My movements were fast. I slid off the bed, taking her with me. Standing at the edge of the mattress, I positioned her so she lay on the bed in front of me, her legs raised to my chest. I wanted to watch my cock pump into her, wanted to see her pussy take it. Gripping her ankles, I bent her legs at her knees. My gaze was firmly on her entrance; she was swollen, wet and ready, and I was having trouble concentrating. My usual level of control of the situation had slipped as I chased my release.
I thrust in hard and grunted loudly at how fucking good it felt. Carla took me all the way and her pussy contracted around my cock. She wasn’t far off an orgasm, and fuck, neither was I. Keeping hold of her ankles, I withdrew and thrust hard again. Her eyes rolled closed and she lost herself to it while I pounded into her. I shifted my gaze back to watch my cock slamming in and out of her. My balls tightened, and my breathing picked up as the familiar sensation rushed through me.
“Fuck!” I roared as it hit, and I thrust into her one last time. I stilled and let the pleasure take over. I’d been right; she’d given me one motherfucking good orgasm. My senses drowned in it, and my mind and body exploded from the pleasure. I was lost to the world in that moment, nothing and no-one could have dragged me from its grip.
As I came to, I realised Carla was moaning and grinding herself into me. I released her ankles from my hold and let them rest against my shoulders as I leant down to her. Grasping her neck, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My lips were demanding and she responded with her own exacting kiss. Her hands came up around my neck and she clung to me as she continued grinding into me.
“Havoc…need your fingers in me…fuck me,” she panted between kisses.
I knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to give it to her. Moving my hand down her body, I worked her clit to bring her to orgasm. My dick was still inside her and I felt her pulse around me as she frantically fought for what she wanted. When she came, she didn’t scream out like most of the women I fucked. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth bit down on her lip as her face fell to the side. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she stopped breathing for a moment before finally expelling a long, satisfied breath. When she turned her head back to face me, she opened her eyes and gave me a slow, sexy smile. And then she simply said, “Fuck.”
Shit, she was beautiful, but in that moment, she was fucking glorious.
I pulled out and lowered her legs. She stood and curled her hand around my neck, pulling me close for a kiss. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom to clean up your cum because you fucked me without a condom,” she murmured in my ear.
Fuck.
I’d been so distracted that I’d forgotten the fucking condom. “Shit,” I muttered, eyeing her. “I’m clean, but fuck, I’m sorry.”
“I’m clean too, and on the pill so no worries there. Guess we got a little carried away,” she said before leaving me to sort herself out.
I took a minute and watched her go before sitting on the bed and dropping my head into my hands. Christ, I hadn’t had sex that good in fuck knows how long. But it had gone way too fast. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from having her straight away, and already I wanted to take her again. Running my fingers through my hair, I stood. The night was young, and she hadn’t taken my cock in her mouth yet. She’d promised me submission, and I intended to have it. I intended to fuck my need for her out of my system.
2
Havoc
Two Weeks Later
“Get the fuck up, motherfucker,” I demanded, keeping my eyes trained on the asshole on the floor in front of me, vigilant of his sidekick standing to my right. Any lapse in concentration on my behalf, and his friend would take me down and fuck my agenda to buggery.
The guy on the floor slowly began to move. He clutched his ribs where he’d taken a good beating from me. But he was taking his sweet-ass time—time I didn’t have to waste.
Reaching down, I yanked him up hard by his shirt collar and yelled at him, “For fuck’s sake, what are you? A fuckin’ pussy who can’t cop a punch?” Once he was standing, I shoved him back against the brick wall, and pulled my phone out. Looking at the guy to my right, I said, “Move the fuck next to your friend while I make a call.”
He scowled at me but did what I said, and I put my phone to my ear while it rang.
“You got them?” Griff snapped into the phone.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Be there in a minute,” Griff said before hanging up on me.
I slid the phone back into my pocket and eyed the two idiots in front of me. Dickhead Number One had ripped off King, the President of the Sydney Storm chapter for more than $20,000. A clear example of a man without a brain. Dickhead Number Two was in for a lot less, but had pledged allegiance to Dickhead Number One, which made him just as much of a fuckwit.