Page 43 of Pawn

“Fuck me like I’m yours, King.” Her voice is soft and airy but demanding and the way she’s begging for it makes me do just that.

“You are mine.” Pushing my cock inside her, I get that warm feeling rolling over me again. Like coming home.

“God, yes!”

The city moves by as I move my hips and I don’t care who sees my cock buried in my girl. With a few more thrusts she begs, “Harder, King! Fuck me like you love me.”

With a smack of her ass, I pull out, flipping her around to meet my smirk. My fingers against her chest, I keep her back against the glass. With her hands on her tits, pinching her nipples she watches as my eyes take in every bit of her. From her scar matching mine in that tattooed forearm to those slender shoulders. Those toned, track-star legs.

“Done already?” she asks.

Not a chance. “Put those fingers inside you.”

“You love being in charge of me, King?” She doesn’t hesitate, moaning when she slips two fingers over her clit before pushing them inside her. “Tell me what you want. I’m yours.”

“Jesus, Rowland,” I grunt, my cock throbbing in my fist, stiffening harder in my hold. “Yeah, that’s right, fuck yourself like it’s my cock.”

I don’t even have to tell her to keep her eyes on me and when she brings those fingers from her pussy to her lips, I almost explode.

She sees it because she saunters that sexy ass towards me and when she pushes against my chest, I’m too distracted. I lose my balance, ass hitting the glass floor.

Growling, I pull her down with me, flipping her over. Pinning her hands beside her head, the city moves underneath us, my cock near her entrance.

She’s staring at me like I’ve never seen before. No tension. No pain. Just pure bliss.

“This is unreal,” she whispers against my lips and when I push inside her this time, her nails slash against my back. “Fuck!”

Thighs pressing into my ribs, it only makes me want to fuck her harder. The pain in my skin is nothing compared to how I feel without her.

“You’re unreal, Jo,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside her, balls heavy begging to burst.

“Damien,” Jo pants before she gasps, her back arching against the glass. “King!” My tongue comes to her face and if I could climb inside her I would

The way we’re moving with each other is new. It’s slower, like time stops. Our frantic motions get more measured and sedated. But Jo keeps her eyes on me and that makes me reach the edge, my abs twitching against her sweaty, smooth skin.

Holding back, I’m not letting go until I see that face. The one where she’s forcing herself to keep those hazels locked on me while her mouth hangs open in ecstasy.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” she screams, our car rocking from side to side. “Don’t—!” Her head falls back, her mouth open wide.

That one.

She comes hard, her legs clamping to my side, her nails sinking deeper in my skin. Her cries go hoarse, body shaking as I keep myself buried inside her, but she knows the rules. “I didn’t say you could.”

She’s breathless when she smirks, her lids low. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

“Punish you.” Looking beside her head, I see we’re a little too close to the end of this ride to go another round. But I’m not done with her yet. Not with my cock begging to explode inside her.“Get a room with me, Rowland.”

Leaning up, she kisses me again, a smile spreading across her face. “As long as you’re in it.”

* * *

“So … why do you have that photo?”

There she goes again. Straight to the punch.

We’re in a creaky old hotel room back in the Port, sprawled on the floor, naked in front of the door. It’s as small as the motel in The Grove, but with brick walls and wooden beams in the ceiling. It’s kind of romantic with large windows and a wrought iron bed that we didn’t make it to. The minute we got in, I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her again.

She’s as impatient as I am, pouncing on me until we both tumbled to the floor.

---