Page 138 of Falling in Reverse

No smart-ass remarks.

No foreplay or strokes.

Her lips wrap tight around my cock and my knees almost buckle.

“Fuck…” I ground out. “We’re not into the bullshit, I see.”

She deep throats me then, causing my fingers to curl into fists against the side of the bathroom and my other to lace through the thick locks of her hair.

I’m not going to last long.

And if it weren’t clear before…Bay Astor has more power than what I gave her credit for when I found her again. If she’s dating Levi Wallace, I can see why he allows her free rein to wherever she wants. I’m sure she wears the pants in the relationship while he runs South Shore.

But if he knew what she’s doing to me now…that’s she’s ridden my cock and took me like a fucking champ. How she made me blow my load so hard that I was seeing spots in my vision, he can’t really blame me for wanting more if he’s had her like that.

Except for two times now…that may cause a few flying bullets to fly.

Fuck that, if she were mine, I’d filet myself.

Her teeth lightly grate down my shaft, reminding me that one little clamp of them and she can cause serious damage.

It’s not the only thing she can do. If Emilio convinces her of a better life than what she may have in South Shore, I might need to stay on her good side until the boys and I figure something out.

Then you probably shouldn’t have her on your shirt in a dirty ass bathroom.

We’ll see if it gets to that point first.

“Be careful, Wildfire,” I warn. “I like a little pain but not biting.”

She grips my upper thigh and squeezes, and my brain wants to register it as she’s enjoying herself down there while my rational side warns me that she doesn’t give a fuck.

The best part of her week would be to bite my whole pecker off and feed it to a fish.

Her soft moans resonate underneath me and it does nothing to help the flutter in my balls wanting to break through the barrier of coming. How almost embarrassingly fast it took when she enclosed those beautiful lips around me and sucked me off like a pro.

She doesn’t need me to guide her to do anything. Bay can do whatever she wants with no assistance needed.

“Damn, Wildfire…keep going.” She doesn’t, she slows down to torment me more. “For someone who didn’t want to do this…you definitely want to make me last.”

Her mouth slides off me. “It’s good to study your enemy, Pretty Boy. Because don’t get it fucked up, that’s exactly what we’ll always be.”

My teeth grind against each other, irritated that she’s just like me. That this isn’t going to change anything. She’s not going to fall for me and I’m sure as hell am going to take precautions to do the same.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat and I almost die. My exhales dissipate and don’t bring in any more air.

Bay sucks hard, gliding her tongue underneath my length and I can’t hold on any longer.

“I’m going to fuck this mouth,” I convey. “And I’m going to show you exactly how I like it.”

She doesn’t fight me, releasing my leg and raising both her hands in silent surrender. I clasp both of her wrists with one hand and keep the other on her head and that’s when I fuck her throat, hearing her gasp for air before I’m easing up to let her breathe.

She purposely scrapes her teeth along the sides to keep me in check, but I still pick up the pace as she tightens her hold with her mouth.

“If you don’t swallow, spit,” I leer. “Because I’m going to come.”

One of her middle fingers extends over her others and I smile.

Yeah, she’s a fucking treacherous path to stride down.

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