Jacob sat up, wiping his drenched mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, eyes as mysterious as the bottom of the ocean. “Take her. She's more than ready.”
Gritting my teeth, I pulled Marina free. Drool spilled down her chin, wide eyes sparkling and making my cock stiffen even more. I didn't think it was fucking possible.
Lying down in the booth, I peeled the condom free. Marina grinned, snatching it from me with a wink. “Let me do it,” she said.
Chuckling, I folded my arms under my head to create a makeshift pillow. “Be my guest.”
Sitting on her knees between my thighs, she paused with the condom just over my reddish tip. The look she tossed to Jacob was brief; over her shoulder, then away again.
What had they communicated with just a look?
And then she slid the condom over my shaft, and I stopped caring.
- Chapter 31 -
Jacob
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One by one, I removed the buttons of my long-sleeved shirt, air kissing my bare skin.
Through it all, I knelt and watched as Marina ground her hips across Kite's thighs. She straddled him, panties clinging to one ankle, hanging on for dear life.
I had a wonderful view, her perfect waist swaying, ass lifting with each of her movements.
Between her sweet legs, I could glimpse the hungry slickness of her cunt. This woman drove me wild and made me think every vulgar word in the human language.
Shedding my clothes was making me naked, yes, but it was what she did to me that really made me vulnerable.
This was a dangerous game. I'd given her the keys to the softest parts of me, and I didn't think she knew it. Would she ever?
I thought about the men I'd killed. Each of them had left a mark inside of me, buried deep where no one should explore.
I'd killed to keep Kite and I safe.
I'd ended lives to make us money, to build our future.
For Marina, I had killed, too. She just didn't know it.
I wasn't sure I would ever tell her.
The swell of her ass lowered, she impaled herself onto Kite with a low hiss. The sound went into my blood, down into my own cock as it jumped. Smoothly, I detached my belt and lowered my trousers. Palming my erection, I caressed the solid shape through my briefs.
I was made from diamonds, only one thing could melt me.
Leaning forward, I ran my fingers down her spine, felt the sweat pooling. She gasped, like she'd forgotten I was there—but I knew better.
“Shh,” I soothed, sliding her shirt over her head. It was only then that I remembered she'd never put a bra back on earlier.
Those pert, heavy breasts trembled with the rest of her.
Turning, she watched me from the corner of one eye. It wasn't fear or shock that she wore, this girl looked... eager.
Smiling sharply, I nudged Kite's feet away so I could crouch closer behind Marina. My bare chest brushed her back, my belly tightening with her warmth. I could smell her everywhere, yet I inhaled ever deeper. I wanted more.
I always wanted more.
Pushing her hair off of her neck, I kissed the very nape of it. I lavished in her heartbeat through her skin, hugged her to me.
She'd started to slow down, distracted by my presence. Gripping her by the hips, I gave her an encouraging squeeze, lifting her slightly before shoving her weight down onto Kite. Her throaty mewl was ambrosia.
“Don't ignore him on my behalf,” I whispered, nipping the edge of her ear. Her whimper had me smirking, the flush of power swelling my prick. I rubbed it against her, pressed it between us. It seared us both, leaving a shiny smear of precome on her caramel flesh.
Licking her lips, she bowed her head and leaned into me. My palms came around, gingerly stroking the outsides of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff when I finally brushed them; a single, light touch that left her wanting more.
Kite's sudden growl told me he'd felt her convulse. “Fuck, you're tight as hell, Marina.” He drove into her, rocking all of us in the booth.
Her ass bounced against my cock, eliciting a small grunt from me. I made a path down her ribs, enjoying every indent. I loved how my hands fit just right on her waist. Holding her, I nuzzled the sensitive skin under her ear.
She put her hands up, coiling fingers in my hair. I let her hold me, swaying against her spine in time with Kite's thrusts. I grazed her bellybutton, feeling the knob of one hip. When I came close to her clit, she held her breath.
My smile imprinted on her temple. “Would you like me to go further?”
Sweat ran between her breasts, as fragile as her tone. “Dammit, yes, you know I do.”
“True,” I agreed, tracing the groove the elastic of her panties has left just above her *. “But I want to hear you say it.”
I felt her flushing, the warmth pushing through her skin and into mine. Tightening her plush lips, she bent towards me. I moved away, laughing at her hiss of frustration.