Page 82 of SNOB

The way my cock hardens underneath her and the way she pokes her ass up tells me I’m right.

Grabbing a fistful of her wet hair gets her to arch her back some more. “I will make you stay in line if that’s what you want.” My words are as firm as my hand landing on her ass. She hisses on the next smack but I don’t let up. I hit the same place over and over again. But something tells me she’s getting more than pain. “You like pissing me off, don’t you, Everett?”

“Real men are men of their word, McKinsley.”

“Real men like Gray?” My fingers trail to her slit, telling me more than she ever will. She’s so fucking wet and that only makes me harder. “Does Gray make you wet like this?” Pushing my fingers inside her, I smack her ass again. “Or is that from pissing me off?” A moan escapes her when I thrust my fingers inside her wet, warmth. My free hand moves back to her hair, tugging on it. Her head lifts, her body getting hotter against my lap. “I asked you a fucking question and you better have an answer for what that was.”

“You left me.” Her words land through her moans. “And that video?” My thrusts slow, my brows lowering. “We’re not a team. You’re a dictator and you don’t care who you hurt. Greta, Gray, me…”

Pulling on her hair, I swing her to her knees, my cock bulging through my slacks. With one hand around her strands, I unbuckle my pants and my cock springs out like he's craving her mouth. She looks at it, then me. Her fluttering eyes tell me she wants it. “You owe me an apology.”

Pulling her to my cock, a stillness washes over me when she takes me in her mouth. And it’s everything I remember. Calmness. Rage. Peace and mayhem.

Pushing her head further, she chokes but I keep her there until the feeling of her throat makes my toes curl in my shoes. Pulling her away, I smirk at the tears streaming down her face.

“You as sorry as you look, Butterfly?” She spits on my dick in response but that only riles me up. Putting her mouth back on my staff, she chokes again, her body rising as if she’s ready to blow but I coax her some more. “Just a little bit, you’re doing so good.” Her throat tightens and expands around me and I can’t hide my curses any longer. “Fuck…” Pulling her off again, snot rolls down her nose and the next word slips. “Beautiful.” I’m about to bring her down on my cock again before she sticks her tongue out. I chuckle, using my free hand to smack my length against her tongue. “You're a sorry little slut aren’t you?”

She nods before I push my cock down her throat again. She gags and I feel that storm building inside me. Keeping her there, I let it build some more until I’m ready to explode, right down her throat.

But Ember taps my thigh, so I pull her up. “Sorry,” she spits, gasping for air. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re about to be.” Pulling her lips back on my cock, I push myself as far as I can go. Then I let myself go.

Everything goes quiet.

My dad. Coach.

Everything but the sounds of Ember slurping every last drop out of me.

Is that an earthquake?

My eyes open, to the room still intact. And the girl who causes the floor beneath me to shake.

When Ember sits back on her knees, my cream drips from her mouth, her tongue gliding along her bottom lip. Something twists inside me, my hand stroking my remaining hardon. “Good girl.” I take a moment to take in that pretty picture.

No one else can have this.

No one else can have her.

And now? I have to make sure of that.

Pulling up my pants, I grab my shirt and move towards the door.

“Mac?” Ember calls. “Are you seriously leaving me again?”

My hand on the door, I look over my shoulder. “Fool me once, Everett. But fool me twice? There will be consequences.”

Ember

My ass still stings when that familiar scent takes over me, stirring me awake.

Opening my eyes reminds me where I am.

A gardening shed. He left me in a shed.

I fell asleep on a pile of cloths softer than my sheets back in The Valley. As for the rest of the space, it’s like an eclectic old lady lives here. Flower pots and baskets sit on shelves. Chimes hang from wooden beams. An array of flowers fill the space. There’s even a little window letting some moonlight trickle in.

An arm comes around me. His. Then his body presses against mine. Naked. Warm.

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