Confessions of a Litigation God

Whipping her shirt off, I bend down and kiss her chest right between her br**sts. Moving my head side to side, I lick a wet line over to one nipple, circle it a few times with my tongue, and then head over to the other one to pay it equal homage.

My hand goes between her legs, swiping my fingertips through her folds.

“So wet. Can’t wait,” I murmur against her lips.

I quickly undo my jeans and push them down just far enough to pull my c**k out and move my balls clear of my zipper. I’m so consumed by burning need that I merely guide myself to her entrance and slam home with one hard push.

Mac cries out in pleasure and moans, her breath rushing out hot across her lips. I start thrusting in and out of her, over and over again, fueled by a raging need to make her come… make me come. I’m not gentle and luckily, Mac can take it, so I f**k her hard… I mean, really hard.

“I love the way you feel inside me,” she stutters through the pounding I’m giving her body.

Fuck, that is sexy hot, her trying to talk but barely able to because of how ruthlessly I’m driving into her. It makes my h*ps move at a frenzied pace, ferociously racing to get us both off. I lurch and heave inside of her, f**king her almost in savage desperation, my ass cheeks clenching hard on each deep thrust inward.

“Do you like the way I f**k you?” I grunt from the exertion. Placing my teeth over the tender skin just between her neck and shoulder, I bite down.

Mac jerks against me, moans super loud, and stammers, “Y-e-e-e-s. ”

“Do you want it harder?” I ask as I lick over my bite mark.

“God, yes. ”

Rearing up, I pull her h*ps all the way off the edge of the counter and place my palm on her chest, pushing her down so she lies flat.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull out and slam in so hard that I swear the end of my c**k hits something inside of her. Mac just moans in ecstasy and says, “Harder,” and that fuels me on more. I shove and slam myself into her, over and over again, grunting and cur

sing because it feels so f**king good. I hurtle toward the most transcendent orgasm I think I may ever experience, feeling Mac tighten up all around me, her inner muscles clamping hard on my dick.

She starts shaking as she cl**axes and tears are leaking from her eyes as she calls out, “Yes. ”

It’s enough… it’s what I was waiting for. Watching Mac come is the sexiest, most blistering thing in the world, and I jet violently inside of her, my h*ps heaving uncontrollably as I groan out my release.

Oh, God. Oh, f**k. That about killed me.

I practically collapse on top of Mac, gasping for breath and leaning my head on the bottom of her chest, which is rising and falling with her own labored breathing.

“That was insane,” she says as she brings her hands up to slip her fingers through my hair. She rubs my scalp soothingly and I sigh, nuzzling in between her br**sts.

“We’re completely depraved,” I say, pushing my head harder against her fingers. “I thought I might break you there for a minute. ”

She laughs in amusement. “It felt so good. You have complete permission to hammer at me that way any time you want. ”

Eventually, I’m able to get strength back in my legs and I push myself off Mac, tucking my dick… which I think right now may definitely be broken after that round… back in my jeans.

I start to reach a hand out to help her off the counter when her phone starts ringing. She had set it on the kitchen counter last night along with her purse. My eyes stray over to it, and I can clearly see the Caller ID says “Cal Carson”.

Mac leans over and slaps at the phone, sending the call through to voice mail. She turns to look back at me, and there is a tinge of guilt on her face.

“Why is Cal calling you?” I hope my voice is calm, because if it comes out sounding like the anger flowing through me… well, that won’t be conducive to a good talk.

“We’re friends, Matt. Just friends. ”

“I don’t like it,” I tell her honestly.

I really f**king hate it.

“You don’t have to like my friends,” she says quietly, her eyes dropping down to her hands, which are resting in her lap.

“You can be friends with him, even knowing what he did to me?” I accuse, and her gaze snaps back up to me. “I mean… you do know the sordid details, right? You know his friendship has no loyalty, don’t you? And that’s the type of friend you want?”

Mac stares at me in sympathy. Yes, she does understand how this makes me feel. I can see it on her face.

I hate to do this, but I really don’t think I can handle Cal being closely involved in my life again. And if he is friends with Mac, and she is mine, then that puts him too close in my book. “Mac… I don’t know if I can do this with you if Cal is a part of your life. ”

Mac’s eyes warm further. She grabs my t-shirt and pulls it back over her head, threading her arms through before hopping off the counter. Taking both of my hands in hers, she grazes her thumbs over my skin, no doubt in an effort to calm me.

“Matt… if you want me to choose, then I choose you. Always. But before you ask me to do that, will you at least hear me out?”

Instant relief filters through me. She said words that apparently I needed to hear—if evidenced by the physical reaction of appeasement my body just acknowledged. I pull her in close to me and wrap my arms tightly around her back.

I pin her flush against me, caging her in… not willing to let her go.

“Will you?” Mac inquires. “Just listen to me… for five minutes… and then you can ask me to choose if you want. ”

Pulling back, I look down at her with a grimace, because I f**king sure as shit don’t want to hear a damn thing about Cal Carson. But I also know that she’s only asking me to listen, and she’s still offered me what I want… to cut Cal loose, so I go ahead and nod my assent.

The sooner I can listen to her nonsense, the sooner we can put this issue to rest for good. Because I know in my stubborn heart of hearts, she’ll never be able to say anything to ever convince me that Cal deserves a second chance with me.