Page 32 of Poisoned Pawn
“Ahhh, fuck!” she groans, her voice low and hoarse.
I keep going, licking up the full length of her body, both hands gripping her hips. When I reach her mouth, I whisper, “I’m going to eat your pussy, then when I’m drunk on your juices, I’m going to fucking wreck it with my cock, Star.” I dip my head, nipping at her bottom lip, then move lower and shove her bra up over her tits to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck hard, rolling it round my tongue as I slip two fingers back inside her. I fuck her with my fingers, biting down on her nipple and grazing my teeth around the hard peak.
“Holy…fucki—”
Her cry cuts off as I drop to my knees, tug her thong to the side and draw her clit into my mouth as I continue my assault with my fingers—pumping in and out over and over. My mouth floods with saliva in anticipation of her impending orgasm, and the walls of her pussy convulse as she comes apart on my tongue and fingers.
I lick her clean as she comes down from her release, then rise to my feet and free my cock, wrapping my cream coated fingers around it. Her hooded eyes find mine as I stroke my hand up and down my shaft, sliding easily over my Jacob’s ladder.
Her tongue swipes out, wetting her lips, and her hips buck involuntarily as I lick the palm of my other hand then wrap it round my dick. I hold out the two fingers that were deep inside her not two minutes ago, and say, “Open.”
Her mouth opens before I’ve even finished asking, and I shove them inside, all the way to the back of her throat and causing her to gag. My dick jumps in my hand, and I pump it a little faster.
“You’re going to be choking on my fucking cock like that soon.”
She pulls back, releasing my fingers with a pop.
“Do you remember what it feels like to have me inside you, filling you up?”
“I remember every fucking second,” she says firmly, then adds, “Haven’t been able to get it out of my head.” This time her words are quieter like she’s embarrassed to admit it. And while I’m not embarrassed, I am hesitant to admit exactly how much thoughts of her have consumed me since that night two weeks ago. I sense her reasons are far different than mine, and I intend to find out but later. First, I’m going to get my second taste of this beautiful and complex woman.
“Are you ready,” I ask, stepping closer and brushing the head of my cock along her slit. Gripping her thighs, I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. The rope around her wrists takes some of the weight allowing me to tease her a little more.
“Fuck me, Carter,” she purrs, her head dropping back in pleasure as I let my cock slip forward so she can feel each barbell pierced through the underside of my dick. “Oh god!” she pants.
“There is no God who could do what I’m about to do to you,” I growl, my swollen head resting at the entrance to her pussy. “Get ready to scream for me, baby,” I say and slowly lower her down my shaft, stretching her wide, until I’m fully seated inside her. “Good girls always scream when bad men do dirty things to them.”
Then I fuck her.
I fuck her so hard that she’s hoarse from screaming my name.
I fuck her through two orgasms before I find my own release, and even then, I’m reluctant to stop.
Despite the cool night air, sweat drips down my face and covers our bodies making us a hot and sticky mess. Lifting her off me, my arms shaking with exertion, I lower her legs back until the tip of her toes touch the ground.
“Star?” I question, and she raises her head from its resting position on my shoulder.
“Carter,” she replies, her voice a husky, honeyed timbre that goes straight to my dick. Her head wobbles like she can barely hold it up. Pride at wrecking her so beautifully rips through me. I loosen the rope, wrapping an arm round her and taking some of her weight, then lean her against the tree on unsteady legs as I finish untying her.
Once the rope is removed from her hands, I lift the hoodie back over her head, unable to resist sucking her nipple into my mouth.
“Fuck, no more,” she groans even as she arches her back, her body defying her mind.
“Not tonight. I like you fractured but not broken, Star,” I tell her as I finish covering her up and tuck my semi back in my jeans. After helping her put her jeans and shoes back on, I grab the rope then lift Star into my arms and carry her back to the car. She’s almost comatose by the time I reach it. With no room on the back seat, I put her in the passenger seat, clip her seatbelt on and recline the chair enough she won’t end up with a crook neck when she wakes.
Star sleeps for the rest of the journey while I struggle to focus on the road as my thoughts turn to what it is about her that has the ability to switch my humanity button. Something I’ve not touched base with in years.
Whimpers snap me from my thoughts, and I glance across at her as she shifts, a frown creases her brow and her head whips side to side. I reach out a hand and gently brush her cheek. I had hoped it would soothe her, but her gut-wrenching cry quickly shits on that theory.
Star Kavanagh might be a name I know, but the woman behind the name is a mystery to me. A mystery that has hooked me, pulled me in, and I intend to uncover every dark and dirty secret she’s hiding.
Somebody hurt this woman.
That somebody, whoever the fuck they are, is going to pay me in blood.
CHAPTERTWELVE
STAR