Page 29 of Property of Necro
“Givin’ Necro somethin’ to look at the next time he fucks you.”
I snort. “Really?”
“Yeah. I like seein’ you wear my cum.”
Stretching my arms above my head, I blow out a satisfied breath. “Me. Too. It feels good. And you… eating me after.” I kiss the tips of my fingers like a chef would. “So hot.”
“We taste good together,” he reasons.
“We do, huh?” I flash him a lazy, lopsided grin.
Wiping through my pussy with twofingers, Rot collects a little taste of us and presses it to my lips. I suck him in without question and moan around the burst of flavor across my tongue. He’s right. We taste incredible together.
“So good, right?” He waggles his brows.
I nod, pleasantly exhausted. “Yum.”
Smiling like a sweet, sweet man, not a hardcore biker, Rot helps me from the floor onto his bed. He rushes to the bathroom and is back a moment later with a warm washcloth, which he uses to wash me up while still leaving the cum in my pubes.
“They’re gonna get crusty,” I tease.
He shrugs. “Maybe. But Necro will know.”
“Is this a game you play?”
Rot cocks his head to the side in question, reminding me far too much of his friend and club president. “What do you mean?”
“Like you each fuck your women and use her to make the other jealous?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “We’re not jealous.”
“Then why leave the dried cum?”
“So, he knows I’ve been there when he fucks you next.”
“And he’s not gonna care?”
Rot shrugs again and leans down to kiss my belly button. “He told me not to fuck you.” He whispers against my skin and looks up. His eyes flash in defiance as a dark grin transforms his face into something equally sinister and sexy.
“When?” I push a piece of hair off his forehead as he nuzzles my stomach.
“Inhis office.”
“When you were fighting?” I guess.
“Yeah.”
“Do you fight often?”
“Not really. Only about this stuff.” He gestures between us.
“Women?”
Rot nods once.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” I offer, hoping he wants to. Because I want to know everything. When you spend the majority of your adult life soaking up intel to use against others, every crumb, every morsel, leaves you wanting more.
He leans back on his knees. “No. It doesn’t change anything.”
