Page 9 of Wild Card

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan before I slip my tongue inside her.

“Maxim!” Her voice echoes through the suite as she climaxes against my face. I think it’s a shock to the both of us, but I recover more quickly.

I lick her like I’d fuck her and then suck on her clit. She’s gasping for air and clawing at the sheets as I pin her to the mattress and devour every inch. Her sweetness is covering my mouth and chin as I rub her pussy all over me. I want to wear her cum like a badge of honor.

When she climaxes again, her words become incoherent, but I take that as her urging for more. I throw her limp legs over my shoulders and spread her wide. After that, I decide to tear her panties off of her because they’re starting to get in my way. Bare from the waist down, tits out, cheeks flushed, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

With my mouth on her cunt and her eyes locked on mine, she cums one last time before completely passing out.

I steal one last swipe between her pussy lips before I let her go and climb on top of her. She’s fast asleep as I practically rip open my pants and pull out my cock, spreading the wetness on the tip down the shaft. I’m already leaking as I jack it hard and fast, and it only takes three pumps before I spurt onto her.

I stare down at the mess I’ve made and see clearly where my cum has landed on her pussy and thighs and bare stomach. Since I haven’t really thought through any of this, I don’t question what I’m doing as I reach down and rub it into her soft skin. I smear my cum all over her while my cock still aches for more.

My balls are heavy with need, and I think about sliding in real quick while she’s asleep. As much as I want it, I force myself to wait. I need her looking at me when I pop that little cherry. I could taste how sweet she was, and it made me selfish. She’s mine, and there’s no two ways about it. Now I just need to convince her that we’re on the same page.

Pushing my dick back in my pants, I decide to check on the food. If I want her willing, I need to make it impossible for her to say no.

Chapter Seven

RUE

My eyes pop open when the smell of food wakes me from a deep sleep. I sit up, glancing around the room, and for a second I don’t know where I am. I might actually still be sleeping because this place is a dream. Hell, it’s better than my dreams.

Looking down at myself, I see my panties are gone and the top of my dress is pulled down. That’s when everything comes flooding back.

“Oh my god,” I whisper to myself.

What is all over me? I touch the nearly dry, sticky mess on my thighs and realize it’s cum. Did Maxim mark me with his cum? I push my dress down to cover myself because I can’t process all of this at once.

I guess I did leave him high and dry after he gave me multiple orgasms. But still! He marked me like he owns me, and I’m starting to think he believes it. Too bad because I don’t belong to him. I don’t belong to anyone.

A pang of sadness hits me with that thought, but I quickly push it away. I don’t want to belong to anyone. I’m a free spirit on the run. People cause more harm than help and use you in the end. It’s always about what you can do for them. If they do something for you, then you owe them later. It’s a cycle I’m keeping myself out of.

Reaching down, I grab the tracker around my ankle. Yeah, he really does think I’m a piece of property. Would it be so bad if he used me?

Cheese on a cracker, Rue, get it together! A few killer orgasms and now I’m ready to become an object? I’ve really lost my mind this time, and it makes me tug on the tracker harder.

“Knock it off.” Maxim’s voice booms through the bedroom, making me freeze like a kid caught stealing candy. He stalks over toward me and pulls my hand away from it.

“It’s not coming off.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I know that.” He pushes it up my ankle to rub the red spot from where I was yanking on it. “You’re hurting yourself.” He gently caresses my ankle, and it sends a warm chill over my body.

“You’re weird.” I pull my leg away before tucking them under me.

“If I want your ankle, I could easily take it back, firecracker.”

His tone is playful, but I roll away from him. It’s too bad I misjudge how big the bed is and tumble right off the side.

“Ouch!” I yelp when I hit the floor. Does no one have carpet anymore?

“Fucking hell.” Maxim storms over and plucks me off the floor. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me go?” I give him my best smile. It usually works on people. I bat my eyelashes at him too, trying to appear innocent. Apparently that ship has kind of sailed with him.

“Not happening.” He sets me back down on the bed. “Did you hit your head?” Maxim starts giving me a full body inspection.

It’s pretty cute how he’s fretting, so I let him. That is until flashes of him sucking on my nipples come flooding back. Then I remember his head between my thighs while he feasted on me like it was his last meal. I’m getting turned on and can feel how wet I am.

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