39. McCarthy
MCCARTHY
“ I ’m half expecting Sable, and whoever else you’ve been talking to, to pop out,” Jenna says when I have her against the kitchen island, kissing her as I work open the buttons on her blouse.
“She still doubts me after I gave her that very expensive sawdust-and-cardboard muffin.”
“Don’t speak ill of Starbucks.”
I nip her earlobe, turn her around, and push her over the counter. “And I bought her a car she’s never going to use.”
“You can’t buy my affection.”
“No, but I can fuck it out of you.”
I force her skirt up. It bunches around her waist as I knead my knuckles into her pussy through the lace fabric. “You like that? You want me to make a mess in your pussy?”
“Um…” Her breath hitches.
I slide my hand up under the blouse to grab one of her tits and push the lace fabric of the bra up so I can knead her breast. While she makes those choked noises, I pinch and pull the nipple.
I’m half hard in my pants, and I haven’t even gotten my cock wet in her pussy or her mouth. I hook two fingers under the lace band of her panties.
Her back arches, and she moans as the friction of the fabric rubs her clit. I pull up harder so she’s practically on her toes, satisfied when I hear a ripping noise.
Her hips jerk forward when I slide the ripped fabric from between her legs and let it fall to the slate floor.
“Let me see you.” I kick her legs apart and marvel at the dark-pink slit of her cunt glistening and slick just for me.
I knead her ass, digging my fingers into it, wanting to bruise my name into her skin. “Show me your pussy.”
She spreads her legs wider.
My belt slithers off. “I said…” I snap it against her ass, making her jump and let out a little squeak. “Show me your cunt.”
Resting on the marble counter, she obeys, reaching behind her splayed legs to spread her ass.
“Good girl.”
I tease her with the folded belt then slide it in her wet pussy, pushing it into her opening, pressing it against her clit until she’s moaning, her hips making little jerking motions as she gets it all filthy with her juices.
“Does this mean you want my cock?” I whisper to her hoarsely as I grab her sweaty hair and lift her head. “Or do you just want me to come all over your pussy?”
I loop the leather around her neck.
“Oh God,” she chokes out when I tighten the belt around her throat .
She really chokes when I put my mouth on her swollen pussy, lapping at her, curling my tongue around her clit, sliding up her cunt. She’s greedy for my mouth, rocking her ass back against my face while I wring a choked orgasm out of her.
“I could eat you out like this for hours,” I rasp against her, unzipping my pants to ease the tightness around my cock.
Using two fingers to spread her pussy, I’m on her again. She’s dripping all over the floor. I lap it up off her slit, nice and smooth.
“You got your cunt good and ready for me, didn’t you, Cupcake? Fuck, you taste so good.”
She makes that strangled noise again that goes straight to my dick. I want to make her feel every hard inch of me.
She’s panting as I spread her apart, my thumbs holding her pussy spread for me.
“McCarthy, shit… That’s, uhn, so good .”
My cock is hard when I finally take it out of my pants. Her pussy is wet and swollen when I run the head of my cock against it, pushing at her opening. I grab the belt, jerking her back toward me.
“ Show me. Show me how much you want this, how needy you are.”
Hesitantly, she pushes back against me, rocking on my cock.
I jerk the belt, making her feel the hard length of my cock jammed against her pussy.
She makes a strangled noise.
“Make me come all over your pussy.” I force out the words as she squeezes her ass and wet pussy lips around the hard length of my cock, grinding on me .
I suddenly want to watch her come like this, my belt around her neck, her clothes in disarray, her need all over my cock.
She whines when I step back.
She’s close to coming. Her clit is hard between her swollen pussy lips. I angle my cock so she can rock forward, back arching as she leans into the friction, working her clit on the tip of my cock until she’s coming with a strangled cry.
The cheap fabric of her clothes—fuck her, I’m buying her new stuff—tears easily when I pull at the seams.
She’s pawing at the belt. I slap her ass then pull off my shirt and dump it into the tangle of clothes on the floor.
“Can your pussy take me?” I kiss her neck. My cock drags heavy and wet on the back of her trembling thighs.
Her nipples are hard under my fingers as I pinch them while I spread her pussy. She folds over the counter as I force my cock into her so hard and fast my balls slap against her wet ass.
She lets out a strangled noise as I adjust my grip on the leather, manhandling her.
I’m not ready for the condom yet. I pull out and slam into her again once more, again and again, filling her pussy with my huge cock, stretching her, claiming her. I pull out before I can come from the velvety feel of her.
