Page 90 of Queen Of WildCards

“Comeon,Ace, admit it.”Inipped at his lower lip, my tongue smoothing over the surface asIteased his mouth with my own. “Tellme you want this.Youwantme.”

Isquealed as he grinned in my face and tipped the chair backward, toppling us both to the floor with a maniacal laugh.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE

ACE

Theidea was a solid ten.Tippingus over to get the upper hand on her was the only wayIknewI’dbe able to dislodge her and possibly loosen my bindings.WhatIhadn’t counted on was the absolute agony of landing on shoulders stretched too far, adding extra pressure on already tortured limbs.

Andmy cock, the smug fuck, hadn’t bothered to free himself from the confines of her tight, willing hole.Infact, as her full weight fell atop me, she inadvertently sank down on the whole of my length and ripped a fucking feral, animalistic groan from my lips asIfilled her to the fucking brim and she clung to my shaft like a second skin.

I’dfought this desire for so long, and now it was all in vain.She’dmanaged to get what she wanted, which was my cock inside her.

ButI’dnever give her my complete submission, my surrender.Shewouldn’t get that.Neverthat.

“Whydo you have to make everything so damn hard?” she complained, her legs still straddling me, though the feeling of being filled to the brim must have been a bit of a consolation prize, if her languid smile was any indication.

“Untieme and find out how hardIcan make things,”Isnarled, teeth clicking as they snapped together like a croc’s.

Heranswering smile was addicting.Itspread over her face slowly, like a color-changing mood ring, one great wave of alteration that left me breathless, thoughI’dnever admit it.

“You’dlike that, wouldn’t you?”Herhands splayed over my chest, andIstruggled to breathe as the full implications of her skin on mine struggled to the surface of my addled mind. “Iwon’t be untying you anytime soon, mister.You’lltake whatIgive you with a fucking smile on those pretty lips of yours.”

“WhenIget free–”

Shedidn’t give me a chance to finish the threat.Insteadof listening to my verbal abuse, she rose up on her knees and fell back down on my waiting cock, bouncing eagerly atop me as she wrecked my whole fucking existence.

DenyingIwanted her wasn’t an option anymore.Imight not have admitted it out loud, but my body told her whatIrefused to–she could read it in every rise of my hips as she pulled herself up off my length, in every shallow breath as her body swallowed me whole again, relentless, desperate, needy.

Ilay there, in pain and irritated beyond belief, with a beautiful woman bouncing on my very eager cock, dragging my soul from my body with every little salacious moan that fled her lips like a bird regaining its wings.Ifelt parts of me tear apart, rended limb from limb as her nails scored little red trails down my chest, her eyes rolled back in her head like an overwhelmed goddess taking her pittance.

Myshoulders flexed once more as she let the gun drift away from my head, my wrists twisting in the slightly less tight leather.Myfall had done more than just upset our balance–it worked to partially free me.AndifImanaged to get all the way free–andIwould–I’dshow her how big of a mistake she’d made here.

Fuckthe gun.Fuckmy life.Ineeded to take back my control.

“Jesus,Ace, you feel so fucking fantastic inside me.”

Herhips rose and fell in a serpentine fashion, much like a cobra in the hands of a snake charmer, but instead of me luring the movements out of her, she lured matching ones out of me, my hips rolling in time with hers, the dance between our bodies like the most beautiful, perfectly choreographed duet.Hell, it was like watching an artist paint the finest art, each thrust like a brush stroke, each moan a dip in the paint.

Theurge to take over grew with every secondIlay there beneath her, buried inside her, and nowIcouldn’t remember whyI’dfought her in the first place.Surelythere wasn’t a good enough reason on the planet to deny myself the pleasure of fucking this absolutely divine pussy.

Hell, no wonder my men were so gone for her.

Myleft wrist slipped from the grip of the belt, and soon, my right followed, and beforeMissStantonhad a second to process what was happening,I’drolled us so she was under me, the chair abandoned, my arms braced on either side of her head as she pointed that gun right between my eyes and stilled with my cock still inside her.

“How’dyou get out?” she gasped, her hips canted as that delectable body sought out my touch, the movement she’d been in charge of until moments ago.

Iquirked a brow and looked past the muzzle of the pistol, our eyes locked in a battle of wills as my lips spread in a feral grin.Sweatdripped off the end of my nose and onto her cheek, but she didn’t seem to care.Herhands stayed steady, and her eyes never wavered.

“Youdon’t use a man’s belt as a restraint,MissStanton,”Igrowled, thrusting against her pointedly.Sherewarded me with a little squeak, and my smile only grew wider. “I’mwell-versed in the finer uses of that strap of leather, and you did it wrong.Perhapssomeday soon,I’llteach you how to really restrain someone with it.”

Irolled my hips again and she moaned this time, her cunt fluttering prettily around me as she rocked against me and wrapped those long, supple legs around my waist, riding me from below.Soon, it was allIcould do to hold onto my sanity as she shuddered around me and her eyes fluttered closed, that gun wavering just enough–

Itwasn’t an opportunityIplanned to miss.Witha flick of the wrist,I’ddisarmed her without even stopping my thrusts, still rutting into her like a beast on the filthy concrete floor as her eyes flew wide and followed the trajectory of the pistol.

Hereyes weren’t so brave anymore, now that she didn’t have anything to defend herself against the beast above, butIwasn’t going to hurt her.

Notanymore.

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