Page 79 of Queen Of WildCards

Gods, she was so fucking tight.

Aman could die happy, buried to the balls in her.Iwouldn't want to go any other way.

"Jesus,Spade," she moaned, her hand reaching up to slap against the mirror as her eyes met mine in the reflection and nearly rolled back into her head.Irocked into her, my hand reaching up to join hers on the mirror, our fingers laced together as she moaned andIgrunted, our bodies slapping together obscenely, my countertop completely wrecked.

Andthat was precisely howJokerwould find us, me mid-stroke, my fingers curled around her hip to toy with her neat little bud, making her scream for me, ifIdidn't hurry this party along and get her where she needed to be.

"Fuck, sweetheart, need to feel you around me, coming for me—"

Shearched her back, reached a single hand up into my hair, and ripped it free of the bunI'dpiled atop my head.Malloryhad an obsession with my long hair, and who wasIto deny her the things that made her happy whileIwas railing the fuck out of her in my bathroom at eight in the morning?

"Harder,Spade," she groaned, chest heaving asIdoubled my efforts and nearly rocked her up into the reflection of us in front of her. "Yes, god, just like that—"

Myballs were fit to fucking explode, my calves were screaming, but there was no wayIwas about to stop now.You'dhave to take a taser to my taint to drag me out of her wet, willing hole, and even then,I'dprobably fill her with my seed beforeIslipped out and twitched on the floor.Thesweet feel of her wrapped around my length asIdragged in and out of her, gasping for air, was almost too much, and yet somehow not enough.

"Comefor me,Mallory,"Igroaned in her ear, feeling my balls tighten against the base of my shaft as they prepared to give her what her greedy cunt needed, what she begged me for all the damn time. "Clencharound that big cock for me, beautiful, that's right—"

"Lucyyyyy,I'mhome!"

Justas the generic-ass greeting carried up the stairs inJoker'sannoying lilt,Mallory'score tightened around me, and she let out a scream worthy of a porno flick, both hands on the mirror now, hips twitching asIbit the back of her neck like an animal and groaned into her, my cock twitching, filling her to the brim with hot ropes of cum that shot from its tip.

"Fuck!"

Sheslumped against the counter for a second whileIpulled away and tugged a clean washcloth from the shelf and cleaned her up, then set to work on myself, loath to wipe away the evidence of her arousal on my cock, but knowing damn well it would be a sticky messIdidn't want to deal with whenIwent to work out today.

Shewrapped the towel back around her body and slipped out into the hallway, peeking down the stairs at the landing whereJokerstill stood, a slow smile spreading over his lips at the sight of her, recently ravished and very much sated.

"I'mcoming,I'mcoming," she insisted, her answering smile teasing at the corners of her mouth as he chuckled to himself.

"Soundslike you just did that, beautiful," he teased, cocking a brow playfully as she turned even redder and scampered off in search of some clothing to cover herself.

Isauntered out of my room a few minutes later, shirtless, hair down, but a bit more presentable, a gym bag thrown over my shoulder, filled with my usual equipment, and met his gaze head-on as he stared down the hall, waiting for her.

"Havefun shopping,"Ioffered as he shot me a mock salute.

"Aboutas much fun as you had redecorating your bathroom," he shot back, all teasing grins now. "Maybeeven more."

Ihad to laugh at the challenge in his voice.Ifthere was one thingIknew, it was that he wasn't about to outdo the performanceIput on this morning.Notwhile he was shopping for dresses, jeans, and whatever else women needed in a new wardrobe.

"Puta new lingerie set on my card, and maybe a nice dress.Iwant to take her out and finger her under a fancy tablecloth again."

Jokernodded and calmly took the card from my outstretched fingers, pocketing it just in time forMalloryto slip out into the hallway in a pair of nondescript shorts and a tee that was decidedly not hers.Itwasn't one of mine, andIdidn't even recognize the band on it—or the writing.

Cometo think of it. . . the writing looked distinctlyAsianin origin.

"Hey, doc, where'd you get that shirt?"

Shefingered the edge of the hem, staring down at the band in question like that was a stupid question, perhaps the dumbest oneI'dever asked her. "Wherethe fuck do you thinkIgot it from?"Sheshrugged and looked back at the now-open door behind her. "It'sAce's.ThoughIdidn't think the man owned anything that wasn't black."

Goodheavens, she was going to be the death of us all. "You'dbetter put that back where you found it when you got home, or the boss will have a fit."

Jokertook her hand and nodded in agreement. "He'sright.Ifhe catches you in his shirt,Acewill have your ass on a platter and your head on a spike."

Sheflipped her hair over a shoulder and led the way down the stairs with a little girlish giggle laced with whatIassumed was a hint of unhinged, menacing glee. "Well, he'll have to catch me first, andI'mdone letting him push all of us around.Hejust needs a firm hand, is all."

Maybearound his cock, butIhad a sinking feeling she was about to bite off more than she could chew.

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