My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison 3)

“Is that so?” I ask.

“Oh, very much so.” She chuckles, her laugh hypnotic. Jacinta leans down until she is almost face-to-face with my cock, and I look down at her, my brows scrunching together. “Haven’t we, little man?”

“Did you just call my cock little?”

She gives me a slow laugh, then rolls her eyes before she walks, still naked, to the kitchen. Her incredibly small kitchen. Actually, the whole house is tiny. My closet is probably the size of her house. “He doesn’t take kindly to those words,” I tell her.

She peers back over her shoulder, her hair flicking as she does. “Is that so? And what do you plan to do about it.”

When I don’t respond or make a move, she turns and goes back to making herself a coffee. I pull my trousers back off and stalk toward her, pushing my naked body against hers from behind.

“Does he feel so little now?” I ask.

She turns, so her body is still touching mine, with a can of whipped cream in her hand. She shakes it and squirts some into her mouth, swallowing before she licks her lips.

My cock bounces at the sight.

Fuck, it’s been hard from the moment I woke up next to her.

“Maybe I need a closer inspection.”

I pull back, and she shakes her can of cream before squirting it all over my cock. She bends down and licks it off before taking me into her mouth.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Jacinta’s head moves, and the can drops to the floor as she grips my balls in one hand, the other at the shaft of my cock, then she starts moving in a perfect motion.

I never stay the morning after having fucked someone.

Is this what I’ve been missing out on?

I pull her off my cock and cup her ass, lifting her so she sits at the edge of the counter. She grins at me as if she knew what I was going to do and opens her legs so when I step in between, I can slide straight inside her.

“Maybe only a little, little,” she says, which in turn makes me push in more forcefully, making a scream rip from her throat. It’s a good scream. One of pleasure, not pain. Because she leans forward and wraps herself around me as I fuck her sweet little pussy.

I’ve never enjoyed breakfast more.

We’re back on the floor—it seems to be a common theme. Jacinta gets up first this time, checks her phone, then addresses me, “You need to go,” she says as she heads to what I am guessing is her bathroom. “Thanks for the sex. Show yourself out,” she calls before she disappears through a doorway.

Getting dressed, I follow the sound of running water. I find myself in a small bedroom with an even smaller bathroom attached.

She steps out of the shower and her eyes find mine. “Why are you still here?” No woman has ever asked me that. Not ever. Usually, I’m the one asking that question. “My son is on his way home, so it’s time for you to leave now.” She drops the towel and puts on a bra before she pulls on clean panties. “I’ll see you at work on Monday, Beckham,” she snaps when I haven’t moved.

I’m lost in my own head trying to work out why I’m still standing here when she’s clearly ready for me to leave. My head snaps in her direction and I smirk once I come back to reality. “Thanks for the fuck. Call me when you want to go again.” I’m already walking out when I hear her voice carry through the door, “Don’t count on it.”

I chuckle as I leave and get straight into my car. While I’m reversing out, I see Glenn standing outside of his house.

Fuck.

He waves, and I stop.

“It’s good to see you,” he says. I simply nod in response. “You know I would love if you come inside.”

“That’s not going to happen,” I tell him, my eyes finding the window I used to sneak through all the time. I lost my virginity in that house. That house holds way too many memories—mostly good—but I’ve grown, and the last thing I want to do is go back down memory lane.

Glenn taps his hands on my door to gain my attention. “Jacinta is a nice girl,” he says, smiling and stepping back. “Have a good day, Beckham.”

I pull away, wondering what I’m going to do about the employee whom I like to fuck.

Chapter 19

Jacinta

"So …” Rylee starts. Oliver runs into the house and straight to his room to play on his PlayStation.

“Yeah?”

“When did my brother leave?” Her eyebrows shoot up. “Is this a thing, or not really a thing? Because I saw the way he was with you and know it’s not a first-time thing,” she finishes.

“He left, and it’s nothing more than what it is.”