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“You think I don’t fucking want you,” he snarled incredulously. “I’m so famished for you I’m nearly ready to come.” Mica grasped her hand, brought it to his crotch, and wrapped it around his dick. “I ache to be inside of you, Kat. I’m leaking pre-cum for fuck’s sake.”
He stopped breathing and closed his eyes when she started caressing up and down. Her grip around his dick was just right, not to tight and not too loose. If she kept pumping him, he was going to spill his seed in her hand, and that would be a travesty because he wanted to be buried inside her balls-deep when he came. He wanted, needed to feel her hot, wet cunt squeezing around him and covering him in her juices.
He wanted everything with her.
* * * *
Kat had no intention of letting Mica back out. She needed him just as much, if not more, than she needed air to breathe. While she was still as scared as hell that the three Donnybrook men would eventually break her heart, she hadn’t and couldn’t walk away from them. If this was her only chance to be with men she’d come to care for—even if she only admitted that to herself—then she was going to take it and savor each special moment. She had a lot of regrets that weren’t of her own making and maybe one or two of her own, but she wasn’t going to let this chance slip through her fingers. When she was all alone once more, she wanted to have memories she could look back on.
She loved feeling the way his thick, hard cock twitched in her hand. The more she caressed him the hornier she got. She was so damn wet her juices were leaking continuously from between her legs.
When she spied another drop of clear fluid in the slit on the tip of his cock, she was curious how it would taste. As soon as that thought formed, she decided to take action. Since Mica still had his head tilted back and his eyes closed, he wasn’t watching her. Quickly moving from her ass to her belly on the bed, she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick and lapped up the bead. Salty spiciness exploded on her tongue, and she moaned. Just as Mica threaded his fingers into her hair, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took his dick into her depths as far as she could.
“Fuck!” Mica growled.
Glancing up at him from beneath her lowered lashes, she almost smiled when she saw he was staring at her mouth as if entranced. Continuing with her hand pumping up and down what she couldn’t get into her mouth, she used her free hand to cup his balls. He groaned, and she moaned. Kat couldn’t believe how soft his sac was. While the skin of his shaft was a velvety softness, his sac was softer and more pliable. He seemed to like what she was doing if his constant noises were any indication.
Just as she got a good bobbing rhythm going, Mica gently pulled the hair at the back of her head and tugged her mouth from his dick. In the next moment, he’d grabbed her hips and lifted her onto her hands and knees with him behind her.
“You have the sexiest fucking ass. If I wasn’t so hungry for you, I’d take a bite out of it.” Mica kneaded her butt cheeks then smoothed a hand down between her legs. “So fucking wet,” he said after running a finger up through her labia. She moaned when he swiped it over her throbbing clit, then back down to dip into her pussy entrance. “Do you want me, sweetie?”
“Yes. Now, Mica. Hurry!”
“Settle down, Kat. You’ll get me, sweetie, but I’m not about to rush this. We’ll only ever get one first time, and I intend to absorb every touch, every sensation.”
Tears stung her eyes at his sweet words, but she blinked them back. Kat wasn’t a wuss, well, not unless she was having a flashback, and she wasn’t about to start crying like a little girl over some words. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t affected by them, but even she knew that was a load of shit.
“I can’t wait to taste this sexy little cunt, but that will have to wait for another time,” Mica murmured.
Kat wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to himself, so she didn’t say anything. She was having a hard enough time as if was. Mica was running his fingers through her folds and over her clit, and she could already feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. There was no way she wanted to climax yet. She needed to feel his cock inside her when she reached her peak. Although she was eager and craving to make love with him, too, she was getting a little weary, but she wasn’t about to let on to that fact.
The need to feel connected to Mica on an emotional level as well as a physical one was too intense to ignore or put off any longer.
She whimpered when he drove a finger into her pussy and groaned when her pussy clamped down around it.
“Fuck, you feel good clenching on my finger, sweetie. I can’t wait to feel this tight, wet cunt squeezing my dick.”
Kat shoved her hips back toward him, then gasped when he withdrew his finger. She was just about to tell him to put it back, but before she could, he maneuvered closer to her. His hair-roughened thighs pressed against the back of hers and added to her sexual excitement. His hard dick was between her legs, and then he started swaying forward and backward. She moaned, his cock sliding along her folds, the head nudging against her distended clit each time he pressed forward.
He was torturing them both with pleasure without penetrating her, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could stand.
“I can’t wait,” he said gruffly. Mica reached around her hip and between her legs, his chest pressed to her back. He grasped his cock, aligned it with her entrance, and began to penetrate her.
Her inner lips spread to admit him, and she gasped when the head of his dick popped through her tightness. He felt so good inside of her even if he was just penetrating her, but she couldn’t wait for him to fill her until she was so full she was bursting at the seams.
When he started nipping and licking at her neck, she canted to give him more access, and she moaned when he cupped one of her breasts and strummed his finger over her nipple. “Spread your legs more, sweetie,” he rasped out against her ear.