She reaches back, trying to grab for me.
“I want to feel your cum.” She pants.
“Fuck.” I grind against her ass, fucking the slit of her pussy until I’m spraying ropy white come all over her cunt and ass.
She takes a shuddering breath as I work my fingers through the come in her pussy, fingers on her clit until she’s moaning an orgasm on me .
With the leather belt still around her neck like a collar, I drag her to the couch, not done with her.
Her knees are shaky as I force her down to kneel in front of me. She leans forward, her ass and pussy, covered with my come, in the air.
“Make me hard again so I can fuck you properly.”
Her lips are swollen, red and wet—perfect to wrap around my cock.
I kick off my pants and boxer briefs but not before pulling a condom out of my pocket.
“You want that, don’t you?” I palm it, watching her kneel in front of me, her legs spread, the smooth slit of her pussy just visible between the V of her tits.
“You talk all this shit about what you will and won’t accept from me.
Turns out you just wanted my cock all along, didn’t you?
” I grab the belt and force her down on my cock.
Her mouth is so sloppy wet as she takes me. I’m already half hard again for her.
She groans as my cock grows in her mouth.
Hand on the belt, I hold her in place so I can fuck her face. I let her feel the weight of my cock on her tongue, the fat head hitting the back of her throat as I take her mouth like I’m going to take her pussy.
Her hips are rocking like she wishes my cock were between her legs, not in her mouth.
“You do want to get fucked, don’t you, Cupcake?
” I pull her off my cock, draw her up and onto the couch so she straddles me.
Tugging the belt, I pull her in for a kiss, licking my way into her mouth while her hands scrabble against my shoulder as she kneels above me, her pussy practically dripping all over my cock .
“You ready for me?” I whisper against her mouth, sliding two fingers into her pussy. I roll the condom on.
She straddles me, her knees digging into my hips as she kisses my face. “Fuck me. I don’t care about muffins or cars or trips to Paris. I just want your cock.”
“I thought you wanted to elicit deep, dark, personal confessions from me.”
“I can’t help that I want to know everything about you.” Her nails dig into my neck. “I want to steal your fucking soul. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I run my hands over her soft skin, splaying them over the curvy thighs. Crooking my head down, I capture her mouth.
Her hands slide down my chest to rest on my rib cage above my heart.
So that I don’t tell her I’m fucking stupid in love with her, I slide her down. My cock splits her open as she throws her head back, whining with the pleasure.
Her legs tremble as she seats on me, her tight cunt stretching and flexing around my cock.
“So good… So unfair. You feel so good .”
Punching a groan out of me, she teases herself on my cock, rolling her hips slowly.
“Fuck that.” Angling backward, I thrust up into her. Her back arches against my hands on her waist as I pull out and hit deep inside of her.
She pants against my mouth as I rut up into her, holding her steady at one point so I can wring another orgasm from her clit. She comes, knees clenching against me, bruising my hips, my cock filling her, my fingers on her clit.
She’s planting sloppy kisses over my upper lip then my eyelids as I pull her hips closer to me so I can fuck her good and hard. I force her down on my cock as I ram it up inside of her, taking her tight cunt over and over until I’m spilling my balls into the condom.
She moans as I press kisses on the swell of her tits, take the belt off her neck, and admire the red lines on her creamy skin.
“Let’s leave,” I murmur against her soft mouth.
“We just got here. I don’t want to go back to work,” she whispers.
“No, let’s go away someplace where I don’t have to share you with anyone else.”
“Oooh, but I thought you really wanted to have a threesome.”
“That’s not… You’re the one who—”
She slaps my pec, laughing.
“Seriously, for real, though. Did you ever?” I ask then regret it.
“I grew up on a commune, just like you.” Her nose bumps mine.
“Not like me.” I blow out a breath.
She’s still laughing then mimics me. “Seriously, for real, though. Did you ever?”
“No.”
“So you’re practically a virgin. Now I really feel bad for taking advantage of you.” She pats my chest and climbs off me.
“Nuh-uh.” She picks up the belt and waves it in a vaguely threatening manner at me when I try to stand up.
“I’m taking a page out of your book and getting in touch with my masculine side,” she tells me, digging in my pants on the floor for my wallet.
“I’m just here to use hot pieces of ass for sex. ”
She yanks my credit card out of the wallet .
I lean back against the couch, watching her, eyelids heavy. Then I frown as she gets dressed, pulling on her coat over my dress shirt.
