Ruthless Sinner (Ashby Crime Family)

I wiped my face clean and smiled. “I love it when I get to cross shit off my never-ending to-do list.

Virgil grunted and shook his head. “And I’m the crazy one?”

I laughed, feeling amped up. Invigorated. I felt good, and I wanted, maybe I needed to hang on to that feeling for a while longer. And there was just one person I wanted to see, wanted to feel good with.

After a hot shower to make sure all the blood and gunshot residue was gone, I stepped back into the living room in my part of the house and stared at Mo. She was curled into a ball while she napped on the sofa. She looked peaceful. Relaxed. Usually, her guard was up, her protective barriers firmly in place, a smart-ass remark perched on the tip of her lush lips.

But here she looked like a real sexy woman, all curves and femininity. All softness. I didn’t know which side I liked more, but right now I just wanted her, and asshole that I am, I slammed the bedroom door hard enough to wake her.

Her eyes flicked open and she sat up quickly, chest heaving as she looked around the room before her gaze finally settled on me.

“What the fuck, Jasper? Is everything all right?” With a hand to her chest, her skirt falling about her, Mo leaned back against the sofa and took in the sight of me, in nothing but a towel.

Heat flared in her eyes along with the hate and the anger, and yeah, a little bit of hurt too. But the heat was what I focused on as her eyes slid from my pecs to my abs and down to my cock, already hard and twitching to get close to her.

“Everything is fine, Mo. Could be better, though.”

“Does that mean I can go home now?”

I took a step forward and shook my head. “Why would you want to go home?”

“Because it’s my home,” she said on a sigh as she crossed her legs.

“I’ll let you know when you can go home, Maureen.” I closed the gap between us and dropped down to my knees, hands on her thighs, our gazes locked together. “Right now, we have some unfinished business.”

“Right.” The word came out on a shaky, breathless voice. “You want to fuck me.”

I nodded. “As much as you want to fuck me.” She could deny it all she wanted, but Mo wasn’t a liar. She was a lot of things—a whore, a flirt, a smartass, a good waitress, and a damn good fuck—but not a liar.

“Says who?”

“Me,” I growled and pushed her dress up high and spread her thighs wide. She wore a scrap of sheer pink over her pussy that was easy enough to rip off her body. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her telling me all I needed to know. At her defiant scowl, I slid a finger deep inside her pussy and crooked it until she moaned.

“Ah,” she breathed and let her head fall back.

“Wet just at the sight of me,” I told her with a laugh.

“I guess I’m a sucker for a hot body,” she shot back and spread her legs a little wider. “What do you plan to do about it, Jasper?”

“I plan to fuck you,” I told her as I leaned in and flicked my tongue over her clit. “First with my mouth, then my fingers.” Her pussy clenched around my finger, so I added another. “Then my cock.”

“Jasper,” she moaned and wrapped her fingers in my hair, gripping me right where she wanted me. “Shut up and lick.”

I would make her pay for that comment. Later. For now, I gave Mo exactly what she wanted. Hell, it was more like what she needed. Give her pussy a nice long lick, and she was putty in my hands. Two fingers buried in her cunt, I licked her slowly, watching every emotion as it crossed her face.

Mo never took her eyes off me. She gripped my hair, swirled her hips fucked my mouth as I licked and sucked her cunt. Only when her orgasm was ready to burst free did she close her eyes and tighten her grip on me.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Jasper.” Her legs trembled even after the orgasm left her body, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

“So good.”

“You do love a good cunt lick.”

She laughed. “And you lick a mean cunt, Jasper.”

Her gaze turned serious and she shoved my chest with her foot. “But you didn’t come up here just to give me an orgasm.”

She stood and slowly unbuttoned the white dress that seemed far too innocent for a woman like Mo and let it fall to the floor before she stepped away from the pile.

“No,” I swallowed at the sight of her pale skin, big tits, and pale pink nipples. “I didn’t.”