Hostage (Predators MC 3)

“I’ll pay him for the rest of the night.”

“That’ll be expensive!”

“It’s my treat,” Jackal grunted, moving toward her other nipple.

Penni’s eyes started to roll back in her head, but her eyes were held by the image above her. A mirror above gave a view of Jackal. His ass was magnificent, his skin tan, and his muscles coiled as he moved. She could climax from looking at his body.

He moved to the side, rubbing his cock between the folds of her pussy. Penni couldn’t see the balls of the piercings she had seen when she had given him a blowjob, but she could feel them against her skin, giving her friction that had her ready to jump into the unknown pit of desire where she was afraid she wouldn’t find an opening to reach air ever again.

“Jackal …” She bit her lip when she felt him enter her.

“Babe, it’s going to be all right.”

“Maybe you should take a couple of those balls off.”

“Babe, trust me; you’re going to beg me to get more.”

Where would he put them? They already traveled the length of his dick.

Penni’s curiosity disappeared when he tried to put his cock in her pussy.

“It’s not going to fit.” Penni began to panic, slapping his back when he began to laugh.

“You had a rubber dick in your nightstand, and you’re worried about how big my dick is?”

“I told you I never used it.”

Penni trembled as he worked his dick into her. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. He looked like he was in more pain than she was.

“Woman, you’re tight …” Jackal raised himself, bracing a hand beside her head. “Sweet Jesus … You feel good.”

Penni circled her hips, trying to make him move faster. His slow movements were sending shockwaves throughout her until it was everything she could do not to scream.

Their playing around fell away as the intensity built between them. Instinctively, she rocked her pussy as he thrust inside of her. Pleasure enveloped her as she sank to the bottom of the pit of fire.

Penni shut her eyes, afraid Jackal would see the emotions rolling through her body.

“Open your eyes.” Relentless, he moved harder and faster inside of her. He then tugged her hair until she opened her eyes. “Watch.”

Penni gripped his shoulders, unconsciously digging her nails into his flesh. Trying to hold on to him was the only way out of pit that was consuming her.

She screamed and heard Jackal murmur something, but she couldn’t make out his words. Her climax was so close she could only writhe with each of his strokes.

“Penni …” He was calling her name, each syllable leaving a mark on her heart. “Penni!” he shouted, grinding his cock so high into her that she shattered into a million pieces.

She wasn’t aware she was crying until Jackal shifted to his side, brushing her tears away.

“Babe, did I hurt you?”

Penni shook her head. “You’re not going to give it back, are you?”

The ruthless man that Ice had made his enforcer knew what she meant. “No, I’m not giving it back. It’s mine.”

36

“Think I can make it?” Penni leaned over the pool table, lining up her shot. Her tight jeans had more than one of the Predators sauntering over to watch the game taking place.

Jackal leaned on his pool cue, appreciating the sight of her ass bent over the table.

“Take your time,” Stump said appreciatively, sitting on a bar stool that he had pulled over to watch.

Jackal gave him a warning glare as she made her shot.

Penni gave a loud whoop, casting him a gloating smile. “You owe me a beer.”

After setting his pool cue on the table, he put an arm around her shoulders before leading her to the bar.

The brothers were gathered, making it hard for them to find a spot.

“You’ve eaten enough of those brownies she made. Move.” Jackal let Penni have the last stool at the end of the bar. He reached for the platter, seeing Buzzard maneuvering it toward him.

“That wasn’t nice,” Penni reprimanded him for making Buzzard move, giving her sweet smile to the meanest brother in the club. “You should be more polite, like Buzzard. See? He saved the brownies so you can have one.”

“Buzzard? Polite? Shit, how do you think he got his nickname?”

Penni reached out and took one of the brownies, breaking it in half. She gave him the other half. “Why?”

“Because he would eat the beak or the feet of a chicken if he was drunk enough.”

Buzzard nodded proudly, as if he were honored.

Penni’s eyes narrowed on Buzzard in interest. “I’ve wondered how they taste. I’ve seen them prepared on cooking shows, but I’ve never been brave enough to eat them myself.”

“They taste like fucking chicken.”

Jackal shoved himself in the spot between the two.

Penni gave him a baleful look. “You have no sense of humor.” She reached past him to take another brownie, giving the whole thing to him this time.