it sounds a little psychotic and I cringe, trying to push away but he doesn’t let me go anywhere, his grip on my neck is firm and unmoving.
“Make sure you tell him that you willingly sank to your knees for a man you don’t know. In fact, why don’t you call him right now. I’ll dial him up for you.” She stomps her foot as he releases her hair. “Get the fuck outta here,” he says.
That’s when I hear it. His slur. Looking to the side, I notice that he’s set a bottle of Jack Daniels down on a rolling table. He’s drunk, though it’s not an excuse, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Now you,” he growls.
He pulls me in front of him, backing me up against the wall so that I can’t go anywhere. He takes his hand from around the back of my neck, slamming it against the wall next to my face, his other hand, he wraps around my hip and squeezes.
“What?” I snap.
He grins. “You’re just going to let some slut suck my dick in front of you, what’s the matter with you, babe? Unless you like that kinda thing, I can call her back here. You can get yourself off while you watch.”
“Fuck you,” I grind out.
He grins, it’s cocky and sexy all at the same time. “Nah, babe. It’s you that’s gonna get fucked. C’mon now.”
Without saying another word, he reaches forward, his fingers popping open the buttons of my jean shorts and he shoves them down in one quick push, taking my panties with them and leaving the bottom half of my body completely bare.
“I’m not fucking you with her slobber still on your cock,” I breathe.
He chuckles, his hand diving between my legs and my eyes flutter closed as he slides his fingers through my folds. “Then why are you wet, mi reina?”
“I’m not your queen,” I whisper. “I’m not your anything.”
He leans forward, his mouth against my own, his tongue slides across my lips and my entire body shivers. I hate it, immediately. Because I know that he feels the wetness between my legs, he moans as he slips two fingers inside of me and starts to pump.
“Yeah, babe. You are mi reina, because you’re just fuckin’ mine.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
“Were the moment you laid your eyes on me, just like I knew you were mine too.”
Without another word, he drops his hands down to my thighs, picks me up, slams my back against the wall and then buries himself deep inside of me. I cry out in pleasured pain before I even realize what’s just happened.
He doesn’t attempt to slow down, doesn’t allow me to catch my breath, to adjust to the intrusion of his body inside of mine. He fucks me. It’s hard and fast, his eyes are focused on mine, his jaw is clenched as he grinds against my clit each time he pumps deep inside of me.
Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I sink my nails into the leather of his vest. “Mine,” he grinds out. “Mine.”
Shaking my head from side to side, I try to tell him no, that I’m not his, but the words won’t come out. They are stuck in my throat, completely frozen there as he takes his pleasure from me, giving me the pain that I need with each pounding thrust against me.
My body climbs higher and higher, it’s on the edge, I’m teetering and so close to reaching my climax that I kind of hate myself a little for it. Mountain is an asshole, but he knows exactly how to play my body, every square inch of me, even when I’m pissed off at him.
“You’re an asshole,” I groan.
He chuckles, his hips rolling as he grinds his pelvis against my clit. “Yeah,” he breathes. “I am.”
“I hate you,” I moan.
He laughs again. “You always will, mi reina.”
Mountain doesn’t allow me to say anything else, his mouth presses against mine and he fucks me with his tongue at the same time slamming his perfectly angled cock inside of me over and over again.
I’m no longer thinking about that bitch’s mouth on him, about him being an absolute asshole, I’m not thinking about anything but the orgasm that rushes throughout my entire body, rolling through me.
All I can think about is him. His body connected to mine. The way that only he makes me feel when he’s inside of me.
Chapter Fifteen
MOUNTAIN
I watch as Leighton pulls her shorts back up over her sexy ass.