Kat hadn’t realized her ears were an erogenous zone until she’d made love for the first time. She had no idea why such an innocuous part of her body got her hotter with the concentrated ministrations but wasn’t sure she really cared. All she cared about right now was getting more of Mica’s dick into her pussy. He’d been holding still ever since he’d inserted the head of his cock in her.
Mica nipped her earlobe, then licked the sensitive piece of flesh as he started to rock his hips forward and back. Kat wanted to move with him, but she needed to get his beat down first. Plus, since all the Donnybrook men liked to be in control, she didn’t want to move too soon. If she did, he was likely to hold her still just as Jalen and Dante had.
She’d bide her time, and when he was lost in the amazing sensations they created together, she’d make her move.
Kat gasped and moaned as Mica glided his dick in and out of her pussy, until finally he was embedded to the root. He held still again, and she thought he might be giving her time to adjust to his thick intrusion.
She wasn’t having any of that, because she wasn’t some delicate little girl who couldn’t handle a bit of roughness. Actually, she loved it when Jalen and Dante had become a trifling aggressive with her in the end.
Kat bit her lip to keep her words of demand to herself and sighed when he began to move again. He retreated until he was just resting inside of her pussy and then he drove back in slowly but steadily. Mica did this again and again and again.
Frustration reared up, and Kat decided it was time to take the bull by the horns.
She waited for him to withdraw again and as he surged back in she slammed her hips back toward him. “Oh!” she cried, her pussy rippling around his dick.
“Fuck, sweetie, don’t do that. I was going slow so I didn’t hurt you.” Mica panted.
“I’m not a fucking fairy princess made out of glass, Mica. I’m a grown woman and can handle anything you or your brothers dish out. Now fuck me, damn it!”
Mica nipped her shoulder in what she thought might have been retaliation, but she wasn’t sure. Maybe he wa
s testing her on what she could handle. If he was, she was going to show him that she’d meant every fucking word she’d just said.
“You’d better hold on tight, Kat. I’m about to give you what you want.”
“’Bout fucking time.”
Mica retreated, and this time he slammed into her so hard, if she hadn’t been holding onto the sheet, she would have been pushed up the bed. He tightened his grip on her hips and then started shunting into and out of her hard and fast.
The hot friction of his dick gliding along her wet walls was so damn good she couldn’t get enough. Kat started moving with him. Their bodies slapping together and their panting breaths were the only sounds in the room.
He anchored an arm around her waist, splayed a hand over her belly, and started caressing her clit rapidly.
“Oh god,” she moaned out. Her clit was so engorged and sensitive, his touch was almost too much, but the pleasurable pain was too decadent to ask him to stop. Each time he pounded into her, she took a step closer to the apex of the slope.
Her lower belly was a pool of liquid desire and her muscles were getting tauter and tauter. The pressure inside grew higher and higher each time he stroked in and out of her pussy. Juices were flowing in a constant stream, and her limbs began to tremble.
She was so breathless she couldn’t fill her lungs enough to stop them from burning, but she was more intent on reaching the pinnacle a few steps away.
Mica shifted onto his knees and removed the hand on her hip. She heard a slurping sound, and then he was caressing over her star with a wet thumb. She moaned and shoved her hips back at him, then sobbed with pleasure as he pushed the tip into her ass.
She was wobbling on a thin knife’s blade of ecstasy and was sure another couple of strokes from his dick would see her catapulting over the rim.
Mica was making continuous low rumbling, growling sounds deep in his throat, and she guessed he was close to climax, too.
He stopped caressing her clit and she groaned with frustration, but then he pinched the sensitive nub between his finger and thumb. That was all it took to propel her toward the heavens with an explosion of rapture.
“Mica!” she screamed. A tsunamic flood of nirvana rolled over and through her, and it was so strong, her vision dimmed. Her pussy clamped down around his still shuttling cock before releasing and clenching down again. Her whole body quivered and quaked with a pleasure so intense she was sure she was about to pass out.
Her inner muscles convulsed and contracted with a seemingly never-ending cycle of bliss that was so forceful, it brought tears to her eyes.
Mica retreated from her pussy with a grunt, and as he shoved back in he yelled her name. “Kat!”
She felt each jolt and pulse of his cock as he cum spurted up his shaft, out the tip of his dick, and deep into her pussy and womb.
When the concentrated fervor began to wane, she sucked in fast shallow breaths as she tried to normalize her breathing and heartbeat and noticed that she was no longer up on her hands and knees.
Kat didn’t remember falling to the mattress, but she did remember the weakness invading her body as she climaxed. Mica was on top of her, making it hard to inhale, but she wasn’t about to ask him to move. She loved having him so close to her in post-coital bliss and didn’t care that she couldn’t fill her lungs properly.
She felt connected to him and his brothers on a deep emotional level and hoped that giving in to her attraction for the three Donnybrook brothers wouldn’t come back and bite her in the ass.
If Mica, Dante, and Jalen broke her heart, Kat would be done with men forever. And while she wasn’t normally a vengeful person, she could see herself doing something to get revenge for hurting her.
She shook her head. No, she wouldn’t. She’d been on the end of abuse for most of her life and wasn’t about to treat people the way her father and his asshole goons had treated her and Niki.
