Her fingernails dug into my arms where she’d been rubbing her hands up the length of my biceps and shoulders. I felt the prick of each nail digging into my muscle, so deep that I knew she might very well draw blood.
Hell, even the thump of my headache—which had never gone away or dulled in power—couldn’t stop the way that I enjoyed each and every second of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock like it never wanted me to leave.
She cried out loudly in my ear, and even the resulting throb inside my head couldn’t stop me.
With a grunt and a jerk of my cock, I started spilling myself inside of her, unable to stop even if I’d wanted to.
“Uhhhh,” I grunted out as a burst of semen rushed from my cock, finding a very deep home inside of her.
Just the thought of me leaking out of her pussy was enough to have me bursting even more inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she breathed in my ear. Much quieter this time.
I moved my mouth to her neck and bit lightly as the last dregs of my release pulsed out of me.
Finally, the jerking stopped, but the resulting twitches and squeezes from her pussy around me had me staying inside of her until there was nothing left but the pounding of our hearts and the harsh breathing in our ears.
Her fingers released my flesh, one single digit at a time, until both arms flopped backward above her head.
Her deep inhalation, followed by her ‘this shouldn’t be real’ had me pulling back from her neck and staring down at her.
“It’s very real,” I informed her. “Those words? That resulting explosion from not just me, but you? That means that whatever this is, it’s not one-sided. I feel the same about you as you do for me.”
Her eyes were twinkling when she said, “Las Vegas is just a hop and a skip away.”
I snorted, was about to reply, but then my phone rang on the floor where I’d dropped it at some point during our lovemaking.
I bent forward and picked it up, my still hard cock digging deep inside of her with the move, causing her to clench around me in surprise.
“Shit,” she breathed.
I grinned wickedly and hit answer on the screen without paying attention to what I was answering.
Then Trick’s face filled the screen, and the seam of Belle’s body and mine filled that little black box at the top.
“Jesus Christ,” Trick said. “Give a man a little warning.”
I quickly moved it up to my face. “Why the fuck are you FaceTiming me? What are you, a teenage girl?”
Trick’s eyes lit with laughter. “I can see good sex doesn’t tame your wild heart.”
I would’ve flipped him off had I had a hand free.
“What do you want?” I growled.
Trick rolled his eyes. When they met mine again, they were completely sober.
“So, um…” Trick started. “I might or might not have fed your pigs another human body. But it seriously wasn’t intentional. I swear.”
• • •
“He tried to use a shortcut to get to your back door,” Hunt said forty-five minutes later in a Zoom meeting that was more protected than a presidential meeting with two foreign leaders. “And he didn’t follow you, or Belle. He followed that dip wad that found you first. I’m getting really fuckin’ tired of my brain not working like it should.”
Hunt was recovering from the flu that had knocked him so hard on his ass over the last few weeks that he was just now getting back to one hundred percent.
Since nobody was hurt, I’d give him the lapse.
This time.