Chapter Thirty Three
She was angry. And tense. And when my cock slid into that pussy for the first time that night, I could feel it all inside her.
I didn’t go in slowly. I needed to punish her for being angry with me.
To take control. And she fucking needed that too.
My hand gripped her throat, watching her react in the mirror.
My cock took that first scream from her, her mouth opening, but no sound coming out.
Her pupils were already dilated, her eyes even darker in her reflection.
And for a while I moved in and out of her steadily, watching her face as I grabbed at her throat and plunged my cock in her pussy.
Her tits bobbed with each thrust. Just full enough that they moved and hung just a fraction lower as I bent her over the bed.
Her hands spread out on the blood red covers, her fingers clawing at the satin with each movement of my cock.
The muscles in her thighs strained, long, toned legs and smooth skin brushing the front of mine when my cock bottomed out inside of her.
Her flesh wobbling as I pulled back, the slightest of shaking mixing with the heavy gasps as my hand constricted her breathing.
Inside that pussy she was so fucking hot, and growing slicker each time I moved in and out.
And then she let out a little cry, the sound vibrating against my hand. Fuck, how I wanted to hear her.
My balls clenched, a tensing in my stomach.
And now I moved harder, pounding her pussy, ramming in and out, harder and harder, the cries now coming from her growing louder.
But not as loud as I wanted her. I wanted her screaming.
I didn’t care what she said as long as every thrust of my cock made her scream.
I slammed in hard, the head of my cock thumping deep inside of her somewhere, and she lost her footing, falling into the palm of my hand.
I closed my eyes for a second and breathed, wrapping my arm around her and splaying out my fingers.
That was fucking beautiful, and if I did that again right now, I’d be coming first, not her.
I took another breath and then started again, regaining the same furious pace, fucking her so hard she was writhing to get away from me, but the cries from her throat were telling me something else.
“Shit,” Jazz hissed suddenly, the back of her thighs tensing against the front of mine, her pussy clamping down on the entire length of my dick. “I’m going to co…”
I slid from her quickly, and she half gasped, half squeaked.
“Not fucking coming yet, Tiger. Not yet. Move your leg,” I instructed through gritted teeth, desperate to bury myself back into that tight fucking hole.
I grabbed her right leg, my fingers digging into the hot flesh of her thigh, moving her knee onto the bed so she had one leg spread up and out.
Her arse cheeks pulled apart, her battered pussy on show, the light glinting off the juices that clung to her swollen lips, engorged and red and gaping slightly from where I had been forcing her open onto my cock.
But my eyes travelled up to the tight hole that was exposed above. Puckered. Inviting.
I shook my head, positioning the head of my cock against her, watching her engorged pussy lips swallowing me as I pushed inside. I bit my lip, stilling the thoughts racing round my brain. I glanced at the table, eyeing the lube.
“Ah fuck!” she shouted.
Fucking music to my ears. I needed more of that, and I wasn’t taking my cock out of her to reach the fucking side table.
I took my hand from my neck, feeling up her chin to her mouth.
With the slightest pressure, she parted those lips, not resisting as I pushed them inside her.
I pumped my cock again, crooked my fingers as I tried to drown the tension as her insides grabbed at my shaft.
Fuck.
“Fucking suck them, Jazz.”
She swirled her tongue over the ends, and I closed my eyes, moving my cock inside her, but slowing. I’d put that fucking smart mouth to use, but for now, I was finishing in her pussy.
“Spit on them. I want them wetter.”
“What?”
“Spit on my fucking fingers, Jazz.” I pushed into her hard, knowing I couldn’t hold off much longer. “You’re going to scream while I fuck you, Tiger. Either from enjoyment or pain. I don’t give a fuck. But I want to fucking hear it. So, I’d suggest you fucking do as you’re told.”
She spat a little blob of spit onto my fingers, lubricating the ends, not knowing what I had in my fucking sordid mind.
But as soon as I swiped over the uneven tissue of the hole that had been fucking willing me to touch it, she jolted forward.
I tensed the arm wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight.
I kissed at her neck, trailing my tongue over that vein, feeling for the pulse that was bounding rabid against the skin.
And then I circled the flesh, feeling for the tiny give of her hole.
She tensed again, and I bit the top of her shoulders, listening to the gasp that escaped.
The distraction was enough for the tip of my finger to dip inside.
She cried out now. Like a whimper. Aroused. Confused. And I pushed in a little further, feeling her legs buckle just slightly. My fucking dirty girl liked this. I could tell. She hadn’t told me no; the sounds she made were even more delicious.
My finger sank further. Inside her arse by a knuckle.
And I stilled, to give her time to get used to it.
For her brain to find the pleasure, not the pain.
Then I pushed down again, twisting slightly, gently, slowly pulling back out.
She gasped and cried at the same time, and I gave a thrust of my cock, distracting her somewhere else as I pushed my finger inside her again.
Her hole puckered, tensing, stretching, contracting, but easing now, enough to slowly push another finger inside of her.
She moaned hard. Tensing immediately.
“Let me in, Tiger,” my voice was hoarse, rough, filled with control, control teetering right on the very edge.
Jazz relaxed a little as I edged the other finger backwards, moving and stretching her with the one buried into her up the second knuckle, stroking inside her.
“Chase,” her voice was cracking, vulnerable. “I’m going to come. I need to come. Please, I need it.”
Fuck. She was begging. Fucking begging me to let her come when I had my cock in her pussy and my finger in her arse. And just that alone sent the pressure rising in my balls.
