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“I’m going to call you Mayhem. Because that’s exactly what you look like down there. Chaos. Trouble. Like a riot I know I should run from, but I can’t fucking look away.”
And keeping an emergency pair of panties in my glove box? What a power move.
“Keep it up, sweet thing,” he says so only I can hear. “I’ll pull you down onto the field and fuck you right into this dirt. And we both know you’ll love every minute of it.”
“And look at you being a good girl for me, opening that slutty little mouth to be filled. I love it when you’re agreeable, Mayhem.”
I can’t put my finger on what she smells like, but it’s definitely a mixture of something and her.
“I know who it is,” I grumble, swiping the phone up and pressing the green button to answer. “Hello?” “Riggs Sebastian Valentine, please tell me you aren’t clipping your nails at the table in the presence of a lady!” my mom yells, practically blowing out my eardrum. The woman is a saint, but if she knows we’re doing something we shouldn’t be, she’s the first to call us out.
He’s wearing a tight black Daytona Fury t-shirt that rides up slightly at the hem, gray sweatpants that hang so low, I can see the delicious V of his abs peeking out from under the waistband, and a fitted white baseball cap, turned backwards. Damn it. This guy is as slutty as they come.
“Mayhem is the perfect nickname for you,” he quips, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me down the hall. “You’ve got me acting crazy out here.”
I love the way you look in my clothes. I love the way you look in my house. You make me want more.
There’s no contact to my clit whatsoever, but his sounds and the way he’s brutally fucking my face is enough to have me ready to come right here.
“Shut the fuck up and take this cunt like a good boy.” Gone. Dead. Good-fucking-bye.
“You’ll submit to me and let me take what I need in this room. But out there, in the world? You’re my fucking queen. I’ll fall at your feet and give you everything. You’ll never have to question how loved you are, because I’ll remind you every day that you own me.”
“Yep. Last time I was that up-close and personal with a wand, your best friend’s dick was in my mouth.” His face goes completely pale as horror clouds his expression. “Jesus fucking Christ, Grace! I told you to stop fucking him!” He stomps his foot like a petulant child, and I stifle a laugh of my own.