“Where the hell are you going?” I run after her as she darts to the door and curse when she flings it open.
I’m pulling on my pants, hopping on one leg, while Truman watches from upstairs, yawning, apparently still exhausted from his seven-hour nap earlier today, when Jenna trots back in, carrying two steaming boxes of pizza and an ice-cold two-liter of Coke.
“Did you order pizza?” I demand.
Balancing the boxes, she makes her way upstairs carefully.
“We are not eating in my bed.”
“We?” she scoffs. “I only share with people who care about me.”
“I care about you.” I rush up the stairs two at a time after her. “I just ate you out for, like, forty-five minutes.”
“I guess you can get one slice, then.” She dumps the boxes on the bed.
I grab a towel from the bathroom and spread it out then place the boxes on it.
“Yum.” Jenna shrugs off the coat, then she’s there on the bed in just my shirt.
I’m salivating. Not for the food, though.
Jenna opens the top box and hands me the smallest piece.
“This is from the place across the street.” She takes a huge bite of pizza then leans back happily on the pillows. A piece of pepperoni drops on her face as she tries to eat the gooey slice. “Frick.”
“You had worse on your face earlier.” I take a bite of my own pizza .
“Just for that, you don’t get a slice of the sausage pizza.”
“Is this why none of those men wanted to marry you?”
She slaps my bare leg then leans over to kiss me.
I open my mouth. I love you… “I’m obsessed with you.”
She trails her nails down my chest and smiles at me.
Her phone goes off in the coat on the floor. The warm, fuzzy feelings dissipate.
I throw the half-eaten slice in the box and stalk the phone on the floor while Jenna complains around her slice.
“It’s probably just a spam call.” She almost knocks over the Coke, trying to get the phone from me. She hits the green button and yells, “Hello?”
“Jenna?”
I don’t recognize the man’s voice. It’s not Nathan or Brock or Andreas or Rex or the stepfamily dating duo.
Jenna doesn’t seem scared, though. Instead, she seems… small.
“Dad?” Her voice trembles. She sinks down on the edge of the bed, cradling the phone.
My eyes narrow as she nods numbly, listening to him talk.
“Yeah, that sounds amazing.” Her eyes are shining when she hangs up.
“Your dad?” I spit the words at her.
“He wants to rekindle our relationship.”
“Let me get this right. The dad who you haven’t heard from in fifteen years, when he ghosted you, is now acting like he did nothing wrong and wants to pick up where he left off? Did he even apologize?”
She starts crying silently .
I’d give anything in the world to make it stop and rewind to five minutes ago when she was laughing and teasing me with the pizza on the bed.
He did this to her.
“Don’t,” I say abruptly.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to cry.” She wipes at her nose.
“You can always cry to me. You’re just going to have to understand that it drives me crazy.” I kneel down, taking her hands. “And I’m going to have to do everything in my power to make you happy again.” I stroke the tears off her face.
“Don’t go see him, Jenna. He doesn’t deserve you.”
She looks at me, her eyes shimmering.
“What? No way! My dad finally wants to get to know me. We might do, I don’t know, Friday-night dinners.
I have siblings I never met. This could fix everything.
I make terrible decisions in my romantic life because of the hole he left behind, and now I’m finally going to heal.
He’ll walk me down the aisle.” She sounds unhinged as she babbles.
I grab her shoulders. “He’s not walking you down the aisle. I know men like him. You’re going to get hurt. He only wants to be in your life to get to me.”
“He what ? No, he doesn’t. God, you’re such an asshole.” Jenna’s crying again. “I can’t believe I thought—” She jumps up.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Jenna, wait. Just stop giving these men pieces of your heart. Because I want it too. You have to save some of it for me.”
“Stop lying to me!” Jenna screams at me.
“ I’m not! ” I bellow the words at her. “I want you. I told you, I want you to love me. Don’t forget I’m rich. That means I can have whatever I want. And I want you.”
“Well, I want to keep my job. ”
“Then marry me, and you’ll never have to work.”
“I’m not marrying you,” she sputters. “I just met you.”
I don’t move. Then my fingers drift through her hair. “Will you hit me if I kiss you?”
Jenna slaps my hand away. “I know you like to play with your food. I’m not just rolling over for you.”
“I mean, you did…”
A rash of red appears on her cheeks. “I don’t care what you say. I know you don’t care about me. You’re just screwing around with my feelings.”
My eyes flick across her face. My hand drops. “Guess you know all my tells, don’t you?”