“You on my cock.”
Turning, I grin. “At the club, we weren’t fully nude. I want to show you everything like I never did with them.”
I shake my ass as I slide off my panties. Bending forward, I wave at Ford between my legs. He growls at my teasing and pats the bed.
“Oh, I should get myself hot before I shimmy over to see you.”
Ford exhales hard again like a raging horny bull. Turning about to face him, I laugh at his expression then caress my nipples.
“Mmm…this feels good,” I sigh, licking my fingers before teasing my hard nipples again. “So good.”
“I hate you,” he growls.
“I’m not ready. Let me prepare for your throbbing manmeat,” I say, laughing as soon as the words pass my lips. “Manmeat.”
Ford sits up, losing his temper. I can’t imagine what he’s like at a strip club. Does he grab the girls and go caveman on them too?
Ignoring him, I turn and sway to the music. My fingers slid slowly over my bare skin, ending between my legs. Closing my eyes, I imagine Ford touching me.
“Shay,” he growls again.
“Hush,” I say, glancing at my phone. “The song only has seven more minutes. I’m sure I’ll be plenty wet by then.”
I flinch when he climbs out of bed and rushes at me. I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not to be flipped over so my legs are flying in the air.
“Ford!” I cry, thinking he’s knocking me down.
Holding me upside down, Ford murmurs, “Yes, Shay?”
“What are you doing?” I ask, placing my hands on the floor in a panic.
“Getting you wet.”
“No, wait…”
Ford lifts me so my thighs hang over his shoulders and my ass straight in the air. I want to complain until his tongue tastes my pussy and I lose the ability to speak. Ford isn’t playing around. No teasing, just deep tongue fucking until I’m a babbling wet mess.
Even lost in the pleasure, I take his cock and stroke it. My tongue licks away the pre-cum, causing Ford to groan as he forces me over the edge.
“Shit fuck crap!” I cry as he sucks until I hang limply from his arms. “I give up.”
Ford bites my inner thigh. “And the song isn’t even over yet.”
“Asshole,” I laugh.
Ford turns towards the bed and lets me tumble onto the tussled sheets. I twist onto my stomach and give his cock a lick.
“Want me to suck you?” I purr, swinging my heeled feet. “Is it my turn to make you scream now?”
Ford caresses my head then shakes his. “I want to fuck what I just tasted.”
Grinning, I roll over and spread my legs. “Come and get it, big guy,” I say, using my fingers to spread my pussy for him.
Ford shudders as he fills me with one hard thrust. I shudder too at the way he opens and stretches me. The way his cock owns me, until I’m desperate for more. Beg, lie, cheat, or steal, I’ll do anything to belong to Crawford Reed.
44
Ford
No Normal Funeral
Shay looks fucking gorgeous when she arrives for Tiny’s funeral. I gave her cash to buy new heels. These are black, matching the dress she borrows from Darby. I know I shouldn’t be sporting an erection at a funeral, but Shay is the sexiest creature in the world.
“Why are you smiling?” she whispers.
“You’d know the answer if you looked in the mirror before leaving the house.”
Leaning against me, Shay stares into my eyes with her sexy gray ones. I hate seeing her so open and it makes my heart hurt. I really can’t be soft at a club funeral.
Shay’s hand slides into my jacket to where my gun is strapped.
“This isn’t a normal funeral,” she whispers.
“No, it’s not,” I say, playing with a lock of her hair blowing in the wind. “Something fucked up is going on with the club and in different parts of Little Memphis. No one’s really talking about it. Silence pisses off people and makes them tense.”
“I’ll stay close to you and keep my mouth shut.”
“Good girl,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “I’m glad you’re here. Dealing with these fuckers is easier when I have something pretty to look at.”
Shay smiles, but she’s nervous. Others might not notice, but I know her now.
We enter the church after Joker. He walks with Darby holding onto one arm and Amanda the other. They sit near the front of the church while I find Pax in the back watching a video on his phone.
“I’m bored,” he says. “No one is paying attention to me.”
I know he’s fucking around because we’re always on the outside at these functions. It’s our own fault too. We’ve never played well with others.
“Is this what you look like when sad?” Shay teases, sitting next to him. “Will you cry soon? Should I find you tissues?”
Pax grins. “Is your friend Baby hot?”
“Her name is Bebe and she’s a dog,” Shay says, leaning her head against my shoulder.
Pax grins. “Invite her to dinner, so I can make sure she’s worthy of your friendship.”
“She’s not into guys. Hardcore lesbian.”
“Lesbian, huh?”