Cruel Intoxication (Underground Kings 4)

Her effort to be better.

Damn, what a woman.

I flip the water on by pressing the touchscreen against the wall. The water is already at the desired temperature. I tilt my head back as the water splashes against my body, head to toe. I rub my hand down my chest, and my fingers dip into the divots of my abs until the trimmed bush around the base of my cock scratches the callouses against my palm.

Daring to look down, the water cascades down my nose, and I stare at the hard, angry shaft pointed up at me. The tip is blood red, the veins protrude and pulse with need, and pre-come leaking from the slit drips over the helmet of the crown. I fight the urge to wrap my hand around myself and lean my arms against the wall, knees buckling with how much my sack is throbbing to release all that pent-up come

I think about our kiss, those sweet lips that have never felt anything other than mine, and my hand slides down the slick wall.

“Oh, Jolie,” I whisper her name as I lay my head back against my shoulders, circling my palm around the swollen girth. It’s been so long since I’ve thought of anyone while I jacked of, and I hardly remember what it’s like. “Fuck, oh, that’s it, baby. Ride that cock,” I say to the ghost of her I’m imagining in my head.

She’s in control.

She’s calling the shots because she needs to be in charge, and I have no problem with it because Jolie is riding me like she owns me. Her tits are perky, small, a little less than a handful, and they are goddamn perfect. Her nipples are the size of a rosebud before they bloom, red and tight. My hands are on her as I move her faster against me, grinding that sweet clit against me so she can double the stimulation.

Jolie is tight and hot, fucking everything I could dream of. Her hands land on my chest to gain better leverage as she moves like a damn wave, crashing against me over and over again. Her moans are loud, she’s vocal, telling me what she wants, how much she likes my cock deep inside her, touching all the forbidden places that no man should ever be allowed to touch without permission.

But she’s mine.

She’s all mine.

“Jolie, that’s it. Bounce on that cock, just like that.” Every time she rocks forward, I thrust up, not wanting an inch of me to be out of her sweet pussy.

She’ll whimper my name and warn me that she’s about to come.

I move my fist faster, fucking the tight space I’ve created for my pleasure. My forehead thuds against the wall as I chase this dream, this fantasy of having her, and it’s the best fucking moment of my life because we waited.

We waited until she was ready, and there is nothing that feels better than that.

Jolie collapses on top of me, gyrating her hips and moaning as her orgasm shakes her body. Her pussy tightens and spasms around me, and her wispy pants graze my ear as she rides out the ecstasy.

The feel of her grasping her pleasure and my cock at once has me tumbling over the edge. I tell her to take every drop of me, hoping she becomes pregnant with my child. I want nothing more than to be a father. That opportunity was taken from me once, and this is my second chance.

“Jolie!” My orgasm has my hips jerking as I come, painting the wall of the shower with thick white streams. “Fuck.” I continue lazily jerking my semi-hard cock, milking every drop of built-up seed. When the seventh and final rope leaves me, I collapse against the wall, away from the mess I’ve made, and take a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. “Holy hell,” I gasp as the water washes the front of my body.

My head is dizzy, and my legs tingle as my body comes back to life. I shut my eyes and rub a clean hand over my face. I’m a goner. I’m fucking toast. Jolie has got me wrapped around her damn finger.

Shaking the last bit of the daze

the orgasm gave me from my head, I wash my hair and body. The water loosens the tight muscles in my shoulders and relaxes me from the rough day. Hearing her talk about what happened to her again wasn’t easy. I want to kill that bastard all over again. No one fucks with what is mine.

No one.

I punch the screen in agitation and turn the water off. The peace from the orgasm gone and is quickly replaced with anger. The bastard is dead but that doesn’t mean shit. He’s alive and well in her memories, and only time and love can help fade the nightmare of her captor.

Water drips off my hair and down my face, so I run my fingers through it and brush it back. I grab a towel from the hook and dry off my body before wrapping it around my waist and tucking the edge in so it doesn’t fall off me. I brush my teeth, bomb my hair, debate if I want to shave, and honestly, I don’t fucking feel like it.

I’m exhausted, and I want to sleep. I have no idea how complicated the next few months are going to be. I need all the sleep I can get, especially if there is a heist job happening soon. We’ve been out of commission for too long due to the last job. We nearly exploded into pink mist and it has taken awhile for Heaven’s leg to heal. Now that it has, he does physical therapy build up his strength.

After that, we are going to get back to work. It’s another reason why he’s eating so much, so he can put on weight and gain muscle.

Ambling toward the bathroom door, I shut off the light and walk into my bedroom, forgetting all the problems in the world. If I’m to slay fucking dragons, I need a good night’s sleep.

A sniffle has me lifting my head and rubbing my eyes. Jolie is sitting on my bed, crying, and she has her arms wrapped around her legs.

“Jolie? Jolie, what’s wrong, what happened?” I rush to her side.

“You left. You were gone when I woke up and… I missed you.”