“Now you know, and you can go fuck yourself or find Memphis for all I care.” She turns away from me in a huff.
“C’mon. Don’t be mad.” I wrap an arm around her, hugging her from behind.
“Get off me.”
I kiss her neck, sucking the tender skin hard enough to bruise. To mark her as mine. She shoves her ass into me. It has the opposite effect of the one she was aiming for. Her sweet ass pressed into my crotch rubbing up against my dick is more than I can take right now. I shove a hand in her panties and rub her clit while kissing her neck.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me.” I thrust a finger inside her slick heat. “Tell me to go to hell.” I wrap my other hand around her throat and squeeze lightly as she cries out.
“Ah. Ah.”
“Tell me,” I growl and bite her ear.
Her hips jerk, ass grinding against my erection. “If you stop, I’ll kill you,” she says breathily.
“You can try.” I grin and take away my hand.
“I hate you,” she shrieks.
“Tell me how you really feel.” I roll Hazel onto her back and jerk her panties down her legs before crawling between them to devour her.
“No.” Her knees press against my temples.
Ignoring her protests, I shove her legs open and flatten my tongue over her clit while giving her two fingers again.
“You can’t,” she pushes against my forehead with her free hand, but all this does is make me suck her pussy harder.
“Holy, stop. I can’t. You can’t.”
“I am and we are.” I continue to go down on her. Her soft and wet contracts around my fingers. Her taste coats my tongue.
Her protests die on a whimper that travels straight to the head of my dick where precum is already dribbling from the tip I want Hazel so damn bad.
Hips jerking, she rides my fingers and tongue until she comes.
“There’s a good girl,” I praise her.
Chapter Thirteen
Holy wipes his mouth on the hem of my shirt before rolling to my side to sprawl out in the bed. I stare at his many tattoos wondering if any of them have a special meaning or if he got them because he thought they made him look cool or tough. Like the pistol and skull on his right pec.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Don’t you want me to...you know do you too?”
“Whiskey dick,” he mutters.
“Oh. So that means you can’t perform?”
“Weed and whiskey, babe. Good as I know your pussy’ll be wrapped around my dick, I know my limits. Won’t stay hard long enough to give you any real satisfaction. All I’ll manage to do is piss myself off and disappoint you.”
“Sounds like a challenge.”
“Get some sleep. We gotta haul ass to get back tomorrow. If I’m late Murder will have my balls.”
I turn on my side as best I can without pulling too hard on my cuffed wrist. “Murder?”
“Your uncle, that’s his road name.”