Page 9 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Position of power, Wolf. You couldn’t look weak.”
My breathing was too fast to talk coherently. I tried again. “When the king passes by, a wise servant will bow deeply and fart silently.”
He laughed and gasped as I squeezed his erection hard.
His finger slipped inside, and he tightened the pressure from inside to out.
“A dangerous game.”
“Gives us a chance to talk.”
“Fuck talking.”
He dipped low long enough to pull my shorts and panties down past my knees. They got caught on the buckles of my boots, but I was freed from their confines. Like Missile wisely said, dripping and slippery was much better. I turned and planted my hands low on the truck’s running board, presenting Wolf with my bare ass.
He stroked my skin and then ran his dick through my wet pussy.
I spread my feet as much as I could, even though they were constrained and felt the stitches of my underwear’s elastic give way. With an arch of my back, he slipped home, and a wave of bliss slipped through me. This was mine. No one else coerced or forced me to give and receive the pleasure I experienced with Wolf. He was the right fit, the right blend of dangerous and thoughtful— the perfect partner who gave me as much pleasure as he took.
His dick planted in deep, and he paused there, filling me up. The pressure from his powerful hands trapped my hips in place. Then he flexed, gaining just a bit more ground and pressing upward. His balls and legs added pressure to my clit, which was trapped in place by my closed legs and the angle of our lovemaking.
Eventually I would have orgasmed with only that pressure. But he knew me better. As he drew out, he rocked forward, causing the friction to press against my clit from the inside. Back in, rocking upward to catch the outside and each time, working more quickly and violently. Soon it was primal and frantic. I added slight cants of angle to match the speed and friction, giving him better access to the right spot inside.
He thrust deep and tensed. I risked slipping a hand between my thighs to press hard on my clit.
I cried out, unintelligible and urgent.
My pussy spasmed as he twitched once, then froze before letting out a shuddering groan of pleasure. His dick pulsed deep inside, and he rocked against my ass, trying to prolong his orgasm.
“Oh Meghan, Fuck, you’re beautiful. Fuck you’re my…” The next word was a groan instead of anything verbal. But a million words could fit. All of them pleasurable. We fit, he and I.
He was power, and I was —
Was it something I’d been created to be? Or was it who I already was? Sometimes fear made me wonder if I’d been warped into someone else’s vision. But that woman wouldn’t revel in a hard fuck in the middle of a junkyard. Nope, that was all mine. I owned this. I’d picked Wolf as the man to share pleasure with, and with that choice, I gave him every ounce of courtesan skill in whispered secrets and fantastic lovemaking. He was becoming the man he wanted to be. And I was in his shadow, building the balustrades and strengthening his foundations. What I asked in return was as simple as two pinkies finding each other in the firelight.
A promise. That’s all.
Chapter Three
“About time you finished.” Jackson leaned against a stripped Explorer. He took a drag on his cigarette and carefully studied the stack of cars in front of him, instead of looking in our direction.
“Shit.” Meghan hurried to pull up her shorts, but they were tangled on the buckles of her boots. I stood between her and Jackson and got my shit tucked in a whole lot easier than she did. She cussed the entire time. It was cute as fuck, and I was about two seconds from telling Jackson to fuck off when she did a last little jiggle to get her boobs settled properly in her corset. Looking at her, I got distracted.
“Sprout will escort them bitches to the lake house, so they can keep his wife company. Ain’t letting Nationals know about her if I can help it.” Jackson ground out the butt under his boot.
“I’ll head up with— ”
“You ain’t going nowhere. Least not anytime soon. Their little stunt got attention. You gotta prove to me that this shit you got going won’t interfere.”
Meghan slipped her hand out of mine and took off toward the gate. I followed her progress and met Jackson near the main path, so I could watch as Sprout, Missile, and my girl got gone.
“She’s trouble.” Jackson lit another cigarette.
“The best kind.”
“You sure about that?”
I tilted my head to study his expression. He wasn’t angry, more distracted than anything. “What’s got you spooked, Nonno?”
