Page 270 of Ruptured
He fucked her fast and hard. She met each of his thrusts, bouncing on his cock as mercilessly as he pumped into her. He slanted his mouth over hers, enjoying her taste, absorbing her essence, his head and heart filled with her.
Slipping a hand between them, he fingered her swollen clit. The moment her orgasm washed over her, he exploded inside her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. He held her tightly even when their breathing evened out and she started talking again.
“About CJ–”
“I told him he gotta go to school. I ain’t too sure what else to do so he can enjoy bein’ a student again.”
“The answer is obvious,” Megan said, then told him the assignment she gave to CJ.
“Well, fuck, baby, I ain’t think of that.”
“I figured, but it’s okay.”
“I got a question, baby.”
“I’m listening.”
“Why the fuck Digger was all beat up?”
Her muscles tightened. Fine with him if it had only been her pussy clenching his soft cock nestled between her folds. Not so fucking fine if she was trying to protect that motherfucker for another infraction. Instead of a hooker move to completely stiffen his rapidly hardening cock, she stood the fuck up.
“His and Bunny’s anniversary is coming up,” she started.
Christopher narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck that got to do with what I asked you?”
“I know what I want us to get them,” she said,stillignoring the fuck out of him.
“Not a motherfucking thing since we about to spend a fucking mint on Rebel’s 15thbirthday.”
Licking her lips, Megan tangled her fingers through her hair and rocked on her feet. Cum leaked down her thighs. Italmostdistracted him.
“Bunny and Digger want a bigger house. Mortician plans to pay for that. That’s what we were discussing when you walked in. And I was thinking we could pay for all the—”
“Infrastructure,” Christopher inserted, his mind spinning. He reflected on the past few days and anger surged into him. He stormed to his feet. “Why the fuck you needed to see Digger, Megan?”
She flushed. “Because I needed specifics from him.”
“About?” he demanded. “If Mort paying for the house, shouldn’tthatmotherfucker want specifics?”
“Uh…” She swallowed, wrinkled her nose.
“Why the fuck you closed the bank account, Megan?”
“Wh-what?”
“I co-own the fuckin’ account,” he barked. “What the fuck goin’ on? Cuz not only did you close that motherfucker, you ain’t told me—”
“I haven’t been talking to you—”
“And,” he cut in, “that motherfucker accrued fees because it’s a high-yield account and you withdrew all the fuckin’ money four days before you—” He halted, thinking of Digger, and how death-wishy that motherfucker had been lately. How stressed Mort had looked tonight when he reached Christopher, Johnnie, and Axel. The tension between Mort and Val. Diesel glaring at a beat-up Digger. “That motherfucker stole that goddamn money, didn’t he?”
Just as he’d suspected the other day, when he could’ve blown him the fuck away and came up with a reasonable excuse.
“My guess is you got Stretch to erase the recordin’.”
Megan didn’t answer. Not a motherfucking peep. She glanced away.
“Ain’t Ijustbeat those two motherfuckers to a fuckin’ pulp. Stretch for listenin’ to you and Digger for fuckin’ with you?”
