drunk ass off. I should never have touched her because now I want more. So much more. More than I deserve.

“Fuck!”

Grunting while tossing off the covers, I grab my phone, which hasn’t stopped ringing for close to ten minutes. “What?” I snap through the line without looking at who it was.

“Well, hello to you, too, sweetheart.” My mother. Talia’s voice is sugary-sweet like always, and the guilt is instantaneous.

“Sorry, Mom. I was just waking up.” That should tug on her sympathy.

“On the wrong side of it, obviously.”With some snark.“Is everything alright, Hendrix?” I detest the worry in her tone for me. It’s been there far too long.

Pounding my thigh with a fist, I exhale slowly. “Yeah, just a rough night of tossing and turning.” Not mentioning that it’s because of a woman. She’d get her hopes up, and I won’t allow that to happen to me.

“Oh, well, maybe it’s time to think of some sleep aids to help?” She’s been suggesting them since I retired from the service.

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