the effort it takes to keep them open.
He licks and sucks my pussy until his chin is dripping, my orgasms shaking my body apart until I think I might fucking die, and when he finally gets up to undress me fully I slide off of the couch and onto my knees.
“Fuck my face? It’s been too long.”
He grunts at me like he’s been shot, grabbing a fistful of my hair and shoving me down the length of him until he hits the back of my throat and I have to swallow around him to get him further down.
“Fuck, sweetness, you’re too fucking good to me. I wanna come down your throat but I miss your sweet pussy gripping me so tight. Fuck, I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
I can’t help but touch myself, my hand slipping down into the mess he’s already made and my pussy is so ready for him that three fingers slip in as easy as breathing. He doesn’t notice at first, not until I groan and come all over my own hand, and he jerks my head back so he can see.
“Fuck, get up. Get up so I can fuck you properly, you can swallow for me later.”
I groan and stand up, pulling at his shirt until he’s naked and he’s quick about getting my bra and panties off too.
Then he picks me up again like I weigh nothing and fucks me against the wall in our living room.
I barely have time to figure out where the hell to put my cast so I don’t knock him out with it by accident but he doesn’t give a fuck, just slams me into the wall and pounds my pussy like he’ll die if he doesn’t come soon.
His desperation pushes me over the edge with him and it’s only once he sets me down that I realize we didn’t use a condom, his cum slipping down my legs.
I stare at him in shock and he shrugs. “I’m not worried if you’re not worried, sweetness.”
Chapter Thirty Six
Tomi
"Why the hell does one man need forty black t-shirts? What in God’s name would you need that many fucking shirts for, Tomi?" Rue growls, spitting mad about moving my shit in this heat and Angel starts giggling when Trink piles on.
"He's on the never-ending hunt for one that's tight enough to show off all his abs and shit. Fuck, now he's got Angel he might let himself go so it's a good thing he's got some spares."
I ignore the lot of them from where I'm moving all of my tech into our bedroom. Angel is sitting on the brand-new carpet trying to stuff my shit into the tiny closet space we have left but without tossing some of the stripper outfits it's just not going to work.
I won't let her ditch any of them.
Look, I hated her working there for sure but I also spent a lotta time picking out favorites and there’s no way we’re ditching them before I get my own private dances in them. I’ve started talking about putting a pole up in the living room but Angel keeps looking at me like I’m trying to kill her and pointing out that my parents come over for dinner every other week and she might actually die at seeing Keely's reaction to it.
I could handle it.
"You know the real reason he has so many is because he's fucking shit at keeping up with his laundry, right? You're going to spend your whole life washing up after that man," Speck says, setting down another box in the bedroom and wiping his brow off on his sleeve.
Angel shrugs and mutters, "I'll be too fucking busy cleaning up his goddamn books. He'll have to figure it out."
Trink jumps on my bed like a dramatic teenager and sighs, "He'll just call Mom to come sort it out and she'll come running because he's her favorite."
I shoot her a glare but Angel just laughs at her. "I saw your birthday present, don't fucking start that shit."
She giggles and sticks out her tongue to me. "Did you see what Poe's sister sent her? Fuck me, I've never seen a Shelby in the flesh before. Fucking pretty as hell."
Rue starts grunting and huffing in his bad mood and I share a look with Speck over it.
"Fucking millionaires. Makes you wonder where the hell they're getting all that money from."
I share a look with him. Gotta be drug dealers, between that and the Ferrari? The suit on