Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“I’m coming,” she screamed out as the pleasure was almost too much. She lifted her ass, trying to make him go deeper although she knew it was impossible.
He let go of her wrists and snaked his hand up her back to grab a chunk of her hair. Mayhem pulled her head back until her neck was exposed. She turned her head so she could see him as he came—as she got off.
His gaze was heavy-lidded as he watched his cock disappear into her ass. Sweat glistened on his body, and she wanted to lick it all off, wanted it covering her. As if he sensed her stare, he lifted his gaze to hers and started really pounding into her, his mouth open as he grunted out every time he was balls deep in her.
It was like her orgasm was never-ending.
Her ass tightened around his cock on its own this time, and he growled before thrusting several more times into her and then stilling.
His roar of completion sounded like a feral animal. He tightened his hand in her hair so hard tears pricked her eyes.
“Motherfucker.” That word spilled from his mouth in a rush as he came in her ass. He braced himself on his hands on either side of her head and stayed still, buried in her, breathing hard.
They stayed in that position until she felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs and might pass out. Mayhem finally rolled off of her, and she collapsed on the bed face first.
For several long moments, nothing was said. The only sound was their erratic breathing. She turned just her head to face him, saw his eyes closed, and one arm slung over his forehead.
He was still breathing hard, his muscles contracting and rippling from the force. His cock, now semi-erect, lay on his thigh, glossy from the lube covering the latex.
“I’d fuck you again, but my cock is depleted.” The corner of his mouth kicked up, and she couldn’t help but snort.
“I couldn’t go round two anyway. I can’t even move right now.”
He looked over at her and cracked an eye open. “Well, baby, you better get some sleep because the next week is going to leave you bowlegged and sore.”
He gave her a full force grin then, and she swore her heart skipped a beat at those words and that smile.
Why is this man getting under my skin so much?
Chapter
Fifteen
“What’s the word?” Fury asked, sitting at the head of the meeting table, his face a mask of indifference.
Mayhem was tense all over, just getting off the phone with one of the guys in the Cardona family.
He would have preferred to do this business and meetup with Sal or even Marco, since they were the leaders, but as long as shit got taken care of, it didn’t matter.
Everyone was gathered around the table, the patches all watching Mayhem intently.
“I’m meeting up with them at Monstello’s.”
“Kind of stereotypical to be meeting at that Italian coffee shop, isn’t it?” Dealer asked in all seriousness.
“Listen, they tell me where to go, and I listen because I want this shit done.”
“I still don’t understand why in the fuck you’re doing this for some random bitch,” Shorty asked, his focus on Mayhem as he inhaled from his joint. “I mean, who the fuck cares if her brother got into shit with some punk-ass mafia?”
Mayhem had told Fury about what was going down, for obvious reasons, and had no intentions of telling the club.
It would have had the patches wanting in on it when they didn’t need to be put in the middle of shit that didn’t concern them. He didn’t want them in with the Cardonas when it was Mayhem’s decision to do this.
“Why I’m doing this isn’t anyone’s fucking problem but my own, and that’s why I didn’t want any of you knowing.” He looked at Fury, not meaning to snap at the other patches but he was on edge lately, even after finally fucking Butters.
He might not have sampled that sweet pussy of hers, but he’d had her in some way, and even that hadn’t eased this tension in him. Maybe once the drop-off was done he’d feel better about it all?
“But the prez thought it best that everyone was up to speed with it, just in case there is blowback, which I don’t want with the club.”
“You’re seriously doing this alone?” Dirty asked.
“No need for everyone to be there when it’s just a drop-off.”
“That’s fucking insane and dumb as hell,” Dirty replied and leaned back in the chair. “You know things can change like that.” Dirty snapped his fingers.
“Well, it might be, but it’s my dumbass move to make.”
Dirty didn’t move but did keep staring at Mayhem. “She your old lady or something?”
Mayhem clenched his hands on his thighs and glared at Dirty. “No.”