by V Vee
But Andrew wasn’t having it. His green eyes glowed with an emerald fire backed by the flames of his red hair. His nostrils flared with an uncontrolled rage and for a moment—one brief, fleeting moment—I worried that he would hurt me. But when I felt his touch on the bare skin of my thighs, beneath the hem of my skirt, I knew any pain he inflicted would only be pleasurable to me. And only in the context of him screwing my brains out.
Dear God, I was twisted, and this man was only making it worse.
He chuckled as he glanced down and I realized by the sight of my hardened nipples pressing against my blouse that my body had betrayed me. Again.
That bitch.
“You seem to be under the foolish assumption that you can walk away from me, Kyra. No one walks away from the Irish mob. No one walks away from The Irishman once he decides he wants them for whatever purpose, and I want you. So, I will have you.”
I swallowed as one errant thought spilled over from my lips.
“But for how long?”
He smirked.
“Haven’t you realized it yet, love? You’re mine forever.”
Before I could refute his statement, Andrew pressed me down onto the table, his hands grabbing onto the fabric of my blouse and ripping it open. I gasped as the sound of buttons pinged and bounced across the floor. I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest. But I wasn’t sure if I was going to push him away or pull him closer. Goddamn, I wanted him so much and he smelled so fucking good.
He skimmed his nose along my neck, before dragging his tongue along the side of my throat. With any other man I would have been disgusted that he was essentially licking me like an animal, but with Andrew?
Fuck yes, taste me, Daddy.
My legs spread of their volition and my hips lifted, trying to get closer to the log that was hiding behind the zipper of his pants. He pressed his chest against mine, but refused to give me what I wanted most, which was the feeling of his groin aligned against my own. I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist.
Andrew tsked and pulled back to look down at me, shaking his head.
“Bad girl,” he said, lowering his hand and smacking my pussy through the fabric of my black and white striped pencil skirt.
The second Andrew’s hand connected with the most intimate part of me, I almost exploded. I moaned in complete satisfaction and couldn’t be bothered to care that everyone in the bar could hear me. Though I would never admit it, this had been the very thing I’d come to see him for. To have him touch me. To have him take me. To use me. To have him want me the same way he had in my kitchen the day before. I’d felt some type of way when I’d woken up with no call or text from him. When he’d left me alone in my bullet-ridden home. I would never tell anyone that, of course, but after hearing him tell me so many times that I belonged to him, to have him treat me as if I were just another lay had stung just a little.
I wrapped my arms around Andrew’s neck pulling him down to me until our lips pressed against one another, reveling in the taste of him, wanting him—needing him— to deepen the kiss and give himself over to me just as I was giving myself to him. He didn’t disappoint. Andrew’s hands moved along my body, squeezing me closer to him in order for him to dominate more of my mouth. Every expert swipe of his tongue against mine, every caress, and every delicious way he tasted me, I felt it from head to toe. The throbbing that grew between my thighs became even more intense and demanding. I couldn’t help but groan softly into his mouth, pleading and desiring more. His lips were making love to me, giving me a taste of what was to come, and I wanted more. Andrew hastily released his tight grip on my lips but replaced that hold with a fierce hold of my hair. My head was forcefully pulled back causing a slight gasp to escape my surprised lips. I didn’t think I would like my hair being pulled, but the wetness that pooled in my panties told me just how much I enjoyed the aggressive way Andrew was handling me. Almost as much as I’d loved the way his hand around my throat had made me feel at his mercy.
I was a woman who spent so much of her day and her life having to be strong. Having to be independent. In control. I had people who depended on me. An entire community that I looked out for and I wasn’t even thirty yet. Not even close. I constantly walked with my shoulders back, my head held high, and the weight of the world on me. But every time I was with Andrew, I felt as if I could just… rest. As if I could, for one moment, turn over that responsibility and let someone else worry for a minute. It was relaxing. It was liberating.
It was freeing.
