Page 112 of Dukes of Peril

“I guess good dental care crosses lines in Forsyth.” I bend down and kiss her, palming her ass under the shirt. Her panties are cotton, soft, and I pull them aside and slide my finger into the warmth of her cheeks. “I’ve been a good boy, right? Going to meetings. Taking my meds. Eating your pussy on the regular.”

Her lips twitch, but she nods, solemnly. “A very good boy.”

My other hand travels up her shirt, tweaking her nipple. “I think I should get a reward for all that good behavior.”

Her eyebrow arches. “What kind of reward are we talking about?”

I meet her eyes. “The thing I’ve been wanting since that first day we watched Nick destroy Perez in the ring together.” My dick goes hard just talking about it. I’ve been obsessed for months. Dreamt about it. Drawn it. Jerked to it. “I want to bend you over–be the first one in there.” I press a wet kiss along her throat, keeping my voice quiet and silky in that way I know makes her shiver. “Nicky had your pussy, and you and Sy… you guys had all kinds of firsts. I just want to be the first one to fuck that tight, pretty ass.” I tug on her earlobe with my teeth. “Please, Vinny? I’ll make it so damn good for you. I promise.”

I accentuate the request by stretching her cheeks and running my knuckle over the sensitive opening. She shivers but doesn’t pull away, instead pushing back against the pressure.

Doesn’t seem like ano.

“Yeah?” I ask, licking her lips apart. “You want it?”

Her eyes are heavy, shining with want. “I think–yeah.”

Fuck.

Yes.

Running a hand up her back I turn her towards the arched opening, the yellow lights of Forsyth twinkling below us. Hooking my fingers in her panties, I hastily pull them down her thighs, bending as she steps out of them. I think about tossing them over the edge, some poor recruit coming across them in the gutter next weekend, but find I can’t do it.

I cram them into my pocket instead, blood buzzing with anticipation. It’s the exact feeling I’ve been frantically searching for all day. The swoop of thrill in my gut. The burst of colors around here, purple and blue and white. The rush in my veins. The tingle of pin-prick stimulation as I cup her round asscheek in my palm, squeezing.

“Here?” she asks, the question carried on a soft gust of wind.

“Here,” I confirm, unzipping my jeans. Nudging my nose into the scar below her ear, I whisper, “What good are wings if you can’t see the sky?”

There’s a stretch of silence, and I worry at first she won’t allow it. But then she turns, just far enough for me to make out the curve of a smirk. “Maybe I’m a bat.”

“No, you’re not,” I say, reaching between us to pull out my dick. “You’re a raptor. No–a dragon.” When the cold air bites at my overheated skin, I mutter a relieved, “Jesus. My dick was about to drill a hole out of there.” I move quick, slotting it in the heat between her thighs, but I find she’s already slick, sticky in a very particular way I’ve become familiar with over the past few weeks. My eyes narrow. “Sy said you didn’t fuck.”

Her puff of laughter is amused but strained, thighs widening for me. “It doesn’t matter how he finishes. He always finds a way to get it in there.”

“Yeah?” I ask, balls tightening as I whisper into her ear. “He finger his cum into you, Vinny?”

She shudders, nodding. “He–we like that.”

I groan, giving my dick a slow thrust through her folds. “You’ve got the best pussy out there, baby. Always so fucking wet and warm.”

I slide my fingers between her legs, gathering her wetness–and whatever Sy’s left for me–then bring it up to her hole, getting her ready. Her back arches, putting that pretty, perfect ass on display. “That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”

My fingers are slick, and I push one in, loosening her up. God help me if I tear into her. Nicky will lose his shit, and Sy? I have no interest in taking a beat down. After everything she’s been through, I’m willing to get her good and warmed up before staking my claim.

“How’s that feel?” I ask, wincing at the throb in my balls. Vinny’s gotten good at knowing what she can take. She has to, being Sy Perilini’s girl.

“Good,” she breathes, glancing over her shoulder. I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her back, kissing her hard as I push in a second finger, stretching her out. She keens against my tongue, rocking back. “God, yes. That’s good.”

I should probably draw it out longer, make her nice and loose for me, but it’s only a couple minutes before I ask, “You ready for me?”

She nods, and my dick lurches forward, desperate to feel her around me. The sound she makes when I fuck my dick abruptly into her pussy is full of shocked awe. “Remy…”

My own jaw clamps down on the wave of pleasure, feeling her so tight and wet around me. “Just getting my dick wet for you, baby. Better than spit.” In my eagerness, I pull out too fast, soothing her mournful groan with a kiss. If I stayed in her pussy, I’d probably come in two pumps, but I’ve been waiting on this for too long. I’m gonna make this last. Slowly, I pull out my fingers and replace them with the tip of my cock, nudging at her entrance. “You tell me if it’s too much,” I say, voice rough as gravel. “I’m not Sy. I can stop.”

I think.

“Remy,” she says, hands gripping the granite ledge, “no offense, but after taking Sy’s cock, I feel like I can handle anything.”

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