“Then you’ll fucking scream when you do.”
She nodded breathlessly, her arse and her cunt squirming against me.
“Then let’s fucking hear you, Tiger.”
I pumped my hips, spitting onto her arsehole to lube her up a bit more.
My other finger pushed in easier, her hole more stretched, her need to come overriding everything else that I was doing to her.
I twisted my fingers inside of her, forcing them further, my pubic bone trapping my hand as I pumped my cock.
One, two, fucking three. Fuck, I was going to come first. I worked my fingers quicker in her arse, spitting on her once more to keep her lubricated.
Her body shook against me, and I glanced at the mirror, at the dark eyes that watched me, at the tits that bobbed fast with every thrust, at the mouth that let her shouts fall.
Mine joined hers too. A low grunt at first, and I tried to control it, so I could hear her clearly.
But my stomach was tensing, and I was sitting right on the edge.
I pumped my fingers faster, pushing and pulling, a little twist and the thrust of my cock and that’s when I heard it, the first scream leaving her throat. Fucking beautiful.
I grunted hard now, fingers still working that tight fucking hole, my hips driving against her, chasing the heat in my balls.
And now I sounded like a rutting animal.
And it was me that was shouting and grunting.
Fuck, she was fantastic. Fuck, she was tight.
Fuck, she sucked those fingers back inside her like some sort of vacuum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ah.
I closed my eyes. Breathing. Nothing in my brain working. Just an abyss of dark. Empty. My balls and my head. I slid my fingers from her, clasping her round the waist. Holding her to me. Jazz’s knee still propped on the bed, her arse still on show and my sagging dick slipping from her pussy.
In the mirror, her eyes closed, her teeth raked at her bottom lip.
Her chest rose and fell hard, like she’d just been running a race, her tits bobbing with it.
The dark tones of the room hid her bruises, casting shadows over the beautiful face I’d let them mark.
The guilt came crashing down on me. Digging into my stomach, like someone was slowly pushing in a knife.
I let my dick fall from her, spinning her round to face me.
Her face looked dazed. Half sleepy, half not abscent.
She stared at me but didn’t see. Not till I tipped her chin up gently with my forefinger.
Her cheeks flushed, her mouth still just slightly parted, enough to reach forward and slip my tongue inside her, like I couldn’t get enough of filling her.
I swirled, my lips pressing against hers carefully, and she responded lazily.
Right now, I’d fucked that fight right out of her.
Filling every fucking hole in that body.
I felt it again, the stirring between my legs.
The sheer thought of power over her awakening my tired cock. Her body shook slightly, exhaustion.
“Come on, Tiger,” I whispered hoarsely, my throat dry and damaged from grunting as I fucked her.
I reached under her back, scooping her up into my chest and moving her up onto the bed, pulling the covers back and then tucking her in.
Jazz’s eyes were already closed, her breathing slowing right down.
I watched for a while, listening to the steady rhythm of her breaths, at the peace on her face, brushing off a strand of hair that fell across her eye.
*****
The man in the mirror looked troubled. With a spark in his eyes fading, wet hair dripped water down his face.
I hadn’t had a plan when I went rushing into that room those few nights ago.
When I might as well have burnt my cut on the forecourt of my warehouse.
My warehouse. My shop. I couldn’t go back to any of it.
Not right now. And if any of it would be there to come back to, it would be a miracle.
The Rats would take it all. Club property.
An asset for an asset. I had nothing. Not even Jazz, because she wasn’t mine either.
She was the Kings, and all I could do was give her back. Eventually.
The bathroom door opened behind me, the sound jerking my attention away from the man in the mirror.
“What do you want, Gina?”
Her reflection stared at me, thick lips stained red, the satin nightgown dropping away, a black lace bra cupping big, round tits.
“You know, there’ll always be a place for you here, Charlie?”
I dropped my eyes to the knuckles straining against skin as they gripped the sink sides. She stepped closer, running a hand down my back, fingernails scratching down my skin. I didn’t shudder. I didn’t care. She’d always been good with her hands, but her touch did nothing anymore.
“Let her go. The Northern Kings won’t forgive you. They’ll kill you. Is she worth that?”
“Yes.” My voice rumbled low and dark in the bathroom.
“She’s worth your life? A girl you hardly know?”
I said nothing, watching my knuckles grow whiter.
“She’s tight, isn’t she? She fights you, doesn’t she?”
“Gina,” I warned.
“You have no future with her. But I can give you one here. Just like old times. Come home to me, Charlie.”
My heart jolted like someone had shocked me, and I pushed up off the sink before I even knew what I was doing. My hand wrapped in her hair as I towered over her. She was shorter than Jazz. A rounder frame. Fleshy rather than muscular. Gina’s lips twitched, a smile pulling at the sides.
“I want her, Gina. Only her. I don’t know how I’m going to fucking make it happen, but I fucking will.”
Gina’s eyes darkened, a hint of crazy. Hard. Selfish. And with Gina, that also meant dangerous.
She sighed, pushing her chest up, stepping in a little closer so I could smell the gentle spice of her perfume and the hint of sweetness on her breath.
“When you change your mind, Charlie, and you will, I know you better than anyone. I’ll have your drink waiting for you.”
I let go of her hair and she stepped into me further, pushing up on her tiptoes and dragging her lips across my cheek in a hint of a kiss and then turned, stalking out of the bathroom, the ruby red of her nightgown billowing out behind her.