Page 11 of Small Town Beast

“Wait,” she said.

“Just keep the money— it’s alright.”

“Wait, Mister Bailey. Hold on a minute.You need this too. Right? That’s why you came here and talked to me.”

“Maybe,” he rasped.

“That’s right. So come here…”

He allowed her to pull him closer until their bodies were touching again. He stared down at her, and she stared up at him through her eyelashes. Her heart was pounding. Again she had the thought that once he must have been very handsome. His features were harsh and chiseled, except for the melted side of his face that made her a little sick to look at.

But she’d been wrong about him. He wasn’t so bad at all.

The ugly man stroked her waist. Lower, his hands circled. Lower.

“You better be sure, chocolate.”

Why not walk away now? She should take the money, call Bee, and go home with her pussy unbreached. She should thank God for putting this nice man in her path and saving her from a lifetime of regret.

But Tanya had sold her soul to the devil long ago. And forgetting his face, and his race, and every horrible thing he stood for, it had been a veryverylong time since Tanya had laid down with a man. His big, rough hands began squeezing her ass again, flipping up the dress to play in her pussy, again...

They enteredthe room and he backed her into the wall. She moaned as he knelt and pulled her panties down. The gusset was creamy and stuck to his fingers as he balled it up.

“Wait.” He stood up and took the Kimber out of his waistband, laying it on the table.

“You were strapped the whole time?” She asked nervously.

“ ‘Course.”

He knelt again, pushing her knees apart. This. This was his favorite fucking thing. Her pussy juice gleamed like pearls. Saverin slung one leg over his shoulder and parted her center, his body reacting to the sight and scent of a female, waking up old urges.

“Okay?” he grunted.

In reply she buried her fingers in his hair and jerked his head forward.I like this chick.He sucked long and slow on her clit.

“Oh!” she cried.

For the first time in months Saverin felt alive, electric. It was probably a peahead move to suck off a hooker he’d just met– but consequences meant nothing to a man who had escaped death at his own hand. He was ready to feel everything tonight. Already, gripping the girl’s ass and holding her in place as he tongue-fucked her, he felt better than he had in months. Honing in on her button, he had the pleasure of feeling her clutch up tight, then orgasm all over his tongue, her cream squirting into his mouth. And it tasted like what?Strawberries.

The girl was shaking head to toe when Saverin let her leg fall gently back to the floorboards. He was shaking, too. He was panting like a dog. Her taste was all over his lips.

“I can’t b-believe you did that,” she said. “Nobody ever did me that.”

She might be younger than she looked. How much younger? Surely no less than twenty. He cupped her throat, feeling her pulse beat rapidly under his fingers. She was fucking gorgeous. He began tugging open his jeans.

“You got someone lookin’ out for you downstairs? A man or something?” he asked roughly.

“No.”

“You like to live dangerous?”

She put up her chin. “I can defend myself. Everybody says this side of town is scary for us, but I’m not afraid.”

Her eyes told another story. She had to be skittish coming in here to trade her body with these rough confederates downstairs. These men were as like to beat and rape her as pay her pennies for her services. It happened all the time. Eugene himself had been known to take his extra cut in pussy whether the girl was willing or not. The thought had Saverin in a rage already.

He shouldn’t give a shit. This girl here wasn’t nothing to him– she wasn’t even his race. Not long ago he’d warned his cousin Roman of the dangers of “polluting” their bloodlines with these females. And look at him now.

Hypocrite.

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