Pulling my focus back to him, Andrew skimmed those dangerous lips of his along the sensitive parts of my neck, continuing his seduction. He softly teased the flesh behind my ear, underneath my jaw line, and my throat before his mouth returned to mine. He felt so good, better than I remembered, and my memory was fantastic.
His hands then traveled up into my shirt, around to my back and caressed me as they glided along my spine and down to the hem of my skirt. He pushed his hands beneath the fabric again, growling when he found the skin of my bare ass before gripping it tightly in his large hands, which caused a whimper to escape my lips. He pulled back, his serious green-eyed gaze resting directly on my face, and whispered, never releasing his grip on my ass, “I told you before, Kyra, but I don’t think you really heard me. You. Are. Mine. This is not a one-and-done for me. This is not something that has an expiration date. This is not an experiment. This is not just a bit of harmless fun. This isn’t even about how hard you make my fucking cock just thinking about you. You belong to me. Every single part of you. Your body. Your mind. Your spirit. Your soul.
And I belong to you. I always get what I want. Not only because of who I am in this city, but because I am a man who is relentless when it comes to pursuing the object of my focus. You are my focus. My attention is on you. It will stay on you. No one else. And for that reason, I will be with you. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of one good reason why I shouldn’t have you. I will taste you, fuck you, and hear you scream my name whenever I want. Every time I desire it, I will get lost in your luscious body, and that tight, hot pussy even if I have to do it in a room full of people. Your happiness and pleasure are my life’s goal.”
I couldn’t fucking speak.
What. The. Fuck?
Who the hell talked like that?
I wanted to ask him. Hell, a part of me wanted to tease him about it, but I couldn’t open my mouth to form any words. I could barely breathe. All I could do was hold on. To him.
To the little bit of sanity that I had left.
But even that was gone when he lifted me up by my ass, so my legs went around his waist. He ground his hardness against my wet core, causing me to moan deeply in my throat and circled my hips, a harmony to the melody he was creating with our bodies.
“Do you have any objections?” he asked as he squeezed my ass.
“No.” I sighed, the sound echoing in the almost empty bar.
“Good.”
In response, I placed featherlike kisses everywhere I could, softly raking my teeth along the skin of his neck, sucking and licking him, hoping like hell I was teasing him just as he had teased me. Two can play this game. He stumbled for a moment in undressing me and I smiled in triumph against his neck. Hearing him tell me that he wanted me with agony in his voice made me feel so good. I wanted more. I lifted my face from his neck and positioned my hands along the sides of his handsome face. My tongue hungrily ran along the shape of his mouth, slowly memorizing this moment and the way they felt before I kissed him.
His hands were everywhere: along my back, in my hair, along my hips, thighs, and ass. When I felt him pushing my thighs away from his waist, my now unzipped skirt falling to the floor at my feet, I whimpered in disappointment and released him. I reluctantly slid down his muscled body slowly, taking care to brush up against a bulge that I felt in front of his slacks. My shirt was pulled from my arms next, joining my skirt on the sticky bar floor, and before I was aware of Andrew moving, my bra�
�s front clasp had been undone, and the straps were being pushed down my shoulders. We stood there like that, me completely naked and him watching me closely. He moved closer to me, his overly tall frame—I would put him at six-five or six-six at least—blocking out the sight of anything or anyone else around us.
My breath caught as he touched the bare skin of my lower stomach lightly with his fingertips. “I have dreamt of nothing else but tasting you again,” he mumbled into the air. I wasn’t exactly sure he was talking to me. But when he continued, I knew he was. “Did you know you have the sweetest pussy in the world? I bet you don’t. I bet no one has ever told you before. But goddamn, baby. I could spend hours in between your thighs with your pussy in between my lips. I would happily drown in your juices. I want to wake up every morning with your tight as fuck cunt, right on my face, those big ass tits bouncing, as you ride my tongue. I want to die eating you out.”
He glanced up at me.
“I think I’m fucking addicted.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat but couldn’t respond. He’d rendered me speechless. My slit wasn’t the only thing his ass was addicted to though. His eyes seemed to be permanently attached to looking at my breasts. Andrew reached out to squeeze and massage them. His fingers lightly grazed my nipples, circling and pinching them.
