Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,27

a deep drag with a groan of satisfaction as Tatum growled in anger, realising what I done and made a move to pull back.

“Show me you own me, baby,” I purred, keeping the cigarette in the corner of my mouth as I returned my other hand to her hair too and she used her teeth to scrape a line down my shaft in anger, but she didn’t jerk away, taking me right to the back of her throat again like she had a point to prove.

That was all the acceptance I needed and I groaned again as I drove my cock deep and she took it like she was aching for it, moaning her own desire loudly and hungrily.

I wasn't a gentleman about it, gripping her hair hard and thrusting in and out of those perfect lips until I was coming hot and fast down her throat.

I held her tight as I remained deep inside her for a long moment, my head tipped back to the vaulted ceiling in ecstasy as I blew out a lungful of nicotine.

When I let her pull back, I stubbed the cigarette out then tugged her to her feet and kissed her, loving the taste of me on her lips and the way she curled her arms around my neck and pulled me even closer.

I walked her back to a heavy wooden dresser at the side of the room and lifted her up to sit on it, pushing her thighs apart and shifting her dress aside so that one of the slits in it bared her black panties to me.

I took her hand in mine as I continued to kiss her and guided it inside her panties, using my fingers to push two of her own inside herself and loving how fucking wet she was as I touched that sweet pussy of hers.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” she snarled, biting my lip in punishment for the smoke and I laughed against her anger.

“I think that’s what you like about me. Fuck knows there isn’t much else,” I teased.

“You’ll pay for that stunt,” she swore, gasping as I used my fingers to guide hers in and out of herself again.

"We're late, baby," I groaned as I forced myself to step back. "If we're not down there in three minutes, Liam will lose his shit and believe me, that's not a pleasant experience for anyone involved. I won't put you at his mercy."

"So, what-" she began, moving to withdraw her hand, but I pushed it back down.

"I want you to come for me while I get dressed. And then tonight, I'm going to bring you back here and fuck you so good that you'll forget all about what a selfish fuck I've just been and forgive me for it." I smirked at her as I waited and she cursed me as she began moving her fingers in soft circles beneath her black panties.

I backed up until I could grab my clothes from my bag, tugging on a pair of boxers and charcoal grey pants before adding socks and lacing a pair of fancy ass shoes on my feet. It was made harder to concentrate on my task as Tatum moaned and panted opposite me, her fingers driving in and out of that tight pussy while she played her clit just the way she liked it and I took notes for later.

As I threaded my belt through the loops, I was gifted all kinds of ideas about how I’d like to string her up and ruin her and I had to re-buckle it as the thought of that and the sight of her working herself had me fucking it up.

I shrugged into a black shirt, hooking the buttons together over my tattooed torso as I approached her again and her moans got louder.

I watched the fucking perfect way her face contorted with pleasure as she worked herself into a frenzy and I pushed her panties aside just as her moans got louder. I drove two fingers deep inside her right as she came, her pussy clamping down hard around me as I kissed her to taste that fucking pleasure on her tongue.

"You're such an asshole," she panted against my mouth as I pumped my fingers a few times to prolong her orgasm before drawing them back out and fixing her underwear for her.

I sucked her wetness from my fingers and hers as I chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, baby, I am. But I promise that was barely even the warm up.