Page 71 of Empire of Carnage
“You’ve been looking over your shoulder for fifteen years, morena. Let us watch your back now. Can you do that?” I asked, her shoulders sagging like she was relieved.
“I can do that.” She nodded, wrapping her hand over mine and squeezing.
“You can’t keep running into the mouth of danger by yourself every time. It drives me fucking insane. Maybe you’ve forgotten that we do things together, but it’s the reason why the three of us are still alive. Okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded, her eyes burning straight into mine.
“Thank you.” I dropped my hand to her thigh where her fancy dress had been ripped to shreds, exposing her bare leg. There was nothing like feeling her hot skin under my touch. “Did he hurt you?”
“He banged my head up pretty good.” She rubbed the back of her head. “But I’ll survive.”
“Let me see.” I told her, but she shook her head.
“You’re driving.”
“Let me see!” I stepped on the break, forcing the car into a screeching halt.
The smell of burnt rubber filled the car and she rushed to slide her window up, but it was too late.
“You’re insane! What are you doing?” She laughed as I pulled her off her seat and folded her over the middle console so that her head was on my lap.
She tried to push off of me, but I grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her down.
“Stay still, I want to make sure you’re okay.” I ran my fingers through her scalp gently, feeling for anything possibly concerning.
She relaxed her head onto my lap, despite her face being directly on my dick aside from the thin layer of fabric separating us from each other. There were some pretty good bumps and a small scratch that had bled and already dried up around her hair, but considering she wasn’t even complaining from the pain, it didn’t seem serious.
“See, all fine,” she said sarcastically with her mouth plastered onto the crotch of my pants.
“Not all fine,” I grumbled, taking my foot off the break and driving on once again.
“Then let me make it better,” she said with a honeyed tone to her voice, cupping my dick through my pants and giving it a squeeze.
I could feel her hot breath practically on my cock through the fabric of the designer suit she had me in. She unzipped me, way too fucking slowly, and the anticipation alone engorged my erection further.
“Oh fuck, morena,” I said just as her hand reached inside my pants, the soft skin of her dainty palms squeezing around my shaft and pulling it free.
“Pay attention to the road,” she reminded me, each word sending goosebumps down my spine as her exhale tickled the overly sensitive skin.
“Then hurry up and put your mouth on me.” I forced her head back down, drawing a yelp from her.
Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, barely any pressure as she swirled her tongue around, making me nearly forget about the road when she swallowed me down. The heat of her mouth was almost enough to make me come, but the way she moved her tongue around each bar of my piercings was even more intense.
I groaned, a bolt of pleasure running up my spine every time she relaxed and took me all the way down the back of her throat. She picked up speed, her saliva dripping all over my cock while her head bobbed up and down my lap.
How many men would ever get to say they got road head by the baddest cártel queen to ever live?
Her fingers wrapped around the base of my dick. She squeezed and tugged using her own spit as lube while she gagged down my cock with more than audible moans. I released my grip on her hair and trailed my fingers down her back, cupping her ass.
It was sticking up in the air, perfectly taunting me in the reflection of the passenger window. I lifted my hand up and dropped it down with a hard smack. She moaned a deep guttural sound that vibrated from her chest down to my balls.
“Fuck. That mouth.” I closed my eyes for a split second, forgetting the road.
She was slobbering more now, one hand gripping my thigh for support with the kind of pressure that would leave a mark. The other hand rolled my balls in her palm, she kneaded them softly, playing with them in her hand while she continued to slide up and down my shaft. I lifted my hand up and struck down once more eliciting a grunt of pleasure from her.
I slid my hand through the rips in the fabric of her dress, letting my fingers roam under the elastic of her underwear. Her back arched further, her ass sticking up higher somehow as she reached for more of my touch. I gave her juicy ass one final squeeze before traveling further down, feeling the slickness pooling between her legs. She was so goddamn wet and it was just from sucking me off.
“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered.
