Page 43 of The Echo of Violence

“I bet if I slipped my hand inside your panties now, I’d find you dripping. Wouldn’t I, Jinx?”

I switch to her other boob before she can answer, not wanting it to feel left out. I grind my cock against the edge of the table, hoping the bit of pain will stop me from coming the second I slip inside her slick heat.

“Oh, God.” She throws her head back, which pushes her chest out even more.

I cup her tits with my rough hands, my thumbs brushing the nipples on each, before I pull back and pop open the button of my fly. I pull a condom from my back pocket, then yank my cock out, giving it a couple strokes before pulling Jinx off the table and spinning her around. I ignore my jeans as they drop to my ankles. Instead, I slide the condom on as Jinx slides down the zipper of her pants. When the waist gives a little, I yank them down to her thighs, seeing what she means about them being difficult to maneuver in and out of.

With the material keeping her legs together, I push her until she’s at a ninety-degree angle over the table. I step out of my jeans and bend down, hooking my fingers in the purple G-string nestled between the cheeks of her ass. I tug it down, revealing a glistening pussy that’s mostly smooth, save for a little strip of hair I can just make out from this angle.

I can’t resist having a taste. I lick her from her ass to her pussy before dipping inside and slurping her arousal. Knowing I’m going to shoot all over the floor like a teenager if I don’t get my shit together, I stand up and move behind her.

“Tell me what you want, Jinx.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast, Eightball. Don’t hold back.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” I thrust inside her, making her scream.

She holds on to the edge of the table as I plow into her over and over again. The feel of her intoxicating. She’s so fucking wet that I can feel it dripping down my balls and so tight it’s almost painful. The fact that she can’t open her legs at all only adds to it. I grip her ass and squeeze before giving it a slap, getting satisfaction as I watch it jiggle with each thrust.

“Fuck me, never seen anything hotter than watching my cock disappear inside you. You feel so fucking good, Jinx.”

She murmurs something as I thrust into her hard.

“That hard enough for you, or do you need more?”

“Give me everything you’ve got,” she hisses.

“You asked for it.” I wrap my hand in her ponytail and yank her head back, exposing her neck for me. I sink my teeth into her pulse point, not enough to break the skin but enough for her to recognize the situation she’s found herself in.

Her pussy flutters around me, spasming hard as I use my free hand to grip her throat.

“My baby likes it rough, huh?” I groan into her ear.

“I’m not your baby,” she manages to choke out before I squeeze a little harder, cutting off her air.

She clamps down on me, making me roar as she milks my cock. She whimpers as she comes, her whole body shaking under the force of her orgasm, before I release her throat, and she sucks in some air. I let go of her hair and press a kiss between her shoulder blades before I ease myself out of her.

“You okay?”

“Mmm” is the only response I get. I grin at how docile she is after fucking. I’ll have to remember that.

“I’m going to get rid of the condom and find something to clean you up with. Do you need anything else?”

“Water,” she croaks out as I slip the condom off and tie a knot in it.

I pull my jeans back on before heading to the upstairs staff restroom. Once there, I toss the condom and grab the pack of wipes I find on top of the counter—I don’t question why they’re there, I just take them—before I jog down to the bar and signal to Jasper that I’m taking a bottle of water.

He takes in my disheveled state and tenses before nodding. I can’t keep the grin off my face as I make my way back to the storeroom, only to find it empty. I look around before returning to the bar and glancing around. When I still don’t see her, I head outside, wondering if she slipped out the back. But there’s no sign of her anywhere. Where the fuck is she?

After twenty minutes, I give up and toss the water bottle and wipes in the trash before heading to my bike, pissed off. I don’t read into why. I know we didn’t make each other any promises, but I didn’t expect her to leave before my cock was even dry.

I ride back to the compound, my dick getting hard as I replay what happened tonight. My head might be pissed, but my body is in a much more forgiving mood.

Walking inside the clubhouse, I find it busy as usual. A couple of club girls are doing a striptease in the corner, with another two giving a couple of brothers a lap dance. I find it ironic how thinking about the redhead makes my dick rock solid, but the second I take in the live porn show, it starts to deflate. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.

I spot Scope and Mercy near the bar. Mercy’s hands are flinging around wildly as she talks, but Scope’s face is hard and unyielding. Kaz walks over and scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder before disappearing with her.

“Beer,” I grunt at Spoons as I step up next to Scope.

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