When he’s had his fill, and is getting ready to fuck me, I roll away from him and close my legs. ‘Thanks.” I smirk and he fucking punches his own chest.
“You wanna use me, baby, that’s okay. I’ll give you that one for free but next time, it’s gonna cost you,” he warns.
His heated eyes are trained on me and I giggle.
I must admit I do love pissing him off.
Chapter 13
Wrecker
I get up from the bed with my cock in hand and beat one out. I keep my eyes trained on Harlee the whole time, thinking about her warm inviting pussy easing down and impaling itself on my cock, riding me hard and fast. After what just happened it doesn’t take me long to get off, and I spray my load all over her face and tits.
She looks at me in shock.
“You just shot your spunk on my face!”
I smirk and shake every last drop over her head as she wipes at her face.
As she accidentally licks my cum off her lips, her eyes roll back, as if she's remembering my taste from before. Her eyes focus on me, lust filling them. Suddenly, I find myself on my back, head banging off the floor with my still hard dick fully sated inside her.
Goddamn she fits me perfectly. Even better than I remember. Her heat washes over my dick as her pussy muscles spasm around my dick squeezing me so motherfucking tight. She rides my dick like she fucking stole it. I knew I would break her. She fucking loves my dick. Always has.
“Damn, Princess.” I squeeze her ass and brush my thumb over her puckered hole wanting to claim it so damn bad.
She caps her fingers over my mouth and snaps at me, “Don’t speak.”
For once, I keep my mouth shut and hold onto her hips as her tits bounce in my face while she rides me hard and fast. She throws her head back; her hair grazes the tops of my thighs as she moans mumbling something incoherently.
“Fuck, Princess.”
“God, Wrecker, so good.”
I smack her ass. “Carter. Say it, Harlee. Car—ter,” I demand drawing out the sound.
“Never.” She moans.
I smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Say my motherfucking name!”
“No,” she breathes out as I feel her growing closer to getting off.
I yank on her hair ready to pull it out if that’s what it takes to hear my real name leave her lips as she cums all over my dick.
Up and down she pumps her juicy cunt on my dick, showing no mercy as she takes what she wants. I buck my hips pushing deeper in and she braces herself against my shoulder as I meet her thrust for thrust until we are both cumming together. I go to hug her sweaty body against mine and she pushes me away.
“I hate you.” Her hand waves between us. “And this did not just happen. You tell anyone I laid with you again I will shoot you.”
My head thumps back on the floor. I can’t hardly breathe. That was so damn good.
Harlee refuses to look at me the rest of the morning. Daybreak is upon us and we need to get on the road. I take a quick shower and she follows after me having another one as well. I wanted to tell her she had better not fucking wash me away but think better of it. I know she will be under me again soon enough.
She doesn’t speak to me and when I take her to breakfast, she doesn’t say anything at all. She can throw her little tantrum all she likes we’ll be at The Stable soon enough. And when we get there, if Harlee wants to keep up this little act of not wanting me and pretending she’s too good for my dick, there will be plenty of others there who won’t deny me.
The Stable is known for having the best pussy around. If she wants to play games so be it. I don’t do games. I like to fuck who I want to fuck when I want to fuck. If Harlee doesn’t want to be the one getting my dick I will find more than one bitch who will love taking my cock anywhere I want to fucking stick it.
At this restaurant, our server is male and Harlee keeps fluttering her damn lashes at him. Does she think that shit will work with my scary ass sitting here? Motherfucker would have to have a damn death wish to even get near her. Because I will kill him if he so much as smiles at her in a way I deem inappropriate. If the tattoos that cover my arms aren’t warning enough, my fucking grip on his fingers when I hand back the menus should tell him all he needs to know. My message is clear—back the fuck up or get hurt.
“You think you’re real fucking cute, don’t you?” I growl at Harlee as she feigns innocence.