Page 104 of Malice and Surrender
Her breath hissed out. “Would it matter?”
“Not really. Now bend over,” I said, but she glared over her shoulder at me. Her elbow came for the side of my face. I snatched the arm out of the air and shoved her hard, forcing her to bend over. “You want to struggle, Peaches? Then you can do it with my cock in you.”
Gripping her ass and holding her still, I lined up to her soaking wet pussy and thrust into her tight opening.
“Ahh,” Raine screamed, her fingers clawing at the hood of the car as I forced the last inch into her body.
My cock was twitching and ready to cum already. Pulling almost all the way out, I thrust into Raine again, and I shuddered as she yelled again, but this time it was my name. It was as beautiful a sound as any song I’d ever written.
With each thrust, the little whimpering noises got louder. The sound traveled over my skin like a warm breeze.
“That’s it. Scream for me,” I said and picked up the pace.
I was lost to the pleasure flooding my system and was only vaguely aware of Raine cumming and soaking my cock with her release. Her body smacked into the car with each powerful thrust as I pushed us to the goal. Reaching around her body, my hand slipped to her clit. I pinched and felt it swell between my fingers.
“Scream for me, Peaches. Scream my name, or I’ll stop fucking you right now,” I growled. Lifting my foot up to the bumper, I changed positions, and Raine let out the first strangled yell with the new angle.
“Fuck, Jace!” she finally roared as I slammed my cock into her and pushed deeper than before. “Ahh.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, the sound of slapping skin and Raine’s yells loud in my ears.
“No,” she wailed, even as tears and sweat trickled down her cheeks.
“Rub your clit. Cum all over me again,” I said, and watched her hand slip from the hood of the car to between her legs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I yelled, as I felt her hand rubbing vigorously at herself, and then she wrapped her fingers around my cock. They didn’t even fit all the way, but it was still better than any fucking cock ring. “Fuck, Peaches, yes. You’re going to make me cum.”
“Jace,” she screamed loudly.
Her body shuddered, and the walls of her sweet pussy gripped me hard as she came. There was no faking or denying it as she froze, and once more, my cock was flooded with the warmth of her orgasm. That was all it took, and a thrust later, my release gripped me in a chokehold. I opened my mouth to yell, but no sound came out. Pulling back, I slammed home hard, and more came out, so I did it again and again.
My breathing was ragged as I collapsed onto her body, and all I could hear was our panting and the drumming of my pulse inside my head.
Raine nodded, her eyes glazed over. “I really love the feel of that ring,” she mumbled, making me smirk.
“That’s good because as soon as I catch my breath, I’m fucking you again.” The corner of her mouth pulled up in a grin, and my heart pounded a little harder for a totally different reason. Stretching my hands along her arms, I linked our fingers together. “You’re ours now, Peaches, and no one is taking you away.”
Kaivan
“You know you’re making me miss the sweetbutt party?” Roach groaned. “I thought we’d be done by now.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You sound like you’re going to miss a game show, you old man.” I smirked as Roach swore at me. “I can’t take the chance that Jim gets tipped off before I get what I need from him.”
“Fine. You sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Roach asked as he lit a smoke, the little end glowing brightly.
“Naw, this piece of shit is all mine. If the fat fuck makes it out here, lasso his ass and drag him down the road.”
“Dude, I’m riding a motorcycle, not a horse. How about I just run him over?” Roach said as he leaned forward on his bike. “Still not sure why I couldn’t bring the truck. At least I could’ve had a nap.”
“Stop bitching. You sound like Mannix when he misses the next episode of The Young and the Restless.”
“Yo, no one is that bad, except maybe Naomi.”
We snickered as I gave the area a once over and wondered if I should’ve brought Wilder too. The cabin home was set way back from the road in the middle of the swap. This was not my usual hunting ground, and I preferred the concrete and crack houses to chase my prey. On the plus side, there were no neighbors for miles. The smell of wet foliage and rotting undergrowth mixed with the typical humid stench made me think of Louisiana. I’d had to venture out that way a few times this past year on missions for Chase or Beast since I never saw our Prez. I just couldn’t get used to the brackish smell that permeated everything around the Mancini Mansion. I had to give it to the Mafia family, though. They sure did know how to treat a guy right.
Cracking my neck, I revved my bike and wheeled into the driveway. I could have walked in, and that would’ve been a fuck load quieter, but I wanted to take him by surprise in a different way.
As I suspected, the sound of the bike drew Jim out of the house with a large rifle in hand. I pulled up beside his truck and cut the loud engine. My eyes skimmed over the shitty cottage-style home and any possible security system. There were no cameras that I could see and only a light on his porch.
