Page 18 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
When I suck that off, Mace loses that carefully exercised control of his, grabbing onto the back of my head and pushing his hips forward. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, wrapping my right fist around the base of his shaft to keep him from going any further. I might be the deep-throat queen, but Mace’s dick is enormous.
He pumps his hips against my face, filling my mouth with the salty sweetness of his cock. The heaviness of it resting against my tongue strokes the fires of my own lust, and I just know that I’ve soaked that cute, little pink thong all the way through.
Mace keeps a firm grip on my hair, fucking my mouth with deep, slow strokes as his head falls back and a rumbling groan tears from his lips. But he’s still in control. I want to see him lose it completely.
I put one of my palms on his lower belly and push back at the same time he pulls out, his cock sliding from my lips.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, looking up at him, his fingers still locked on my hair.
He tilts his head down to look at me, his lip curling up in a snarl. When he pushes me away and starts to leave again, I scramble to my feet and grab a jar of chocolate sauce from the fridge, chucking it against the wall so that it shatters into a million little pieces.
Mace stops to look as I pad toward him, throwing my arms around his neck and lifting up onto my tiptoes to kiss him. Our lips just barely make contact before he’s throwing me over the kitchen table and ripping my thong off. The fabric tears, and I feel a small pang of regret that I won’t get to wear the stupid thing anymore.
But it’s oh so worth it when Mace puts the head of his shaft, still wet with my saliva, against my opening. I’m soaked through with desire, so when he thrusts forward, my pussy has zero trouble taking the full, thick length of his shaft. Mace grips my hair like reigns and rides me so hard that the heavy table beneath us shifts slightly forward.
The wet, slapping sound of our bodies coming together is the only noise in the quiet house, a primal, basic rhythm that’s as unmistakable as the patter of rain outside.
Mace rides me hard and fast, bruising my hips with each powerful slam of his body against mine. He isn’t nice about pulling my hair either, yanking me back so that my body is bowed, my hips pressing into him. My breasts sway, the sticky milk-covered t-shirt stuck to the hard points of my nipples as he fucks me with all the pent-up fury of the past few weeks.
One of those enormous hands of his comes around to touch my clit, and his frenzy slows just a little, the rapid piston thrusting of his hips turning into the slow in and out motion that he used on my mouth.
He waits until my climax sneaks up on me, my body tightening around his, milking that big shaft of his. I desperately want him to come in me, but instead, he pulls out and finishes on my ass.
I’m lying there, shaking, my fingers curling against the wooden surface of the table.
When I look back at him, I can tell he’s furious with me. Or himself. Maybe both of us.
“Come here, Natalia,” he snarls, hauling me up from the table and hoisting me into his arms. I try to touch his face as he carries me up the stairs, but he won’t look at me. Instead, he dumps me back in my bedroom and goes to leave.
“Wait,” I call out, my heart thundering, desperate for a connection of some kind. Any connection at all. Mace looks back at me once, but then tears his gaze away, like the sight of me lying there in a wet t-shirt, his cum all over my ass and thighs, is too much to handle.
“Go to sleep,” he growls, and then he steps out and slams the door behind him.
In the morning, I wake to find that the chocolate sauce has been cleaned off the wall, and it’s as if nothing happened between us at all.Chapter 5ColtWithout really meaning to, I hold my breath as Natalia steps into an obvious trap that Hawke’s just laid for her. As I anticipate, he blocks her predictable punch, throwing his weight into his next move and sending her flying across the room. Damn, dude, do you really gotta throw our girl around like that?
To my surprise, though, she twists in the air just in time to fall properly and is back on her feet in less time than it takes for me to release my breath. Fuck, yeah, babe, show that asshole what’s up.
