Chapter Thirteen – Jack #2
“Yes.” My cock had been hard ever since her ass had landed on me. “Turn around.”
Amber did as she was told, dismounting me one way, and spinning to mount me the other, setting her perfect ass on my chest. I felt her undo my belt, unzip my fly, and reach in.
The second her hand wrapped my cock, I wanted to thrust. No matter what I’d done to Paco earlier in the night—the hunger was always waiting.
Sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, but it was always there.
I heard her make an appreciative noise, and felt her tilt forward, as a lock of her hair fell across my balls sending a shiver up my spine.
And then her little mouth opened and started kissing my cock’s head.
Slowly and surely she started working her mouth down my shaft.
I could close my eyes and imagine her lips stretched tight, sliding down, as I felt her do so—I made an animal sound and pulled her waist back towards me.
With her spread like this in front of me, it was easier to suck her, and I already knew how she liked it—I grabbed her ass with both hands, and buried my face between her legs, lapping at her clit.
She moaned, I could feel it on my cock, and she started sucking me, up and down, playing my shaft with her hand when it was out of her mouth, as she ground her hips into me, and soon there was something desperate in it, like she wasn’t in control anymore.
She was working my cock, I could feel it sliding home to the back of her throat with each thrust, and I grabbed her bodily, rubbing her against me, trying to eat her pussy harder and have her take even more of my cock in turns.
Then she braced up on all fours suddenly. I didn’t have time to complain before she reached into the pocket of her poor twisted skirt and threw a condom at me. “Put that on.”
I scrambled up, shoved my jeans lower, and slid the latex on me, pleased with the lipstick stains around my shaft, as she turned to present me her pussy.
“Fuck me,” she panted, her pretty lipstick smeared.
“Of course,” I said, just as rough. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me.
My cock slid into her in one smooth motion. She was wet as hell, and she groaned as I reached deep inside her.
After that, it was fucking. Me her, her, me, our bodies knew what they wanted to take from each other.
I pulled her ass apart to land me deeper and she tossed her head, making a guttural sound, her blonde hair streaming forward and back—like Angela’s.
Amber had the same color hair, the same tight small body.
God if only I was fucking Angela right now—my cock somehow got harder at the thought of it, of taking Angela like this, hilt deep in her hot pussy instead—and I saw Amber’s hands winding in the sheets again.
“Don’t stop!” she begged me.
I reached forward and grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her back on me. “Does it feel like I’m stopping?” I growled, rhythmically thrusting. “I could go all night.”
She shuddered at this, and I felt her pussy start to quiver around me—I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips again, pounding myself in—if she was going to go I needed to go with her.
“God—oh—God—oh—ohhh!” her last word became something wild, as I brought her onto me and held her there, burying myself inside her, conscious of my own need for release.
One long stroke, two long strokes, three—swording myself through her spasming pussy, feeling the life from her flow into me—I exhaled roughly as cum shot out of me in a rush, and my own hips bucked, shoving it deep into her.
When I slowed, she buckled forward with a final moan, and I slid out.
“What the fuck,” she whispered to herself, not a question. I stepped off the bed and walked to the bathroom, looked for a trash can, found one, and saw that my condom was not the first of the night. “What the everliving fuck,” she said louder, as I walked back in the room.
“That’s kind of my thing,” I said. I pushed my cock back in my jeans and zipped up. After this session, everything on me needed to be laundered, and I might still have to explain to Paco why his lovely black sedan smelled like pussy and balls.
She rolled over and pushed herself up on her elbows as I came near, but still hadn’t pushed down her skirt. “So that tattoo—what’s it mean?” I asked.
Her orgasmically pleased face smiled slowly. “Property of the Pack.”
The Pack? The notorious biker gang? I didn’t know them, but I knew of them, everyone even tangentially related to Vegas’s underbelly did. Why would they’ve been interested in Bella—or her, them?
I sat back down on the edge of the bed and tried to play off my silence. “You’re sure that’s what it means? Not return to sender? Or a sell-by date?”
Amber shoved her skirt down with a snort. “You’re so funny.”
“Yeah, sometimes I get that, too.” I pulled out my wallet and handed over several hundred and a few twenties.
That was about the going rate for services on this side of town, plus a decent tip.
People who worked in customer service had to have one another’s backs.
“Think if I could stay another night, there’d be any way I could run into that dark haired chick again? ”
She rolled on her stomach toward me to take my cash. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her around for the past week or two. I think she pissed someone off and is laying low.”
“Pissed off who?” I said, leaning in, bringing all the force of Paco’s blood behind it. Her eyes glazed for a moment, but I probably didn’t even need my whammy after the way I’d fucked her.
“I don’t know. One of the big guys. Wade, Murphy, Daziel, or Jonah. But I don’t know which one.” Damn. She blinked and shrugged as my whammy faded. I rocked back up, I had to return the car and the shirt before I crawled into bed.
“Oh well,” I said, like her answer hadn’t mattered to me. “Thanks for the entertainment.” I walked to the door.
“You are more than welcome,” she said with a smile. “You know, when you said that…I almost believed you.”
I paused with the door open. “Which part?”
“The all night part.”
“Too bad my hour’s up. Guess we’ll never know.” I gave her a wolfish grin, and then closed the door behind me.