Page 59 of That Girl is Trouble

Fuck. Me. I rip her head back to stop her from going any farther, but I can’t completely pull out. Not now. Not when it feels this good. Just a taste. Just this one time.

I clear my throat. “All good. Gimme, uh”—I glance down at her, at her big eyes, the smile wrapping around my dick—“gimme, like, ten minutes, yeah? Close the door on your way out.”

Neither of us moves until the door of my bathroom slams shut, and I wait until I hear a second door close, telling me Graves is outside of my apartment, before I speak again.

“You’re seriously fucking pushing me, woman,” I growl. Without letting her respond, I push my dick farther into her mouth. She gags and chokes, the sound echoing across my small bathroom as I bottom out against her throat. But I hold her there, not letting her breathe, not granting her relief until I’m good and ready.

Pulling her head back and forcing her to look at me, I slip my cock out of her mouth and drag my thumb over her lips, smearing that gloss over my skin before I bring it to my mouth and suck it off. The tension in my neck unwinds. Cherries.

“You won me, Axe,” she whispers again. “Tell me what you want.”

If I was a better man, I’d hesitate. I’d stop and think and remind myself of all the reasons I can’t be doing this with her. But there’s a wet, naked woman kneeling at my feet, and that pretty mouth of hers is making it surprisingly easy to ignore everything else.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat, Kitty. I want your eyes on me. The whole time. Got it?”

She nods.

“Words, Kat. Use your words.”

“Yes,” she rasps.

The moment that word leaves her mouth, I’m sheathing myself back between her lips.

I’m not gentle with her. Maybe it’s the anger still simmering from last night, or maybe it’s because I want to show her I can’t possibly be what she wants. I’ve come to understand her a little. She likes things that get her blood moving. She likes to feel alive, and maybe that’s why she’s drawn to men like Jesse, men like me. Bad men.

Men like me don’t do soft. We do hard, fast, rough, and dirty. I’ll show her that. I’ll show her what it means for me to claim a woman’s mouth. Maybe then she won’t be so eager to get on her fucking knees for me.

I slam into her throat, over and over again, thrusting hard and ignoring her gags and the choking and the gasps for air. Gripping her chin, I pull her taut to my body, forcing her to swallow every inch I’m giving. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t break my gaze. Obeying me, eyes on mine like I’d told her.

“That’s a good girl, Kitty,” I murmur. I jerk my hips forward, pulling another gag from her throat.

Kat wiggles her body closer to mine and grasps the backs of my thighs. Tears stream down her cheeks, and the choking sounds filling up my shower turn to moans. I almost fucking blow in her mouth right then. She fucking likes when I handle her this way. She likes how rough I’m being with her.

“You don’t swallow when I come. I want to see it.”

She nods. This time I can’t bark at her for not speaking it out loud, because her mouth is stretched wide over my dick, and I’m fucking her throat so hard it’s a wonder she can get out any sounds at all.

My balls tighten, the muscles in my stomach clenching as my release spills into her mouth. “Fuck,” I grunt, pulling her close to me, my fingers tangling in her hair as I press her down hard on my cock, her throat contracting as I take her, claim her.

I pull out, and as I asked, she opens her mouth wide, showing me the spunk coating her tongue.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

Kat smiles and obeys. As she’s licking her lips clean, I pull her up by her hair, thrusting her back into the tile of my shower. Her tits rise and fall with every ragged breath. I know what she needs. I know what those eyes are begging me to do.

But I won’t touch her. Not in the way she wants.

Grabbing the showerhead off its perch, I switch it to pulse and then angle it between her legs. Her cry rips through the silence of the room, and I slam my hand down on her mouth to muffle her moans.

Pulling her close, I let her cling to me as I press the showerhead harder to her clit. Her body shakes, and she digs her head into my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. Her nails slice down my skin, surely leaving marks. More marks on my body today because of her. And fuck me. These I like. These I want to wear for days.

When she comes, I hold her tight so I can feel the tremor move through her, her skin on my skin, her hard nipples pressing against my chest.

Face flushed, hair soaked and plastered to her face and neck and shoulders, legs shaking. And naked. Wet and naked.

Sexy as fucking hell. Goddamn.

A quiet falls over my small bathroom. Not like the silences Kat tries to avoid. No, it’s a good kind of quiet. We stare at each other. We breathe. I hold her body tight to mine because I can’t quite let her go yet. Minutes tick by. And then the quiet, the calm, turns into a silence I don’t like.

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