“I want to hear those sounds leaving your mouth.”
“God, Lex, you’re too deep,” she whispers, and I realize just how much of my cock I’m making her take. Every fucking inch. I’m deep enough that I feel her still swollen clit against my pelvis.
I draw back, giving her a fraction of relief. “Have you ever been spit on?” I ask.
“What?”
“Has your husband ever spit on your pussy?”
She shakes her head fast enough to make me certain she’s never had such a disrespectful thing done to her.
I reach over and push my thumb into her mouth, tugging her lower lip as I pull it out. I lean down and spit on her pussy, the warm wetness dripping down her clit and spreading around my cock. It isn’t a disrespectful gesture. Quite the contrary. I respect no one else the way I respect her. She lets out a soft moan that surprises us both.
“Oh, bunny, you liked that?”
Unwilling to face her own shame, she doesn’t answer me. I push my thumb back into her mouth and graze her lower lip before raising her chin.
“Open your mouth,” I say. My spit on her pussy isn’t enough, and I’m sure no one’s ever spit in her pretty mouth, either. She hesitates, and I stare at her full lips as I wait for her to do as she’s told. “Come on, sweet bunny, open up for me.” My voice is low and rich with pleasure.
I hit the overhead light because I want to see it all. She spreads her lips for me, and my cock twitches at the sight. Part of me wants to pull out and put her incredible mouth on my dick, make her taste us both, but I want to be inside her pussy more.
I smirk as I lean over her, my mouth watering with anticipation. Not often do you get to do such an act to a woman so above you. At this moment, it doesn’t matter how much more money and power she has. She’s below me.
I spit in her mouth. A startled yelp leaves her throat as it hits her tongue. I know she doesn’t want to like it, but it’s clear her body does as she clenches around me.
“You’ve taken all I’ve given you,” I groan as I thrust deeper. I’m getting close again, feeling the walls of her pussy tightening around me. The thought of filling her again, giving her another load that claims her as mine, shoves me closer to my edge.
Something about spilling my pleasure into her and keeping her on my dick until I could fuck and fill her again makes me forget about everything around us. It makes me forget about our crimes. I forget that we’re running from the law.
I come. A low and gravelly groan vibrates her mouth as I kiss her. I put my hand around the base of my dick as I draw away from her and sit up. When I’m most of the way out, my tip still twitches inside her. A trail of come washes along my dick. There’s so much come. She’s a fucking mess as I pull out of her. I gather as much as I can with the tips of my fingers and push it back inside her. I graze her clit as I draw my fingers away.
“You look so fucking sexy covered in my come,” I growl. She does. She’s spread open for me, coated in two loads, and she has my spit on her tongue.
We’re from two different worlds, but only a thick layer of our remnants separates us now. We’re in a place where pain and suffering can only be cured by pleasure.
A place where there are no rules or laws.
A place where wolves sleep with their prey.
ChapterFourteen
Selena
Ican’t believe I let Lex spit on me. I’ve never had such a degrading thing done to me in my life. But when he was over me, with his lips pouting and his tongue moving to gather his spit, I let him. I’d let him do just about anything to me. Hell, I was even willing to let him kill me. A little spit is nothing in comparison.
The spit didn’t bother me as much as the way my body responded to it. The wet warmth made me throb. I watched it fall from his perfect lips and move toward my mouth in slow motion, and my stomach tightened with excitement. I hated that I liked it, but I loved how big and powerful he felt above me as his spit lived on my tongue. I swallowed a piece of him, taking it deep into my stomach while his cock drove upward.
“What’s on your mind, rabbit?” Lex asks as I drive. His words rip me from my thoughts. I don’t know how to answer him. Everything blurs together and makes it hard for me to focus on any one thing.
Red and blue flashes light up behind us.
“Fuck!” Lex says. He doesn’t look scared or panicked. He looks angry—annoyed with me and the situation. I’ve never seen fear on his face, and I don’t think I ever will. He flips down the mirror and brushes his hair over the tattoo along his hairline. He’s not panicking, but I am. My breath hitches as I pull to the side of the darkened highway.
Lex reaches over and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “If things go south, put your seat down and get out of my way.” He gestures to the pistol tucked into his waistband. “You need to get your shit together, little rabbit. You look like a bunny who’s seen movement in the bushes—back straight as an arrow, nose flaring, eyes wide. I need you to be brave, or we’re both fucked. Do you understand that?”
“Lex...” I whisper with a shake of my head that won’t stop. I’mtryingnot to panic, but my nerves are rubbing raw from the inside out. I look so out of place beside Lex, and the guilt I feel from all the murders I’ve witnessed simmers beneath my skin, ready to ooze from me.
You’ve lied to the police before,I remind myself, trying to harness the bravery Lex thinks I possess. I seek the confidence that concealed my bruises so many times before.