“Yes, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.” I hooked a finger under her chin, forcing those brown eyes, saturated in fucked up emotional tears, to look at me. “And I promise you I’ll kill him for laying a finger on you.”
Her eyes widened, then in an instant, they darkened, her lips crashing over mine, hardening my cock almost instantly. The pure desperation as she claimed my mouth had me unraveling. It was getting harder and harder to keep the wild beast inside of me tamed. I could feel him clawing at my chest, ready to devour this broken woman who was nothing but fractured puzzle pieces and white satiny skin.
“What if someone catches us,” I asked, pulling away just a bit.
“I don’t care.”
“Yeah, you do, Shasta. I know you do.”
She shook her head. “If I mean nothing to him, then he means nothing to me. So, fuck me, Clash,” she demanded.
Very gently, I pulled out of her embrace, searching her eyes to see if she was out of her mind.
She most certainly was.
“Baby girl?”
“Fuck me, Clash. Fuck me right now… out here… in the dark… in the middle of a summer storm. Fuck me until I’m weak in the knees and all I can feel is the ghostly shell of where your cock split me in two. Fuck me, Clash, for every messed-up minute he fucked that whore inside. I need a distraction—I need to even the score.”
“You’re going to have to do a lot of fucking in order to even that score, Shasta.”
She smiled deviously, her grin stretching into pure mischief and mayhem. Gone was the fragile girl standing on the edge of a cliff, debating whether to end it all. In her place stood the sexual vixen who sucked my cock while her man was on the phone. A woman whose need for revenge landed her in a bed sandwiched between two men. She looked ready for war, and I had to say, I had no problem with drawing my sword to fight for her honor. Even if it meant going up against Sabbath again.
“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to,” she said huskily, tickling her fingers up my chest, staring up into my eyes like a woman with no fucks left to give.
She gripped the lapels of my shirt and pulled me into a cove of trees behind the clubhouse. The rain was coming down in sheets, and both of us were drenched.
My back hit the tree as she worked my belt from my body and the wet denim down my legs until my cock sprung free.
Her tiny hand circled my cock as she dropped to her knees, not giving a damn that when she came inside, the dirt would give everything away.
Her mouth covered the head of my dick, but before she took me in, she pulled her head back, looking up at me with the innocence of a succubus.
“I’m going to suck the shit out of your cock, so you better fuck the hell out of my face.”
Instant arousal filled my nuts as I fought the urge to bust my load right there. The dirty talk, the absolute I don’t give a damn attitude, could’ve made me nut prematurely, but I didn’t. I held it in, gripping her wet strands with my fist as she opened her mouth up to me.
I slid to the back of her throat, her eyes going wide when she felt it tickle her tonsils. She didn’t gag or get tears in her eyes. She just sucked me down, rolling her tongue around the shaft before pulling back just a little.
“Is that all you got?”
“Fuck no, baby girl. I’m just fucking getting started.”
The primal need to claim her mouth overtook me as I fucked her hard and without remorse, watching in awe as she took in all my girth and made it her bitch. No woman had ever been able to handle me being rough while giving a blow job, but Shasta, Shasta fucking took everything like a queen.
“You like it when I fuck your mouth like this, baby girl?”
She nodded, gurgling and moaning around my cock as I stroked in and out of her. Her sounds were like coals on a burning fire, simmering the raging inferno that erupted out of me like a dormant volcano.
Cum shot out of my tip without warning, coating the back of her throat as she guzzled me dry. I half expected for that to be the end of it all, but she shot up, turning backwards so her wet dress pressed against the tree and her uncovered pussy was there taunting me.
“It’s all yours, Clash. All you have to do is fucking make me cum.”
Obsession worked its way into my toes as I thought about all the ways I could claim this woman and make her mine. I moved in seductively behind her, gripping her brown locks until they were wrapped around my fist like a bridle, and she was the wild steed I was ready to break.
“Be careful what you wish for, Shasta, because I can be relentless when it comes to fucking a beautiful woman.”