Riot Act (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

My heart races away from me as he bows his head, ducking the tiniest bit, purses his lips, and releases a trail of saliva from his mouth…that lands right on my pussy.

“Good girl. My good little slut. Come for me now. Come all over my dick. Give me what I want. Shhh. That’s it. That’s it. Good girl.”

“Good girl. Harder.” Suddenly, his hand’s locked around my throat, and he’s cutting off my air supply. “Come harder for me, Chase. Soak my cock.”

“We’re not at a used car dealership. I’m going to blow your back out, Chase. That kind of arrangement does not qualify for a fucking handshake.”

“You think,” he growls, “that a little sweat is gonna put me off, Chase? I want your sweat. I want you filthy. I want you out in the beating sun for seven hours straight, and then I want your pussy on my face. You dare shower before coming here and I’ll make you fucking regret it.”

“Good. Good girl,” he mutters. “That’s it. It’s okay. I’m gonna give you my come. Shh. It’s okay. Keep coming for me.”

“I welcome the day I lose my mind, Chase. At least then, when I’ve truly lost it, I’ll be oblivious to the fact. I’ll just be crazy. Nothing in the world will matter anymore. I want you to be mine. I—I’m fucking in love with you, Chase. I want to learn how to show you that. I want to make you fucking believe it. ”

“I’d find a way to rip the goddamn moon right out of the sky if you begged me for it,” he rumbles,