Page 32 of Hades

Now however. Her hands clawed into his shirt, her hips bucking up for the thrust. “Take this off …please? I want to see you.”

The car was dusky dark, save for a slither of the moon shining in, he shrugged out of his cut and then reached behind him and yanked off the muscle shirt over his head.

Dana inhaled and ran fingertips over his tattooed chest. He knew what she saw. Muscle and ink for days.

Her appraisal did something to his brain, short fucking wired him somewhere because when his next ram came it was deeper than ever and he felt her shatter around him, crying out to echo her pleasure, he joined her seconds later, filling her with come and viciousness pressing his cock as deep as she could take, glorying in both her moans and winces.

“God.” She panted, arms coiling like vines around his neck, he broke away before she started nuzzling him.

He could have told her God wasn’t here. God was nowhere around him.

Hades thought of those long-ago bible lessons with his father. The constant lessons that almost every time ended with a beating across his knuckles with a silver belt buckle if he forgot a passage he was being quizzed on. But right there in the car smelling of sex with a woman’s legs spread to display her soaked pussy as he lit up a smoke it was Exodus filtered suddenly into his mind;And He said, "My presence shall go with you, and I will give you rest."

What a joke, he sneered, the good sex vibes waning as he inhaled nicotine right down into his lungs. He hated he remembered that useless crap, that he couldn’t eradicate it as easily as he had his own father, just cut it up into little pieces and scatter it into the wind letting the ash burn into Hell.

And now instead of feeling up a hot woman who was begging for his cock a moment ago he has his father in his head. When the past comes calling it brings all the goddamn baggage with it.

“Can you open the window, please.” Dana wiggled out from under him and curled her prone body into the corner of the back seat. Hades turned watchful eyes on her, silently used the electronic button on the door to wind down the window, he blew the smoke out then looked back at her.

A satisfied woman now scared of him?

“What the fuck was this all about, Dana?”

“I told you.”

It’s a lame response. And one he expected.

Oh, yeah. That running fucking monologue he hadn’t taken a lick of notice of. Another draw of the cigarette, he blew the smoke and allowed the silence to build, almost feeling the tension rolling out of her. It was somewhat calming to his system.

Whatever her reasons, he was going to fuck her again as sure as he was the cancer stick in his mouth was no good for him.

“You did, and I didn’t believe a word of it.”

What was it with this chick? Sure, it was a reminiscent hook up he was happy to partake in, but the timing of it felt off somehow.

“You just felt like falling on my dick for old times’ sake. Got it.” He winked and ditched the smoke out of the window, rolled it back up and dragged her across the seat to land in his lap.

He didn’t care enough to pursue a real answer.

The startled gasp running out of her soft lips renewed his arousal and he went with the stimulation by licking a path down the side of her neck listening to her needy whimper. She enjoyed touching his chest, her fingers stroking from belly to neck and while foreplay wasn’t much of anything to him, he went with her touching because he was busy with a head of deviancy. By his reckoning he had an hour inside her Hummer with Dana before she achieved what she’d tracked him down for. He neither wanted to waste time with talking or on menial things like foreplay.

He pinched her nipple to see how she’d react. He did it harder and it elicited such a wet sound from her mouth his cock was spike hard in seconds against the firm muscle of his belly.

Grabbing her into his lap, he rested his spine against the rich cushioned seat, almost scornful at the expense he was surrounded with but then thought better of it, he was no longer below anyone. Flipping her little skirt, he roughly split her legs without ceremony, toned as always, sleek skin he rolled his callused hands over until he could latch onto the meat at the top of her thighs, maneuvering her into place right over the swollen, weeping blunt head of his hungry dick.

Her eyes remained wide open the whole time, he felt the thrum of her heartbeat under his palm showing her excitement, her mouth barely touched his, tentatively testing. Again, it was something he allowed, curious to see where this sudden shift of boldness from her would go. Pounding a cock was about a release, he'd given her that. Kissing was something else altogether, a level of intimacy not needed for a climax. A kiss was for its sole pleasure and when her mouth pressed deeper, seeking him to open he grunted low in his throat at the surprising pleasure he felt. Dana's lips, as they moved against his were soft and purposefully demonstrative.

Too soft for his liking.

Growling, he took over her mouth more fluidly with rough strokes of his tongue. Hades chest expanded, because dammit, he enjoyed her mouth more than he should have. His kisses were hot and feral and a touch possessive for a toy he’d given up years ago.

He hadn’t known until he’d seen her how he’d wanted to fuck tonight. How the undertaking of murder had somehow become foreplay to him, the sheer violence of the act, snuffing out someone’s life was fire inside his blood stream and now he was internally raging to pour that power inside someone else.

Maybe it was divine intervention she’d landed on his turf for her pre-wedding booty call, it sure as fuck wasn’t fate. Either way she was about to get another pounding until his fire was extinguished.

With his dick in hand, stroking himself from tip to base, he notched to her opening. Dana faltered against his chest and Hades smirked at her hesitancy to take him in again. Was the sweet love sore? Good. He hoped he’d torn her up inside, let Zach the baseball player know Hades had been there in the roughest possible way.

Teeth, sharp as a shark’s, nipped her collarbone, bringing her head up with a gasp. She liked it. Dirty girl. “What you waiting for, sweet love? Sit down on the cock you came looking for, it’s not gonna fuck itself.”

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