Page 99 of Shattered Skull

“That’s right. Cover my cock in your juices, baby. Choke my dick with your sweet little cunt.”

I screamed when my orgasm crashed over me, and he sped up, fucking me through it and pushing me into a second one that surprised me and stole my voice.

When I came down, he pulled out and lifted my shaking body. He turned me, setting my ass on the table and forcing me to lie back. He pushed into me, grasping my hips and pulling me into his thrusts.

His expression was intense, and there was sweat rolling down the side of his face. His muscles flexed, making his tattoos come alive as his body glistened in the light above us.

He leaned forward, pressing my thighs wide as he settled his elbows on the table at my side.

“Where do you want it, baby?” he asked, strain shifting over his face.

“My stomach,” I answered, suddenly wanting him to bathe me in his warmth.

A look of pure bliss covered his face, making his expression go soft before he pulled out and jerked off on my stomach. His cum was hot against my skin. It poured from his dick and splashed onto my body as he marked me as his.

“Fuck,” he called out, the muscles in his neck strained and his eyes clenched closed.

I loved that I could make him feel good with my body—that I could give him the kind of relief he had given me so many times.

He pulled back, gasping for breath, and I reached down, rubbing his juices into my skin and loving the feel of it all over me.

“Goddamn that’s sexy,” he breathed, the side of his mouth tipping into a grin.

He pulled me up, helping me stand from the table, then he kissed me.

“Thank you,” I said against his lips.

He chuckled. “You’re thanking me for fucking you?”

I nodded, nibbling my lip and trying not to smile.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

“The pleasure was all mine, baby. Now go get in the shower, and I’ll order us some food.”

He smacked my ass when I walked away, making me laugh.

When I stepped into the hot water of the shower and rinsed the day away, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, knowing things were going to be okay.

Aiken showered after me, and our food came just as he was coming out of the bathroom. We ate in bed, feeding each other fries, and talking.

“Are things going to change when we get back to Atlanta?” I asked around a ketchup-covered fry.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, are we going to change. Back home, it’s different. You’re Skull, drug dealing racer who owns The Strip.”

He smiled with my words.

“You think I own The Strip, huh?”

“Oh my God, shut up. You know you’re one of the best there,” I said, tossing a fry at him.

He laughed and shoved it in his mouth.

“But seriously— “I said, bringing his attention back to my original question.

He leaned back against the headboard, pulling me back with him. I lay across his chest, running my fingers over his lip piercings.

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