Page 11 of Retaliation
She stood, her breasts heaving and her lipstick smeared across her face. I grabbed her roughly and kissed her, my tongue devouring the taste of my own pre-cum in her mouth. I broke the kiss and turned her back to face the mirror. I slipped my hands down her legs and brought the skirt of her dress up over her hips. She was bare beneath it, and blood pulsed to my cock as I gripped her plump ass.
“Are you wet for me, Sara?” I whispered against her neck, and she shivered.
“Yes,” she whispered. ”Dev.”
I nearly came undone as she pleaded my name. I gripped one of her legs and bent it at the knee, propping it on the vanity tabletop in front of her. She closed her eyes and pushed her ass back into my dick.
“Eyes open, beautiful. I want you to watch what I’m going to do to you.”
I dipped my fingers between her thighs and groaned. She was soaking wet. My fingers slid along her slick center, parting her lips as I nibbled her ear. I slid two fingers inside her, groaning as her pussy tightly clamped around them.
She whimpered, her hands kneading her breasts and tugging her nipples. “Dev. More.”
I chuckled against her neck and slipped my fingers out, lining my cock with her drenched pussy. “As you wish, beautiful.”
I slammed into her and groaned as she cried out. I pulled out a few inches, thrusting in again to the hilt and moaned. I wasn’t going to last long. She felt like sin, and I wanted to drown in that feeling.
“Fuck, beautiful. You’re so tight.”
Her body shuddered with pleasure, and I thrust in harder, stretching her with my swelling cock. I reached around and tugged on her clit. Her mouth popped open, and her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I thrust my hips faster, harder, circling the bundle of nerves between her legs as she cried out, bracing her hands on the mirror, her eyes locked with mine and filled with lust.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled into her ear and bit down on her neck, enough to leave a mark without drawing blood.
She screamed my name, pressing her ass back to meet my thrusts. Her sweet pussy clenched my cock, and I groaned, gripping her hips tighter. I thrust in again and again, rubbing her clit and drawing out her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, Dev,” she moaned.
I lost control, thrusting in once more to the hilt and spilling inside her. Her arms dropped to the vanity as her legs shook, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling forward.
I kissed her neck gently where my teeth left a mark. Sara tilted her head up to meet my gaze in the mirror with a lazy smile.
I winked at her. “I like this look on you.”
“Yeah?” She smirked.
I straightened, letting my cock slide out as my seed dripped down her leg. “Yeah. But I’m still going to enjoy fisting your silvery blue hair in my hands later, beautiful.”
Sara laughed, and the sound had me half hard already. “How could I refuse?”
I smirked back at her and grabbed a washcloth from her vanity, wiping up the mess between her thighs. I released her waist, and she slumped into a chair to take off her heels. I hiked my jeans and boxers back up and ran a hand through my hair. I eyed the knotted wig as she pulled out the pins. I was more than ready to give her that just-fucked look with her real hair later.
“I’ll wait outside for you.” I stepped out of the dressing room.
Performers grinned as they passed me. The music from the club was still loud back here, but I was sure a few of them heard Sara’s screams as they walked by her door. She appeared a few minutes later with her blue hair braided back, dressed in black skinny jeans, a fitted red sweater, and sexy as fuck knee-high boots.
I grinned down at her, grabbing her ass. “I like this look on you even more, beautiful.”
Sara smiled and palmed my half-hard dick through my jeans. “I can tell.”
“We’re leaving. Now.” The words were more of a growl.
This woman made me feel feral. I grabbed her hand and headed out into the club. I kept her close, glaring at anyone who looked at her. But they didn’t know who she was, now that Sara no longer wore the whole Marilyn costume. She was still sexy as fuck, though, and I noted several sets of lecherous eyes looking her way. Mine.
Pinky raised an eyebrow as we passed, and I smiled at her. She glanced at Sara, but my girl merely gave her a grin and looked away, unbothered by the attention. We stepped into the parking lot, and I slid my hand around her waist as I started toward my truck.
“I rode my bike here.” Sara stopped, looking in the opposite direction.
I tugged her toward me. “I’ll bring you back tomorrow to get it. Right now, I’m ready for round two.”
