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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 everyfucking 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.