If they hurt her, she might just pack up and leave Slick Rock, the Donnybrook men, and her sister behind. Kat was used to relying on herself and wouldn’t have any trouble doing so again.
She just wished that she trusted them more, but for some reason, she couldn’t open herself up to them fully. It was as if she was trying to protect part of her heart and soul as she waited for the axe to fall. Did they even realize she was having a hard time letting go and giving them all of her trust? Or were they all more interested in getting her into their bed like most men were?
If that was the case, it might be beneficial for her to walk away now.
She was already more than a little broken. If they damaged her further she’d break into a million little pieces she’d never be able to glue together again.
Chapter Thirteen
Darren had decided to hole up in an abandoned cabin close to the town of Slick Rock rather than a motel room. He’d heard on the news all about Ramos and Thaddeus and how stupid they’d been. The dumb fuckers had kidnapped Katerina and then used her to lure Nikita out of hiding. Instead of driving the women somewhere quiet and away from the low populated town, they’d remained in the motel rooms.
He couldn’t believe that Nikita had had the balls to shoot both men and rescue her sister. While he hadn’t had much to do with the beautiful little bitch, he’d thought she was as meek and mild as a mouse. She was nearly as small as one.
Katerina, however, had always had a mouth on her. She’d often been sarcastic and vitriolic to her father’s men. He wondered what she would have done if she hadn’t been tied up.
Darren shifted in his seat as his dick came to life. He loved feisty women. It got him all hot and bothered when he had to fight for what he wanted. He’d love to fuck Katerina and put her in her place, but he couldn’t see that happening since he needed to get both women. The only way he’d be able to fuck her was if he tied her sister up, but first he needed to get them to sign on the dotted line.
Darren had drawn up the document for transfer of assets and cash himself. He’d found how to on the internet, and once he had their signatures, he was going to log the legal binding document with one of the lawyers Russo had used. The asshole had slipped under the radar of the cops, and though it would have been easier for Darren to get that bastard to draw up the legal papers, he hadn’t wanted anyone to know what he was up to.
Working by himself and keeping everything close to his chest had always been his way. Unless, of course, he was playing the brainless idiot he’d portrayed to his bosses and colleagues.
The stupid fuckers had treated him like a brainless bimbo, but he was going to have the last laugh when he had the millions of dollars in his bank account.
Darren gazed about as he drove through the town of Slick Rock, taking in where everything was as he headed toward his destination. Tonight, he was staying at the Country Inn Motel on Route 491. Tomorrow, he’d head to the abandoned shack he’d found on the internet when he’d used the topographical, real earth view map online. He was glad that he’d stolen one of the trucks from Russo’s garage after everything had gone quiet and the cops were no longer around. He was going to need four-wheel drive to get to his temporary home away from home. He had everything he’d need for camping in the back. He’d acquired a self-inflating foam mattress, two sleeping bags, and a camp stove just in case the shack didn’t have a fireplace. There was nonperishable food, and he had a couple of torches. If he needed anything else, he now had cash to buy it after pawning the ring to a pawnbroker. He hadn’t got as much as he wanted for the bauble, but he hadn’t let the dealing asshole swindle him, either.
Tonight, he’d enjoy being in the comfort of a soft bed and having food he ordered and cooked by someone else. After that, he’d be living on beans and other canned food, but he could stomach living the simple life for a few days to a week.
He liked his modern conveniences, but he would and could put up with anything to get what he wanted. When he had the Russo cunts’ monikers, he would be able to live the high life for the rest of his life.
He would tie those bitches up and starve them into acquiescence if he had to.
One way or the other he was going to win.
* * * *
Mica smiled when he heard Kat’s footsteps heading toward the kitchen. Yesterday and last night had been the best of his life. He and his brothers had made love with and claimed Kat as their woman, and he was happier than a pig in shit.
The muscles near his lips twitched and the smile faded from his face when he saw that Kat was dressed for work. While her face and eye were still bruised, the swelling had mostly receded and her lips was mostly healed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jalen asked when he glanced Kat’s way.
“I’m going to work like I usually do,” she answered sarcastically.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby.” Jalen shoved to his feet and walked from the dining room table toward the kitchen.
“I don’t give a shit about what you think, Jalen.” Kat lifted her stubborn chin and poked him in the chest. “I feel fine and I need to earn money to pay my way.”
“The doctor told you to rest, love,” Dante said as he came to stand beside Jalen.
“I feel fine,” she said as she took a couple of steps back. “I wouldn’t even consider going into the library if I didn’t. Why are men such fucking hypocrites? Don’t even think about telling me that you all wouldn’t go into work because of some bruising.”
Mica rubbed a hand over his face. Kat was right, but he also understood where his brothers were coming from. They’d taken time off work to spend it with her, so the bond growing between them all would become strong so that nothing would ever rock the foundations, but that wasn’t the only reason. They were all worried about the mob member who’d seemed to disappear from the face of the earth. For all they knew, the fucker was going to come after Kat and Niki to get revenge. His gut knotted at that thought.