She didn’t need it, but since we both got off on it, I spit on her pussy. I watched as it clenched, needy and empty. Lowering my head, I fucked her with my tongue, using my thumb to circle her clit till she tightly gripped my hair and held me to her. Her hips rocked with abandon, fuckin’ my face as she moaned my name.

My motherfuckin’ name.

Her legs trembled, squeezing my head like she wanted to smother me in her pussy.

A king’s death.

But I held them open, taking and taking and taking as she came. Before it passed, I moved onto my knees and slammed in, burying myself balls deep in one forceful plunge.

She cried out.

Shit.

I was about to stop when her hands clutched my forearms. Her legs wrapped tight around me, her heels digging into my ass cheeks. “Don’t you dare stop. Harder, Ward. Please.”

I had just enough rein on my control to be careful of her stomach, but that was it. I fucked her hard, pulling out till only the thick head stretched her before pounding in. I held her hips down, forcing her to take it all. Keeping my weight off her, I leaned down to bite her nipples. Her neck. To kiss her till she was breathless in her surrender, her lips parted for me to take and use and own.

And Mac fuckin’ loved it.

Begged for it.

Gave as good as she got, scratching her nails down my back as she came around my dick. Coated me in her sweet juices.

My gaze dropped to our connection. “Fuck, you take me so perfectly.”

My balls tightened, and that was the only warning I got before I came so hard, I thought I’d passed out. Thick bursts of cum filled her, and she took it all—my dick, my cum, my sanity, my fuckin’ soul.

Putting my fists on either side of her shoulders, I kissed her till she needed to breathe. I didn’t pull out. Wasn’t ready to. I hung my head and closed my eyes.

It’d been hurried.

Desperate.

Honest.

The hottest fuckin’ thing I’d ever experienced in my damn life.

* * *

“Can I tell you something?”

After the way she’d taken my cock and emptied my balls till there was nothing but dust left, Mac could tell me anything.

I didn’t say all that. “Always.”

She was silent for a few beats. “Actually, it’s more of a question.”

“Answer’s the same.”

“How’d Mayhem rescue Kat?”

That wasn’t my topic of choice after the best damn sex of my life, but I answered anyway. “She had a shitty boss who tried to use the fact she’s undocumented to do some seriously shitty shit. We got her out before he could.”

“I hope his crotch gets run over by a motorcycle.”