Page 71 of Painted Scars
“I want to be good for you. Earn your trust.” The world turns to flames at her husky voice.
My hands find her shoulders and guide her down. She follows without reservation, and her knees kiss the floor. I comb my fingers through her hair, letting her breathe through the shift.
“You’re doing so well for me.” My hand closes around her throat with reverence, my thumb caressing her pulse point.
Kate arches into my touch, baring her throat to me, daring me to take what I want. “Use me. Please.”
Fuck. Those words brand me with her spell.
“Stay there,” I warn, my voice dropping to a dangerous decibel. “Don’t be a brat. Only good girls earn rewards tonight. Promise?”
She leans into the soft pass of my palm along her face. “Promise.”
I remove my helmet and set it on her armchair four paces away. Fresh air is a godsend after being stuck in that thing with steam heating my visor. Somehow, I feel like I’m younger again, reckless and in love with danger, before everything went to shit.
Glitter Bomb twists her head at the sound, tracking my movement back and forth. Fuck, she’s a goddess. Beautiful, blinded and on her knees, giving herself to me. I ignore the pinch of regret that I’m the one holding back things that can break her.
I stroke her jaw with my thumb, and her mouth parts with invitation, sucking me inside. Her thighs press together, and I know she needs this. I won’t subject her to the home-invasion fantasy. Tonight is about anchoring trust, not testing limits. Safety dressed as sin.
My cock kicks hard against my zipper. Her fingers crawl up my thighs, unprompted, greedy, and sure, tracing over the outline of my hardness like she’s reading a map to her favorite fantasy world. She slides my belt open and lowers my zipper, unwrapping me, a present she’s waited years to open.
Her fingers curl around my base, and I hiss. “What did you do that’s orange, my good boy?” She needs to lead this moment. To believe she’s steering the storm.
I give her that. “You’ve got thirty seconds of control, Glitter Bomb. Make them count.”
She raises a brow, stroking me once, daring me to take back her control.
I barely manage to give her what she wants. “I put a tracker on Blackthorn’s car. Set up a little surprise for your investigation.”
She hums against my shaft, and my knees nearly fucking buckle. “What else?” Little devil makes me really work for it.
“Circulated dash cam footage of him drunk driving and crashing into a car,” I grunt, pumping into her fist. “Setting up to discredit him when you take him down.”
Goddamn. She licks me from base to tip like she’s tasting vengeance.
“That’s a very good boy,” she purrs like she’ll ruin me, and I’ll let her.
“Your time’s over.” I fist her hair.
Kate smiles, parts her lips, and sinks over me. Her mouth is everything I’ve imagined. Hot, slick, and heaven wrapped in her tongue. I buck into her throat with a feral groan. I let her work me, her rhythm perfect, her mouth a fucking altar venerating me.
I stroke her glowing cheek. “Fuck, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop. Give your good boy what he needs.”
Her mouth pops off me. “You’ve been very good to me.” Those six little words unties the knot inside me.
When she fists my cock and smiles up at me, I feed her the line she’s been waiting to hear, that’s stitched into her apron, “Baby, for the love of your book gods… shut the fuck up and take my dick like a good girl.”
Fuck. That smile. Full of power. I want her to have it all and more.
Her mouth wraps around me, and her moans wrap around me like silk. After a minute, I can feel her jaw tiring, but she doesn’t stop or give in. I help her with slow, careful thrusts into her mouth, each one met with a hum that goes straight to my balls.
“Fuck,” I grit, pinching myself hard enough to delay the edge. “You’re fucking perfect, Glitter Bomb.” Fiery, fierce, and unhinged enough to light chaos in me.
At her groan, I unload into the back of her throat and thrust a few more times until my orgasm recedes. She pops off my cock, smiles, and laps at the droplets of cum on my head.
“What’s your color, baby?” I massage her scalp. “You’ve got permission to talk.”
Kate huffs a laugh and leans her head back. “Sunset.”
