Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High Book 2) by Sam Crescent (best classic novels .TXT) 📗

on her clit, I used my teeth, creating just enough pain. Then I soothed it out by swirling around her nub before going down to her entrance and teasing her there.

I couldn’t get enough.

Her pussy juices were all over my face and I lapped them up while my name was a constant mantra spilling from her lips.

Plunging two fingers deep in her cunt, I felt her pulse around me. The moment I made her come, I was going to use my cock, but not a moment too soon.

She wriggled on my fingers and I relished each pulse of her. Pushing my fingers in and out of her, I twisted them and stroked right where her G-spot was. Tantalizing her. This got her even wetter, and as I sucked on her clit, I knew she was close to coming. Rather than prolong her release, I took care of it, getting her off quickly.

I was also being selfish. As much as I wanted to give her the best orgasm in the world, I also wanted to fuck her.

I knew I wasn’t going to last and as she came, the pleasured sounds spilled from her lips, echoing around the room, and I didn’t waste a second. I eased down my zipper, pulling my cock free from the tight confines of the clothes, and pressed the tip between her thighs. I plunged in and out of her before moving up to touch her clit with my tip. She was still in the throes of her orgasm. I was an expert at making a woman last, and I intended to make her as well, only, I couldn’t wait any longer.

Gripping her hips, I slammed balls deep inside her, the tight heat of her cunt thrilling me, I held on to her hips in a death grip as I began to pound her. I wasn’t slow at all. I took what I wanted.

Her pussy still was pulsing on my dick in little aftershocks of pleasure. I’d been waiting seven years for this. Seven long, exhausting, tiring years, and there was no way I could hold back. I fucked her hard and fast, but I couldn’t control my need for her. Slamming to the hilt within her, I came, spilling every single drop of cum inside her, probably flooding her cunt with a lot of my spunk. I needed to start using protection. I didn’t want her to die from a complicated pregnancy, like my mother did.

I pressed my face against her tits and groaned.

“Fuck,” I said. “Next time will be a lot longer.”

“Really?”

“Don’t be a bitch.” I lifted my head.

She chuckled. “I’m not being a bitch. Just wondering is all.” Her hand lifted as if she was going to touch me. I wanted her to. Slowly, she placed her hand on my cheek and stroked. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” I kissed the inside of her palm. “I’m going to get her back, Em. I promise.”

“I know.”

“You can still be angry with me.”

“No, I can’t. Drake, even though he’s an asshole, he’s right. If this was the other way around, I would’ve done everything within my means to get you back. I know that. If it had been anyone else, I’d understand, but it’s Ashley. She’s a civilian, or as close to one as I can imagine.”

I kissed her lips. “I’m going to get her back.”

“But what if you can’t? What if he’s taken her far away and we can never find her?”

“Baby, don’t underestimate who I am. I know how to get shit done and believe me when I say this, I’m going to get it done.” There was no way I was going to let Emily down. Ashley had been a means to an end but if her safety was what my woman wanted, her safety was what she’d get.

Chapter Ten

River

 

I was going over Emily’s security with Drake when Caleb came into the room, and without a single warning, clocked one of our best men right in the jaw. Drake would have seen it coming, but rather than defend himself, he took the punch. Interesting.

“Don’t you ever fucking make a deal with Emily. Do you understand? Whatever you want, you get?”

Drake rubbed at his jaw. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not because of you.”

“Oh, please. That woman was on her high horse and she needed a fucking wake-up call. Guess what? I provided it. Damn. You sure know how to hit.”

Caleb lifted his fist. I didn’t make a single move to stop him.

“You made a deal with Emily?”

“It was an agreement, and in the long term, it helped your buddy out, but I guess he doesn’t like having his dick sucked.” Drake groaned. “I stated some facts to her. If she didn’t like it, it’s not my problem. Fuck.” He tested out his jaw. It wasn’t broken. “You going to kill me?”

“I should.” Caleb looked ready to shoot him in the head.

“Then get on with it, or if you don’t mind, I’m going to do my job and make sure she lives past you getting to Earl Valentine. Or do you want her brains splattered over the bedroom walls?”

“What are you talking about?”

I raised a brow at my best friend. “You finally got your time with Emily?”

“Are you slow?” Drake asked.

I looked at Drake. All throughout high school, I hadn’t liked him. There were times I still didn’t. He acted without thought half the time, and he had a lot of parental issues. Whenever we had parents to deal with and took Drake along, it always got messy. I accepted it, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

One thing I couldn’t deny, he was damn good at his job. Keeping Emily alive while we dealt with Valentine’s betrayal was something we needed