Page 34 of Relentles
“Look at me,” she demanded.
The moment he met her gaze, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked. He shivered and glided his dick over the soft warmth of her tongue. Burying his hands in her wet hair, he touched the back of her throat, pulled back and surged forward again.
Longing darkened her blue eyes and the scent of her desire filled his head and made his balls throb. Knowing him so well, she fondled his nuts gently, her head bobbing up and down to the rhythm of his pumping hips.
“Fuck, Megan, I’m about to shoot my load,” he growled.
Cum exploded into her mouth, and she sucked him faster, harder, swallowing every drop, leaving his eyes crossed and his toes curled.
When he recovered, he dragged her to her feet, lifted her into his arms, and opened the shower door, barreling to the chaise lounge, there so he could watch her in her bath and then fuck her brains out.
Laying her down, he slid her to the edge, then spread her legs and knelt between them, determined to ignore the still healing incision.
He buried his nose against her pussy mound and sniffed, inhaling her sweet scent and kissing her slit.
“Christopher,” she breathed, tilting her hips up. “Lick my clit.”
Even though that was all the fuck hecoulddo for now, it was enough. He could live off her scent and taste for the rest of his fucking life.
He tongued her nub, swiping in fast, circular motions and reveling in her moans. As he lapped her juices, she ground against his lips. Since he didn’t dare risk her by inserting anything into her pussy, he wrapped one of his hands around his cock and jerked, moving to the speed of her rocking hips and timing his orgasm to hers.
As his world settled and his breathing returned to normal, he heardSmoothby Santana featuring Rob Thomas playing over the speakers.
Christopher kissed Megan’s blonde pussy mound, then sat back on his haunches, the sound of the shower amusing him. He’d forgotten to turn the motherfucker off.
Megan lifted on her elbows, her eyes soft and her mouth swollen. “Why’d you shoot Johnnie, Christopher?”
Well, fuck.
Chapter Four – Harley
Walking into her grandmother’s kitchen, Harley Banks screeched to a halt. She hadn’t expected to find CJ sitting at the breakfast bar next to Molly Harris.Next towas relative since their stools were so close, their thighs touched.AndCJ had an arm around Molly.AndMolly rested her head on his shoulder.
Harley folded her arms, her heart beating a painful rhythm. After weeks of his denial that he and Molly were more than friends, coming face-to-face with the evidence was a blow.
CJ’s green gaze met hers. Instead of showing any remorse, he lifted a brow, arrogant and beautiful and a liar.
Jealousy and bitterness swirled inside Harley. She opened her mouth, intending to throw in his face what she’d done with Nardo.
“Lolly’s in her room, Harley,” CJ said, a clear warning in his voice.
She stiffened. He wasn’t part of her family. He didn’t get to refer to her grandmother asLolly. It was Harley’s term of endearment that all the other kids had commandeered.
“Why areyouhere?” she spat.
Molly whimpered and drew in a deep breath, a small cry escaping her.
Glaring at Harley, CJ tightened his arms around the pathetic girl. “It’s okay, bae,” he said softly. “Harley was talking to me. Not you.” He threw Harley another warning scowl. “Right, Harley?”
If Molly wasn’t there, thenCJwouldn’t be flaunting her in front of Harley.
Sniffing, she lifted her chin. “Actually…”
Molly released a sob.
“No!” CJ said, panic entering his voice. He turned his full attention to Molly, seeming to forget Harley existed. “Please, don’t cry again, Molly. I was going to get you ice cream.”
Burying her face against his chest, Molly sobbed louder. Her brown hair covered her face and draped her back, fluttering with the force of her tears.
