Page 59 of God of War

"Then come all over that little hand while you choke on my cock, Brynna. Show me just how much you love having my dick shoved down your throat," I order, pulling her hair hard enough to make it sting…exactly the way we both like.

She takes it like the greedy little fucking queen she is, her hand a blur between her legs as she tries to get herself there. I fuck into her mouth, forcing my cock past lips stretched wide to accommodate me, and into her throat.

She shatters with a whimper, her throat closing around the head of my cock. I mutter a curse, ripping myself from her mouth as my balls draw up. I paint her pretty face with my cum, leave it Dripping from her chin.Cristo. She looks good, wearing me all over her. Marked as mine.

"Beautiful," I groan, working out every last drop. "So fucking beautiful,princesa."

She smiles, slipping her hand from between her legs to swipe her fingers through my cum. My dick roars back to life as she licks my seed from her fingers, moaning like I'm the best thing she's ever tasted.

"Put it where it belongs, Brynna. Let me see," I growl, watching through slit lids as she immediately obeys, wiping me from her face, and spreads her legs wide.

I squeeze the base of my shaft as she pushes my cum into her dripping little fuckhole like a good littleprincesa. It mixes with her juices, smearing across her hole.

Fuck. That's pretty.

I yank her up into my arms, my lips coming down on hers in a hard kiss. "I think I'll put another baby in you,mi alma. My heir needs a sibling."

"Yes," she whimpers against my lips, writhing.

I'm halfway to the bed with her in my arms, ready to give her what she wants when my phone rings.

"Motherfucker," I growl, whipping my head around to glare at it.

Brynna giggles in my arms. "You should get that."

"You should sit on my cock, mi alma."

"I will after you answer the phone." She tugs on strands of my hair. "Hurry, Naz. Put your baby in me."

Fucking hell.

I storm across the room with her in my arms, snatching the phone up.

"This better be important," I snarl, already lifting her into place, slamming into her. She whimpers, clawing at my arms, at my chest. Fuck, she feels incredible.

"Hey, Nazario."

Hearing his voice is like having the goddamn past reach down the line. I freeze mid-thrust, my eyes locked on Brynna.

"Kincaid," I say.

Brynna's eyes widen in shock. We've kept tabs on him over the years. It's the prudent thing to do when you owe someone a debt of gratitude you'll never be able to repay. But goddamn. I didn't expect the motherfucker to ever call it in. Not after six years. Not after everything he's seen and done in the years since. I didn't even know he was back in town. When I last checked in, he was still working for the DEA in Seattle, singlehandedly keeping his boot on the necks of their gangs.

"Bet I'm the last motherfucker you expected to hear from today," Kincaid says, chuckling ruefully. "Sorry to burst your bubble and shit, but…"

"You need a favor," I say for him.

"Yep. Wouldn't ask if it weren't important. No offense to you, but asking a goddamn cartel kingpin for help wasn't on my bingo card."

"What do you need?" I ask, slowly rocking Brynna against me. What? Her cunt feels like heaven, and I need a taste of it if I'm going to have to deal with this bullshit. Because I can guarantee that whatever he needs my help with is going to be bullshit. LA has been on the brink of a gang war for months now. I keep my nose out of their business. They keep theirs out of mine. I have a feeling that's about to change.

"Can we meet? I'll explain," he says. "You aren't going to like it."

"Oh, I'm aware," I say dryly, but I don't tell him no. He saved Brynna's life. I'll owe him for the rest of mine. Whatever he wants won't balance the scales. It won't even come close. But it's something. "Name the place. I'll be there."

"I'll come to you. Be there in an hour." Kincaid hangs up on me.

I mutter a curse, tossing the phone onto the dresser as I push Brynna up against it, yanking her down on my cock. She throws her head back, moaning as I drive into her, pounding my frustration out into her perfect little hole.

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