Page 99 of That Girl is Trouble

Slowly, I drop between her legs and grip her thighs. She lets out a small huff of surprise when I roughly pull her forward. From this angle, I’ve got the perfect view of her pussy. I don’t want to miss a fucking thing.

Stilling her hand, I pull it away. I gather saliva in my mouth and spit onto her dripping cunt. Her chest heaves, and her body fucking shudders.

“Show me, Kitty.” I place her fingers back where I want them. “Show me what you do when you need to forget. Show me how you make yourself come.”

Kat moans, digging her head back into the cushions of my couch as she circles her clit, mixing her wetness and my spit.

My mouth waters to taste her, and my hands tingle to do more than just rest casually on her thighs. I dig the pads of my fingers into her flesh, and she arches her back, angling herself towards me, as if her body’s pleading with me to take over and finish her with my tongue.

No such words drop from Kat’s mouth, so I remain a spectator, despite the painful way my dick throbs in my pants. The need to be inside her, to take her like I’ve been dreaming of taking her, is an excruciating kind of torture.

For her, I can do torture.

I slide my hands farther up her thighs, and another small moan pours from her cherry lips. So fucking responsive. Any touch at all, even a brush of my fingers on her skin, sends goose bumps rushing over her body. Fuck. How would that perfect little body respond if I were to fuck my cock between her legs?

I’ll get to that. But first, I’m gonna need to see her come.

“What do you think about, Kat? When you fuck your hand? Do you pretend it’s me touching you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, eyes back on me. Her breath turns ragged as her circling gets faster.

The scent of her fills my nose. I dip lower, daring to grate my teeth over her thigh. Her body jerks when I touch her, and her moans get louder. Fuck, I want to hear how loud she’d get if it was my fingers making her feel good, if it was my tongue and my mouth fucking her until she made a goddamn mess all over my face.

I want Kat’s pussy on my lips. I want the taste of her on my tongue for hours. Days. Fucking weeks.

“Come for me, Kat.”

When she stays silent, I curl my hand around her throat and pull her into me. Our lips are impossibly close. That cherry smell that sets me on fucking fire slides between us.

“Right now,” I order. I pull her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking off that sweet cherry flavour.

That’s all it takes. She says my goddamn name like a fucking prayer as she detonates. I press my forehead down on hers, my grip around her throat tightening, my hand on her thigh dipping so low I can feel the juice from her pussy dripping onto my fingers.

My breathing is laboured as I pull her cunt-soaked skin into my mouth and lick her fingers clean, the taste of her sending a jolt to my dick.

Her eyes darken with lust as I suck every last drop from her.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I say.

She nods as she reaches for my waistband.

But I catch her wrist to stop her. “I need to hear it. Give me your fucking words, Kat.”

“Yes!” she practically yells it. “God, fucking yes.”

I let her tug open my pants and dig into my boxers. I let her wrap her fingers around my cock and squeeze. There’s no guilt in my head. No trying to be the better man. No thoughts other than finally burying my dick inside her and making her mine.

A yell sounds from the stairwell.

Fuck. Me. This place is always fucking cock blocking me. What now?

Another yell. Closer this time. Footsteps pound hard against the stairs. I jump up, slipping my dick into my waistband and throwing a warning look at Kat, who sits up and crosses her legs to hide the fact that her panties are still sitting snug in my pocket.

I don’t even get to the door before it swings open, and Preacher and Tex are dragging a body into my apartment. Bloody and beaten and barely recognizable other than the long hair.

“Jack?” Kat yells. She’s at his side before I can get my feet to move.

Preacher and Tex drag him to the couch and lay him on his back, but the blood is pouring from every place it can pour from on his face. His eyes are shut and swollen, his breathing shallow.

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