Page 277 of Remiss
“What about Narci, Potter, and Torrin?”
Huffing, she flopped next to him and stared at the ceiling. “Potter is on the list.”
“Ain’t you fuckin’ told me not to fuck up those other two after CJ overdosed?”
“I did.”
“Now you ain’t carin’?”
“Don’t kill them,” she gritted. “I haven’t removed them from the list.”
“I want to see that motherfucker at breakfast cuz if they not on there, Ima fuckin’ kill them tofuckinmorrow.”
“My ledger is in the safe in my office. I can show you now.”
“Johnnie still on it?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Bailey?”
Megan gave a curt nod.
“How about this, baby? Before you add new names, me and you discuss it. We both got 50/50 veto power.”
“No one will ever win.”
“As long as you suck my cock and give me pussy to coerce me into thinkin’ your way, you always winnin’.”
“We do that anyway. Why discuss it?”
“Prolong the expectationandif it seem like I fuckin’ won, you gotta suck me off longer.”
Megan laughed. “Fine, my love.” She crawled onto the bed, ass in the air. “Let’s get under the covers.”
Christopher grabbed her thighs and pulled her back, dropping to his knees and biting her ass cheeks before burying his nose against her pussy and inhaling her scent. He buried his tongue in her channel, fucking her, tasting her, and his own cum, drinking her cunt juice when she exploded.
Still gripping her hips, he got to his feet, spreading her cream to the place she only gave him sometimes, then got the lube from his nightstand drawer and coated his cock and that tight ring of nerves. She grinded against his fingers, her hooker moves, driving him insane. He thumbed her swollen clit until she screamed his name and came again.
His balls throbbed and precum beaded the tip of his cock. He couldn’t fucking wait any longer.
Poised at her entrance, he said, “you ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
He thrusted into her and she sucked in a deep breath. Slowly, he began moving inside her, cum already bubbling up because he loved fucking her ass. It was her special gift to him.
Leaning over her, he bit her shoulder and fingered her clit, nosing her hair.
“Come for me, Megan,” he ordered in a heated whisper.
As if she waited for his command, she fell apart, pushing into his pounding drives into her, her pussy juice sliding down her thighs and his fingers.
Abandoning her clit, her clutched both her hips and let loose inside her, coming in wave after wave, his satisfaction and contentment bone deep.
He pulled out of her and she fell forward, breathing as heavily as he was. Scooping her into his arms, he carried her to the shower, where they soaped each other, stepped under the shower, then fucked again.
“I can’t deal with my hair tonight,” she said around a yawn, wrapped in a towel and blinking at her wet hair.
