Heat blooms in my center while he finger fucks me, sloshing sounds rising between us with every pump. Getting lost in him takes no effort, his motions so sure and committed that I never want them to end. I want to lose control.
But I don’t want to lose control either. I want power. I don’t want him to win just because he knows how to finger me.
Two can play this game. I lift my head and settle my determined gaze on him, pumping my hips to knock off his rhythm. With a hard thrust, I push toward the desk behind him, reaching desperately into his pants for his cock. His stiff erection greets my fingers and I grip him hard, watching the way his sly smile twists into confused pleasure.
After shucking his pants, I yank his fingers away from my pussy and slide the head of his cock between my puffy pussy lips. My arousal slicks his entry as I pump my hips, lodging him inside me with shallow thrusts. I clutch his waist while watching his cock disappear between my slit, mesmerized by the process.
“You can’t resist me,” I whisper weakly. “See how hard you are for me?”
“Not as much as you’re wet for me.”
He cups my ass and lifts me into the air, piercing me in a swift motion. When he pins me to the wall, he pins my knees to my chest and plunges into me like a piston, shooting squeaks of torment from my mouth.
He growls triumphantly. “That’s right, baby. You like it when I split you open. You’re just always begging for me to fuck you. That power makes you hungry, doesn’t it?”
“You’re…being…mean…”
My nails dig into his back, causing him to groan. He thrusts deep and stays there for a moment, losing his grip on my knees. I wiggle out of place, pull his cock out, and then push him to the ground, straddling his lap to take his cock again. I bounce on him while struggling to pin his wrists, pleasure and irritation coursing through my veins as he fights back.
“You just always have to be on top,” he grumbles while sitting up. He pins my wrists behind me and slams between my legs, the base of his cock rubbing rhythmically against my clit. He grabs my throat with his free hand, smiling mischievously while holding my gaze. “Watch me while you come, won’t you, baby?”
“I…I won’t…”
My protests are useless. An explosion rips right through me, causing my eyebrows to furrow as my mouth widens. He kisses me then, a hard motion that claims my mouth—and me. He’s claiming me right now.
Once my orgasm rolls through me, I writhe out of his grip and slam his shoulders to the ground, riding the wave of pleasure that’s still shocking my system. I pin his wrists and bounce so hard on him that he breaks apart in seconds, coming so hard inside me that I can feel it in my throat.
I collapse to the ground next to him, twitching every so often from how hard I came. The room suddenly feels too bright, all my emotions bubbling to the surface as I hear Soren sigh.
“There is someone I care about,” he whispers. “My nana.”
I blink rapidly while recalling how she looked confused the last time I was there.
“I’m losing her slowly,” he continues. “It’s worse than a bullet to the head.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
He shakes his head and then turns to me, eyes glittering with something like hope. “It’s not your fault.”
“You know, if you want to tell your father we’re a couple, I’ll back you up like that.”
And just like that, those bright blue skies for eyes turn right back into the fucking glaciers of Antarctica. “I won’t crawl back to my daddy like a fucking wimp.”
So much for me being helpful.
Why the fuck do I even try?
***
The long week I have at school is nothing compared to how it feels to be snubbed by Soren. While he remains my business partner, he also remains a fucking thorn in my side, inspiring me to collect a debt without him on Scow Landing. It’s just a bunch of hicks living off the highway. How fucking hard can it be to scare a bunch of dumb Dixie fuckers?
I maneuver my mother’s car into a rundown gas station surrounded by dust and debris, giving the place the kind of appearance I might find walking into a horror movie. But it can’t all be bad with the number of people walking around. Even a few kids play near the dumpster, tossing little snappers at each other’s feet.
After sliding on my sunglasses and parking, I slip out of the vehicle and walk with my shoulders back into the rinky-dink joint, heading toward the office as if I own the place. The lone man inside regards me with irritated curiosity, his comb-over causing me to bite the inside of my lip so I won’t burst into a cackle upon seeing it.
His cloudy eyes sweep over my posh sweater, my tight black jeans, my boots. “Can I help you, ma’am?”
“Alexandra Moretti—you owe my father money as I understand,” I say cheerfully while pulling out a little black notebook. “In the amount of…Oh gosh, that’s quite a number.” I slide off my glasses and wink. “I’ll call it fair if you toss me five thou in cash today.”