Page 56 of Run Little Killer
She moans, fingers twisting in my hair as she deepens the kiss. The spin cycle starts, the vibrations of the washer beneath her intensifying as I hammer into her relentlessly.
Mewls of pleasure slip from her throat, egging me on to go harder, deeper, imprint the outline of my piercing into her cervix.
Her grip tightens in my hair, heels digging into my ass as her inner walls start to spasm. I break the kiss, nipping at her earlobe as I whisper, "Go on, come all over my dick, darlin'."
She rolls her hips, changing the angle in the slightest as she chases after her release. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breaths ragged as her body trembles beneath me. Her mouth hinges open and her head tips back, a string of well-fucked curses falling free as her cum coats my shaft.
My balls tighten, a rush of heat rolling down my spine as I empty myself inside her tight wet heat, fucking her right through our mutual orgasms.
I rest my forehead on her shoulder as I pant to catch my breath. Her fingers loosen in my hair, sliding down to my neck as she caresses my skin. We stay like that, unmoving, until the spin cycle tapers off and the machine settles beneath us. With a sigh, I ease out of her, tucking my spent dick away and helping her down.
Her bare tits heave, as I reach a hand behind my back,jerking my shirt off. I pull the grey fabric over her head, tugging it down her body. I step back to take in the sight of her, lips swollen, a dreamy look in her eyes and my cum sliding down her thighs.
I sinkdown to my knees, dragging my fingers through my cum and shoving it back into her weeping cunt, further staking my claim. She gasps at the intrusion and I place a kiss to her mound before scooping her up into my arms.
“Mine,” I growl.
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NIX
"Think we're close to being done here?" I murmur to Rhett, adjusting the stiff collar of my button-up shirt.
"Fuckin' hope so," he sighs, rolling his neck.
We've been standing guard for what feels like hours now, the sun brutally beating down on us. Because of course it's abnormally hot for October today, and it doesn’t help that we're dressed in black from head to toe like we’re about to bury someone.
I’d rather be burying my cock deep inside Lennon's cunt.
Shifting my weight from foot to foot, my eyes trail to where she’s loitering nearby, sitting against a tree reading some trashy magazine she brought along from the clubhouse. Warren gave us a questioning look when she climbed off the back of my bike, but never said anything, and Mav didn't fight Rhett when he told him that her coming with us was non-negotiable. The old bastard gets away with that shit since he’s the boss’ right hand man.
I pull at my collar again, a bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck. I suppose I don't have any right tocomplain about the miserable heat given why we’re here. This job is a show of good faith to Warren to make up for the one we botched. Still, I'm ready to get the hell out of here and these damn clothes.
Like undeserved mercy, the door swings open, Warren's personal bodyguards stepping out first and heading straight to their blacked out SUV.
"That'll do it, fellas," Warren announces as he steps out, slapping a hand on my shoulder. "Tell Mav thanks."
"Will do," Rhett says, tipping his head towards him.
We watch as they load up, doors slamming shut, gravel crunching beneath the tires as they pull out of the abandoned warehouse’s decrepit parking lot. As the taillights fade out of sight, we stalk towards our bikes, Lennon sexy ass already standing beside them waiting.
"Ready to go, darlin'?" Rhett asks, pulling his kutte from the saddle bag and slipping it on.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
"Gonna start towards Englewood," I answer, pulling my own kutte on.
"Oh," she breathes, a little crease forming between her brows.
I meet her gaze as I tie my bandana around my face. "That's where you were headed, wasn't it?"
"Uh, yeah," she stammers, carding a hand through her hair.
I slip my hat on backwards and tug on my leather gloves as the silence stretches between us. With our gazes still locked, I study her for a long moment, trying to get a read on her expression. Her jaw is tight, eyes flat and dull, like the smoke that curls in the air after you smotherout a fire.
"You done eye fucking me, ya creep?" Lennon huffs, propping a hand on her cocked hip.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk. "With my eyes," I murmur.
