“More,” she whispered. “I want you to show me how you fuck, Luke.” She sounded starved and gorgeous, so I gave her what she wanted. I slid my cock in and out faster, making her breasts shake with every hard thrust, until I grabbed one wrist and pinned it behind her back, pushing her down against the couch.
I fucked her rough and made her feel how much I wanted her. I gave her the pleasure she craved, the pleasure I knew she needed ever since the moment we met in that alley after I put a bullet in her father’s head. She wanted to get fucked by her father’s killer, and I wanted to take my prize for getting rid of that scumbag Justin. She was my toy, my perfection, my heaven, and every thrust, every kiss, every touch made me all the more certain that I’d never let her go, no matter what happened with this dossier, no matter where we ended up.
She was mine.
I pulled back and she fell forward, then turned and climbed into my lap. She thrust back and rode me, sweating already in the humid Philly evening, and I slapped her thick ass, bit her lower lip, gripped her luscious hair, licked her hard nipple. I loved the way her tits bounced, loved her thighs, her arched back, her ass, the way her hips worked. She went faster and I fucked her, helping her along as she gasped, and I pulled her hair tighter.
“Sinking deep into your pussy’s like heaven for me,” I whispered in her ear. “Whenever you’re around, all I can think about is taking you. Come on, Cara, ride my cock. You know what you do to me, don’t you?”
“Tell me,” she moaned. “Tell me what you think of me.”
“I think you taste like heaven and feel like hell. I think you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and when you’re lying there with your ass in the air, your wet pussy dripping and begging for me, I think that’s the best I’ll ever get in life, and that’s more than enough. You don’t know how much I love your body, your lips, those sexy fucking moans you make when I tongue your little clit. God, and when you suck my cock like you’re desperate for me to come in your mouth, it’s all I can do to keep myself from filling your throat. You drive me wild, Cara, you make me want to give this all up and spend the rest of my life in bed with you.”
“Fuck,” she moaned, sweat dripping down her back as she rode faster. “God, I can imagine you fucking me all day long. You can keep me in your room, use me like a toy, fuck me, come in me, get me off, then do it all again when you’re ready for more. Oh my god, I want to be your little toy, fuck.”
I growled and turned her around, pushing her down against the couch on her back and fucked her wildly. I couldn’t help it anymore, the thought of tying her up on my bed and using her like that made me insane with lust. Her eyes rolled back as she lifted her legs and spread them wider, my cock pushing deeper and deeper, and she tightened her knees suddenly, her back arching as she came in a massive, gasping wave of groans and wild pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, the closest I’d ever gotten to some kind of divine experience, and I filled her a moment later, came deep between her legs as her orgasm simmered through her and slowly abated.
I held her against my chest and kissed her. She returned that kiss with a stupid smile on her lips.
“Sometimes I feel like I’m fucking like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do,” she whispered. “Is that bad? Or is it always like this with you?”
“It’s always like this.” I ran my thumb down her lower lip. “We’re only beginning, princess.”
She laughed and pushed me off, then got to her feet. She stretched, naked and gorgeous, and I stared at her body, already feeling myself starting to stiffen again.
She noticed and tilted her head.
“You’re not finished with me yet, are you?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think I am.”
“Good.” She turned and walked toward the stairs. “You’d better come and get me then.”
I stood as she started running up the steps and went after her.
There was nowhere for her to hide and we both knew it. In the end, I’d catch my prey, and I’d take what we both wanted.
But for now, I’d enjoy the game.
20
Cara
The bar was a seedy place at the end of a quiet block on the edge of Old City. Puddles hung around the sidewalks and people walked fast under umbrellas as the rain came down in heaps. Luke parked across the street and killed the engine, then peered out through the drenched windshield toward the black door.