Page 65 of Good As Hell

“I bet your pussy says different.” She bites her bottom lip. She knows the truth, just as I do.

Stopping myself from kissing her, I give into the need to punish. “Get on your fucking knees.” Pressing her down, I watch through slitted lids as she obeys.

Something in me kicks into gear as she unzips my pants, taking my dick out. “Open.” Tugging her loose ponytail back, I watch as she licks those juicy ass lips. Taking me in hand, she laves the head, her tongue fat and pink licking the precumslipping from the head. She doesn’t miss a drop. Catching each before they fall.

“Stop playing with me,” I growl, widening my stance. Gripping the other side of her head, I press deep into her throat. Her gaze is soft when it meets mine.

“Hot ass motherfucker.” My eyes roll back as the hot warmth of her mouth encases me. My toes curl from the sensations bracketing my body. Rocking back, I plunge again, slowly fucking her mouth. Her throat is welcoming and a furnace. Tight wetness mingles with the swirl of her tongue is the stuff of dreams.

“Such a good little cumslut, letting your husband have his throat the way I want it.” I look down, watching her beautiful eyes spill from her efforts. Her work and dedication won’t be rewarded, though. This is not about pleasure, but punishment. I tap her cheek, making her open wider, angling so she can take more. Her gawk and gag have a mix of tears and wet spilling down the neck and saturating her pretty titties and tummy.

“Fucking beautiful, but you have more work to do.” Dragging her up I turn her away in a swift motion. “Touch your toes.” She shivers at my command, yet acquiesces beautifully.

Flipping up the gown, I speak with dispassionate succinctness, “We’ll test your limits, since you’re such a bad bitch running from me.” Dragging her panties to the side, I notch the head of my dick at her entrance.

“Shh,” Slowly pushing in on a groan, I promise, “I’m never going to hurt your lil’mama. I’m just going to ruin you.”

The curve of her back dips as she relaxes around my length, allowing me to drive deeper. “That’s it. She can take me. She missed me.” Her pussy slicks at my words. “Jameela, look at how well you doing. Fuccck.”

Thrusting, I bottom out much quicker than I thought. “This motherfucker is so fat, so wet.” The sounds our bodies make areso illicit, even in the darkness of the wilderness. A symphony of wetness of our bodies slapping together.

My grip on her hips is going to leave bruises but the way I’m beating this pussy up, it’s either hold her tight or risk her flying into the ground.

Ass jiggling as she takes me, “Hassan,” keeps erupting from her beautiful lips like it’s a litany of love.

I don’t let it faze me.

“Uh-uh, take this motherfucker you ran from.” Slapping her ass in tandem, I watch it jiggle and shake. She bounces on my dick like a champ.

I feel my crisis rise. Just as I feel her pussy starts clenching as she nears her own climax. I pull out.

Immediately, she drops to her knees.

“So good, sparrow.” I cup her head as she down my dick. “Don’t swallow.” I growl, letting my nut flow into her mouth in hot, heavy spurts.

“Let me see.” The liquid honey of her gaze meets mine as she opens her mouth.

“Swallow.” Not missing a drop, she does as I command.

“You don’t get to come.” Taking her hand, I drag her behind me to the compound.

She’s been squirmingin her sleep all night. Poor baby is uncomfortable. After she pleasured me, we came back here to shower together. I edged her in the shower, taking my fill of her pussy in slow drags, then reacquainting myself with the delicious taste of her.

Every time she got close, I stopped, slowing, taking my attention elsewhere while she begged for me to complete her.

“Nah,” I shook my head. “I bet you couldn’t satisfy my pretty little pussy. She’s weeping for me now.” I mocked her with a sigh, though it was a struggle. Which only made me more determined to punish her for running. Not trusting me as she should. I’ve vowed to find those responsible, and I won’t rest until I do.

I know how it looks, but I don’t care, she’s knows me now. She knows we fit, is aware of all I will do to keep and protect her and Ayaan.

I rooted out those within the palace who thought to harm her. The ones who orchestrated this could have only done so because of the concert.

Baba’s and Sadiq’s investigations showed out-of-state actors, but I know it’s closer to home and if my suspicions hold true, I will be putting more work in.

Once the news Lyric and Ayaan are alive and not under the rubble hits the news all hell will break loose. Another attempt will be made, and this time I’ll have a trap well laid in advance.

Those responsible won’t try to retaliate against the Savalles. No, they wouldn’t be so careless. My connection to the Bastard Brothers is only known to those closest to me. They took the anonymous job to save Lyric’s life. I want to know why. How is she connected to Nikko Savalle and why the fuck is he so protective of my wife? That shit still grates, though she’s assured me they were childhood friends and she thought he was dead — FADE did, too. Whatever the reason or the debt he feels he owes them, he’s inserted himself in my business and for that, there will be a reckoning.

My messy ass little songbird is paying for her distrust beautifully. She squirms so needily. I bite back a chuckle, not wanting her to know that I’m awake and very aware of her dilemma. Poor baby needs to come so badly.

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