Page 111 of Retribution
“Fucking hell,” Grant sighs. “Shop talk is turning into vigilante activity, isn’t it?”
“You’re an asshole.”
Grant shoves me under the water, and I sputter as it goes up my nose and into my mouth.
“I wasn’t under the impression that water boarding would be part of washing my hair,” I complain.
“For once, hush,” he growls, kissing me hard. “I’ll help you find that place soon. Your plate is more than full at the moment.”
Grabbing his shoulders, I jump up to scale him like my own mountain. It takes a little more effort because our skin is slick, but Grant chuckles and hoists me up.
He continues to wash my hair with one important distinction: his face is buried in my tits. His tongue licks over my nipples before biting each one, my moans getting louder as I perfume.
“We don’t have time for this,” he says, sucking hard on my nipple until I cry out. “Fuck…”
“Why aren’t you?” I taunt.
“Fine.”
Grant presses me against the cold tile, his cock rolling over my arousal as he continues to kiss me.
“Uh-uh,” Lucas barks at the door. I whine, but there’s no real alpha bark in his words. “No fucking until I get some food into you.”
“Damn,” Grant mutters, his prickly cheek rubbing over mine. “I had a feeling I was going to get cock blocked. Sleep with me tonight?”
“I’m not aware of what the sleeping arrangements are like,” I tease.
“They’re whatever you want them to be,” Lucas says. “Grant.”
“Fine.”
Grant pumps body wash into his hands and begins to pay very close attention to my breasts. I can’t help but wonder if he’s doing this to piss Lucas off.
“Screw it. I suppose that’s close enough. There’s clothes on the counter,” Lucas says, leaving the room.
“I don’t want to let you go yet,” Grant growls. I can feel his cock teasing me, and I manage to move my hips until he’s at my entrance. “I can’t handle being this close and not feeling you wrapped around my cock.”
“Then don’t.”
Easing himself inside of me, I gasp as I feel his size as it stretches my walls. His piercings feel so good as they drag along my nerve endings, and Grant’s jaw slackens as he groans.
“Naughty girl,” he rasps.
“Punish me, Daddy,” I sass.
“Gladly.”
Grant holds the globes of my ass as he fills me up with his dick, keeping the pace hard and fast. He doesn’t use the wall, he simply uses gravity to fuck me.
“Yes,” I whimper, living for the fact that he threw caution to the wind.
“We are going to be so late,” he grunts. “Bad girls get punished.”
“I thought that’s what you’re doing,” I cry out, feeling my orgasm threaten to crash down on me.
I don’t think we’ll be that late joining our pack. My alpha is dramatic.
“Should I let you come, Little Nightmare? You asked me to fuck you, but does that include a happy ending?” he smirks.
