Page 161 of Ruthless Legacy

I watch her taking her frustrations out on the bag. “Why?” She huffs, punching it again.

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you just mind your own business?”

“What part of this don’t you understand? You’re my companion. You are my business.”

She turns and launches at me, taking a swing. I duck and grab her arm, pinning it behind her, her chest pressed against mine. Her lips are parted, inviting me to kiss them.

The thought is barely through my mind before I’m acting on it. Doing the one thing I swore I’d never do again, and yet, somehow, it’s suddenly the only thing I can do. She fists my shirt, trying to shove me away, and I do the same, but also pull her closer. I’m fighting against her, against this kiss that I want and don’t want at the same time.

She clamps down on my tongue, the coppery taste of blood coats my throat, then she’s sucking on the injury she caused. I groan into her mouth, grab her hips, and pull her closer.

My thigh is wedged between her legs. I rock her back and forth, working her against my leg, swallowing the needy little gasps she’s making. She breaks our kiss, but I maintain my hold on her.

I wrap her ponytail around my hand, tugging her head to the side. Her eyes close, her neck arched. I tongue the spot where her pulse races as she grinds against my leg.

“That’s it Nem. Work that hot cunt on me.”

Suddenly, I’m falling backwards. She shifted and swept my leg from under me. Now I’m on my back, staring up at her. I fully expect her to move away, but she doesn’t. She straddles me, reaching into my shorts to fist my cock.

Her thumb swipes across the head. I’m already leaking, like a guy who's never had his dick touched before. I rock into her hand. Since she’s holding it, I might as well help her out. She finally takes over slowly stroking me, swirling her thumb across the head on every up stroke.

“This is nice, but I’m a grown man. Your mouth needs to join in on the action.”

“You’re not gonna rush me.”

I sit up, yanking her shirt up over her sports bra, and pulling the bra down to expose her tits. I squeeze them the way she’s pawing at my dick, mimicking her movements. Let’s see how much she likes being teased. I wet my thumb and swirl it on her puckered nipple, then flick it. She groans, fisting me harder.

“You like that? Your tight little nipples want to be in my mouth getting flicked by my tongue?”

She grips my head, shoving her tit against my mouth. “Yeah, suck my tit.”

I blow on it. Enjoying the shiver that runs through her. “I will after you put my dick in your mouth.”

“We are not dick in mouth friends.”

“Then what are we?”

“Hate fuckers.”

I can’t argue with her about that. “This is a one-time thing. I’m gonna fuck you outta my system and we never speak of this.”

“Don’t you mean a three-time thing?”

“The other times don’t count, and this never happened.”

“You’ve got protection?”

I grunt, “Gym bag, pocket.” She stretches her arm to drag my bag closer. I keep my eyes on her as I reach inside, watching for her to change her mind. She leans back and shoves her shorts down her legs -waiting for me to roll the condom on. This time she looks, getting an eyeful of my dick. Her attention makes me even harder. Once the condom’s in place, she hovers over me, guiding me into her heat.

“Your lying mouth says you don’t want me, but your dick tells the truth.” She shivers as she takes me in deeper. “Damn, you feel so thick.”

I’m expecting her to take things slow, but like she said, it’s a hate fuck. A few testing moves is all it takes before she’s riding me hard. Her ass hits the top of my thighs each time.

“I don’t need protecting. I. Can. Protect. Myself.” She grunts with each slide down my cock. “Say it. Say you know I don’t need saving.”

That’s not gonna happen. “I’ll say it when you prove it’s true. As long as I own your ass in the ring, those words will never leave my lips.”

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