My knees went weak as I felt my orgasm starting to build.
Fuck no, bitch. That’s too damn quick. You better cool the fuck down! My inner freak commanded me. And even though I wanted to listen to her because she hadn’t steered me wrong yet when it came to getting good dick, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stave off the oncoming wave of pussy juices that were just itching to explode from within me.
I gasped when my thighs were pushed up and over his shoulders, followed by a salacious lick from my moistened core to my clit. I groaned loudly. My fingers gripped his hair more so to stop myself from collapsing to the floor than anything else. “Oh fuck yesss, Andrew… Holy shit! Please right there. Right…”
His tongue created circles along my sensitive bud, adding the right amount of pressure to cause a sensation that was slowly taking me over the top. I ground my hips against his tongue, chasing what he promised me. He lapped up every bit of my pleasure and he seemed to be striving for more, wanting to make me explode. I was almost there… almost… almost… My head fell back, eyes rolled to the back of my head as the nerve endings throughout my body awakened fully. He was hitting that spot; circling, circling, circling, and then sucking. Circling, circling, circling, and then sucking again.
My legs trembled, and my body went weak. He moaned against me while he continued to suck me, creating this fluttering sensation along my clit. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, my bitchass had never experienced it before, but it just intensified my pleasure, as he pushed me closer to the edge. Andrew undoubtedly knew I was close. He quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and tightened his hold, refusing to let up on torturing me. He circled his tongue in time with the thrusts of my hips, around and around.
“I want to taste those juices, Baby. Give it to me. Gimme that pussy. Let me taste it.” The sound of his gruff voice combined with how sexy he looked with his face buried in my pussy caused me to lose all control. “Mmmmm,” Andrew moaned against me as one of the best climatic experiences I had ever felt in my life came over me.
I screamed his name, pulled his hair, and lost all feeling in my legs. I collapsed against him, panting hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead on his chest. Holy fucking hell. I think I died. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, in a bar, in front of a bunch of fucking strangers. And the fact that I was standing in his arms naked and panting blew my mind. My head remained against his chest as I felt Andrew bend slightly, hooking his hand underneath my knee. As he lifted me and walked back toward the table, he rested the leg that was once over his shoulder against his hip.
As he laid me down, I looked at him, my eyes hooded and searching his. I was silent as I watched him quietly move closer to me, eliminating the space between us. He stole my breath away again with a devastating kiss that caused my hips to circle in the air, desiring more of him. I started pulling at his clothes, unable to speak, but Andrew knew what I wanted. I felt him smile against my lips, finding humor in my growing frustration as I tried to pull his button-down shirt off while he kissed me. He finally took pity on me and pushed back and stood in front of me. He kept his burning eyes on me, caressing my body, and studying me again as if he was contemplating where he should attack next. When he licked his lips and gave me that sexy-ass grin, I figured he had already mapped out exactly what he was going to do to me.
I squirmed underneath his gaze with anticipation from the look of promise he gave me as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a body that was carved to perfection. The ridges of his stomach caused my tongue to circle my lips. The muscles along his sides, chest, and oh, my goodness, his arms made my mouth water. He was big. What was crazy was I couldn’t remember if I had seen Andrew the day before without a shirt, but I knew in this moment, it was if I was seeing him for the very first time.
My eyes naturally followed Andrew’s hands as they moved to his belt buckle. I sat up on my forearms and watched him, salivating over what I was about to see. This was what I had really come here for. I licked my lips as I waited to see the thick cock which had brought me such pleasure the day before. Buckle undone, Andrew unzipped his pants, but didn’t allow them to fall. He froze completely. What now? I frowned, and looked around the bar to check for danger, but only saw averted gazes, the tense backs of Andrew’s guards, and a deserted building, so I quickly moved my eyes back to his now smirking face.
Fucking tease… Cruel bastard…
“You think this shit is funny?” I asked, my eyes closing as I tried to regain some sense of control. “This isn’t what I fucking came here for and now you won’t fucking give it to me.”
