“You’re going to learn to take my fat cock, little lamb. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, and you’re going to gag for me.” His lips devour my neck as his hips buck forward like a rodeo horse. I hold on for dear life, squeezing my walls around him, jerking and rotating my hips, riding his shaft. His girth spreads me wide open, and I look down, needing to see us. Watching as he enters me, fucks my tight hole, claims me, sends me over the edge. Lips kiss and bite at the flesh of my neck. One hand holds my ass, his other wraps around my throat.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he cries into the night as his hot cum floods my insides. I follow him over, my pussy spasming, milking him. When our breathing slows, he lowers me down, rummages for my jeans, and slips them up my thighs before taking the panties from my mouth and using them to wipe the cum dripping from his tip. My back burns from the trunk of the tree rubbing against it. My insides feel swollen. The ache in my pussy makes me crave more. It’s hard to walk on weak legs, but we make it to his car without words.
What happens now?
Chapter Nine
Adams
Driving an hour back to Lola’s place with her scent coated on my fingers and cock is a form of torture. My cock is already hard again and straining against my slacks. I can’t look at her without wanting to pull over and eat her pussy. I want to suffocate in her juices. She felt better than any fantasy I could conjure up. Her tight cunt squeezing me, taking everything I had to give.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing way out here?” I finally ask, gripping the steering wheel, trying to focus on something else.
“I was here for Simon.” She sighs, looking out the window.
His name on her lips sends a wave of rage sweeping through me. “You can’t fuck him anymore. Not if you want him breathing,” I grind out. The thought of him taking her explodes in my brain, making me want to take a gun to my skull.
“What?” She snorts, her head spinning in my direction. “No. We don’t do that. He’s a friend. A good one.” She chuckles, shaking her head like I said something ridiculous.
“You haven’t fucked?” I turn to her, seeing amusement in her eyes.
“No. He admires the female form and will kiss and play, but he prefers the male variety.”
Well, that makes my rage unwarranted. Shit.
“He’s gay?” I ask to make sure.
“He’s…” she waves a hand at me dismissively, “complicated.”
“Does he live out there?” I frown, still unclear what’s she was doing out there but glad I followed her here.
“No.” She shakes her head, sadness taking over her features. “His stepfather did terrible things to him and was recently released from prison.”
The trauma I sensed on him. Fuck. I’m an asshole.
“Wait, his stepfather lives there, and you were going there?”
“I wanted to see if he’d returned there. Simon has been a wreck.” She folds her arms—the tell-tale sign of her feeling worried, fearful. What was her plan if she did find his stepfather?
“Lola, I spoke with the witness.” I glimpse at her to see her reaction.
She fidgets, drumming her fingers against her thigh. “Oh?”
“I took care of him,” I tell her honestly. I don’t want secrets between us.
Her small gasp has me turning my head to her before moving my eyes back to the road. “What does that mean?”
“It means I will close the case. I promised to keep you safe, and I will. You were attacked, and you defended yourself. You just went beyond defense, but with your past, it’s understandable to me.”
“You love me,” she exhales out of nowhere, bewildered.
Pulling up to her apartment, I cut the engine and turn to lift her chin with my hand.
“What I feel for you surpasses love, reason. It’s binding, uncontrollable, part of me. I don’t understand it, but it drives me.” I know it shouldn’t be possible, it’s madness, but if this is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “How? How can that be?”
“It just is.” I drop my forehead to hers. I can’t pretend to understand it. It doesn’t make sense. But fate brought us together. “It was inevitable, little lamb.”
Her lips, soft and gentle, kiss mine. “Take me inside.”
We crash through the front door in a frenzied state of need. Her scent intoxicating, bewitching. Kicking the door closed, we both strip out of our clothes, hungry, fucking ravenous. She guides us to her bedroom, her hair wild from my hands running through it, lips bruised and swollen, chest heaving with need, pink, hard nipples begging for attention. I want to devour her whole.
Pushing her back on the bed makes her tits bounce. I’m on her in the next breath, casing them with the palms of my hands, squeezing, my tongue lapping at her fevered flesh. I grind my cock against her wet folds before kissing a path down her navel. Hooking her thighs over my shoulders, I tug her body against my face and swipe out to lick between the folds of her pretty pink lips. I eat her, kissing, sucking at her clit, fucking her hole with my tongue tasting myself there.
“Come on my face, Lola,” I plead, swirling my togue around her throbbing clit. She’s wild, bucking her hips, grinding on my face, her little fist balling the sheets as she gives herself over to me, her pussy throbbing, her release soaking her and my chin. She glorious.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I bite her ass cheek, leaving my mark before spreading her cheeks and licking her tight little knot with the tip of my tongue.
“Adams,” she begs.
Covering her body with mine, I slap her ass. “Spread your fucking legs, little lamb. I need to fuck you now.”
She parts her thighs, and I enter her with one swift thrust, causing
