Page 33 of Law Maker

Oh yeah, he was so fucking sure about that.

The meat was drunk and lapping him up. Almost vibrating out of his too tight skin he’d been hiding inside.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He rumbled and his head fell forward, his eyes lifted.

Lawless’ Johnson hurt again. Thick now behind his fly.

What was he gonna do? He was no saint, he liked the flavor in the air of a sad piece of meat on the burgeoning of a new discovery.

Or maybe he was fucking horny too.

“I want you to do that for me,” Snake announced.

Shocking the fuck out of Lawless.

“Fuck,” he laughed.

The guy seemed tortured speaking it aloud and he rounded the shaved part of his head with his two hands and cursed.

“I don’t have my cattle prod on me.”

Snake snickered and the air became thick again.

Noticeable was the pipe in his jeans.

Turned on meat.

Would he fuck Snake? Sure.

The appeal was there.

The attraction was there.

“Don’t mean that.”

“Not a pain slut then?” He poked his tongue into his cheek and approached unhurried. Watched how Snake stiffened, but it didn’t stop Lawless. If he wanted a fuck, then he was gonna get so much closer.

He backed the guy up, crowding him uncomfortably close. Snake was still breathing hard.

“How many did you get tonight?”

Those eyes in front of him flared. “Fuck.”

“How many?” Lawless pressed with both words and body.

“Three.”

“Say it all.”

“Three. I killed three people.”

“No. You killed three rapists, child molesters, murderers.”

The chest banging up against Law’s was beating briskly with each breath, not getting the air he needed.

“I can’t un-see it, man. It’s there. It’s in my fucking eyes. I killed three people.”

A tick worked Lawless’ jaw.

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