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“Smart girl.” I slid my hand between her thighs, tracing her slit. Her panties were utterly soaked, clinging to the stiff peak of her clit. “Kidnap, torture…it wasn’t going to be anything like this.”
Leigh bit her lower lip, trying to angle her hips against my hand for more friction. I pulled away. She huffed in frustration.
“So you thought a little cock would shut me up instead, is that right?” she challenged.
I unbuckled my belt with a metallic clank, unzipping my fly. Gripping her thong, it didn’t take much to tear the lace in two and strip it off, tossing it aside.
I fisted my cock, coaxing it between the warmth of her thighs. Her breath hitched when the blunt head snagged on her sensitive clit, teased at her slick entrance but didn’t go in.
“Does it feel little to you, sweetheart?”
Before Leigh could reply, I nuzzled into the crook of her neck and shoulder, sinking my teeth into her flesh. She swore like a sailor and her knees turned watery, threatening to buckle.
“I know for a fact it won’t shut you up,” I said. “But it might fix that attitude problem of yours. The only way you can get the high you crave is to behave yourself.”
Leigh took a breath to protest but I didn’t give her a chance to say a single word. In one smooth thrust, I buried my cock inside her.
God, she was searing hot and smooth as silk, walls spasming like she was about to come from one stroke.
But she was too stubborn to give in that easily.
“It’s about fucking time,” Leigh rasped. “I thought you would never stop talking and get down to business. Please tell me you actually know how to use those eight inches. Otherwise, that would be a waste of perfectly good cock if all you’re going to do is stick it in and blow your load after five seconds like a teenager.”
I huffed with amusement as I pulled out, anchored my hands at her hips, and drove in again—harder, deeper, at an angle that made Leigh sag with molten pleasure.
She scrabbled at the walls, nails fruitlessly searching for something to hold onto. I pinned her in place with my weight, hammering at her pussy with every thrust. My balls slapped against her clit, drawing a deliciously wrecked sound from her throat.
I looked down, watching my cock plunge in and out, coated with her cream. Her ass was fucking perfect, especially with my handprint so stark red against her smooth, pale skin.
Leigh attempted to gouge her red nails into the meat of my thigh. But I caught her wrist in an iron grip and twisted her arm behind her back.
“Keep those claws to yourself, kitten,” I murmured against her ear. “Your Forsaken boys already drew blood from me once today. That’s more than enough.”
Before she could reply, I punched my cock deep, grinding and grinding. Leigh shattered, juices dripping down her thighs. The hot grip of her pussy sent me into a primal mode, chasing my orgasm over the edge after her.
This wasn’t sex for love—it was a power play for dominance and control, fueled by a heady rush of adrenaline.
I closed my eyes, surrounded by Leigh—her scent, the slick heat of her pussy, the soft curve of her ass fitted snugly against my groin. My lips were a breath away from touching the juncture of her neck.
This woman was fire. And if I wasn’t careful, she would burn me alive.
Chapter six
Leigh
Sometime around ten o’clock in the morning, the rumble of a motorcycle engine dragged me through the haze of sleep and into consciousness. I cracked one eye open, staring at the ceiling of Blackbeard’s master bedroom.
Of course I wormed my way into his bed last night. And I slept naked under his silky sheets, black as midnight. Especially after that encounter in his entry way a few hours ago.
My ass was still stinging from Blackbeard’s palm, and my muscles felt pleasantly sore, well-used. He really did know what he was doing with that girthy cock…
I'd tried to coax Blackbeard into joining me, since his bed had plenty of space to share. But he refused and took up residence on the couch instead.
The motorcycle engine faded into the distance. Blackbeard’s house became dead silent. Somehow, I knew in my gut that I was alone. He’d slipped out before I was awake, so he could dodge interacting with me.
Pushing the sheets aside, I strode from the room, not bothering to cover up. If I was wrong and Blackbeard was in the house after all, then it was perfectly normal for a husband to see his wife without any clothes on.
And if I was lucky, it might lead to another round of sex. Maybe on the couch. Or in the shower.