“You can fucking lie to yourself all you want to, Kyra. But this,” He grabbed his erection through his trousers and gave it a shake. “is exactly what you came here for. You’ve been aching for this dick, baby, haven’t you? Fucking craving me, because you know you belong to me.”
I didn’t reply to his bait. But heat swept through my entire body, not from lust, but embarrassment. Damn, did I look that gahtdamn needy? Was my thirsty ass that damn obvious?
I sat up, to leave, to get dressed, to do… something, and saw he was down to his boxer briefs. I completely lost my train of thought at the sight of his very impressive print.
Fuck. Me. His bitchass was right.
I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes, trying my best to look unimpressed at that fact that his dick was making my mouth water and my pussy sing Kelly Rowland’s song: Put Your Name On It©. My breath caught in my lungs as Andrew gripped my ankles and pulled me down the table until I was positioned right where he wanted me to be. My cunt wide open for him.
He fell on top of me and settled in place between my thighs. Though I would deny it for years afterwards, I felt my soul breathe in relief. And the look of complete content and possessiveness that was stamped on Andrew’s face in that second caused my heart to melt. I had never imagined in all my years that the person I would feel this… connected to, would be someone I shouldn’t be involved with. I was pretty sure this whole thing was a cruel joke God was playing on me by giving me a taste of something that I knew I couldn’t have forever. Penance to be paid for all of the shady, underhanded, illegal things my family had been and still were involved in. However, as I looked into Andrew’s eyes while he warmed my face with his fingertips, I didn’t care if this would only be a temporary situation. If, the moment the truth came out about my connections and their direct conflict with his own, we had to say goodbye to each other and return to our opposing sides of the battlefield.
I would take full advantage of this opportunity and make sure neither of us forgot it.
“You are so beautiful, Kyra.” With that c
ompliment barely leaving his lips, he moved down to kiss my neck then continued to the middle of my chest and on to my breasts. I breathed out slowly as he finally took my taut and very ready nipples into his mouth.
A shiver disabled me while he continued to rain feather-like touches over my overheated body. I circled my hips under him, unable to wait until he filled me. Pulling his face up to my own, I kissed him, teasing his lips with my tongue and twirling it with his. I sucked his tongue until I felt him take over. He climbed on top of me, laid me down underneath him without ever breaking our connection. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripped his ass with one hand, and pulled his hair with the other one.
“Fuck me, baby,” I whispered against his lips. Andrew leaned into me and sweetly kissed my forehead. His lips floated to both of my eyelids before he lightly kissed the tip of my nose. I breathed him in slowly, thankful that he was back with me. He lifted up and pulled his briefs down his thick, trunk-like thighs, his dick springing from its prison, until they dropped to the floor.
I could barely move as Andrew crawled over my body, kissing parts of me as he hovered. He pushed my legs open with his knees, settling between my thighs and eased himself slowly into my pulsating pussy. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my shocked lips. No one could prevent that sound coming from them, no matter how bad ass a woman thought she was. Andrew was… just damn…
“Ohhh…” I breathed out trying to grab hold of something…anything that would relieve some of the extreme pressure from between my thighs. I had to take a few deep breaths as he inched deeper and deeper into me. I mean, no matter how much he took his time, I was so wet that my hungry-ass lips just sucked him further and further inside of me. I tightened my muscles around him, and he made the most amazing sound in response. Granted, he took his agonizing time filling me, but I saw something on his face. He was feeling exactly the same way I was: tortured.
“Fuccckkk, Kyra. This pussy feels so good. It’s so tight. Damn! So fucking good…,” he mumbled into my neck as he moved his hips, moaning and falling deeper into me in more ways than I bet he could have ever imagined. When he completely filled me, he rested on his forearms so his face could be close to mine. He began moving his hips expertly, pulling almost out of my wetness before plunging back into me with a vengeance. Both of my hands were in his hair, gripping his thick, red hair, holding on as best as I could.
