Wild Card

Chapter 1-4

Paolo

This can’t be for real.

Thirty minutes into my visit and she’s sucking my c**k like her life depends on it.

Okay, she probably does believe her life depends on it. A better man would feel bad about shoving his c**k in the mouth of a girl he has tied up on her bed, but I don’t.

She f*****g offered. Her freak flag is flying high.

And yeah, I definitely think it’s still possible she’ll try to bite the whole thing off. Girl is a nut-job.

But it feels so.

Damn.

Good.

I choke her every time I shove it deep down her throat. I watch her eyes tear up as she struggles to breathe, but she keeps going right back to her enthusiastic sucking.

I want it to last forever. I wonder how long she can go? Twenty minutes? Half hour? She definitely has mad skills. But then she moans around my c**k, like she’s turned on giving me head, and my balls tighten up. f**k it. I’ll let her off easy this time since she’s being so good.

I burrow my fingers in her hair, flicking off the scrunchy that holds it in a bun and letting the dark mess fall free. Her hair is long and thick.

Wild, like her.

I wrap my fist around it and hold her head immobile as I f**k her face faster, disrespecting the hell out of her without even an ounce of regret.

“I’m coming, doll. You gonna swallow like a good girl?”

Her blue eyes meet mine and she nods and makes a sound.

I come, pulling her hair even tighter.

She swallows and swallows. Works her tongue around my d**k to clean me off.

And then intimidation goes out the window. I stroke her cheek. Her skin is soft and smooth. She’s pale-complexioned, with a dusting of the cutest freckles across her nose. The glasses sit askew on her face.

I massage her scalp, trying to rub away the sting from all the hair-pulling, still dipping my c**k in and out of her mouth.

I pull out and run my thumb over her generous mouth. I have the urge to kiss those glossy lips, but I resist it.

Post-b*****b gratitude comes on hard—heh—and I study Caitlin, fascinated by everything I see.

This woman is a f*****g unicorn. The kind who shouldn’t exist.

What kind of genius hacker also has a hot-as-f**k body and goads a guy into freaky s*x when she should be shaking in her boots?

This one, apparently.

And I might be in love.

If I believed in love, that is.

But seriously. She’s everything I got from her photo and more, and I want to know every last thing about her. I want to turn her inside out, break her. Build her up. Break her again.

Worship her.

Because right now, I’m feeling grateful and I want to taste that p***y of hers.

I yank her leggings all the way down to the zip ties at her ankles, then lift her ankles high in the air to get a look at the damage I did on her a*s. Not too bad. Red and puffy welts. I’d feel bad but it seemed like she enjoyed every second of it.

I rub my palm over the welts I left, squeezing her muscular buns, slapping them. Now that I’ve gotten aggressive with her, I f*****g love how it feels. I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before, but I could s***k this girl all night.

“How’s your a*s?” I ask, just to be completely sure I’m reading her right.

She blinks up at me. The crazed glassy look is gone from those blue eyes now. I see intelligence and a trace of uncertainty in her gaze. “I could’ve taken more.” It doesn’t come out as a challenge. Not like she’s bragging or daring me to give her more. Instead it sounds like an admission she’s not sure she should make. She’s being honest. Like I’m her s*x partner and we’re going to do this again.

Fuck. I adjust my c**k. I just came, but I’m already getting hard again.

I flick my brows. “Noted.” I s***k her several more times, much harder than before.

She yelps, her a*s jerking in the air. I s***k over her p***y and my palm comes away wet.

I lower her a*s to the bed and spread her knees wide.

She gasps, her lips forming a pretty “O”, her glazed eyes wide and startled.

Her p***y’s waxed bare, which both pleases and infuriates me at the same time. Like, who in the f**k is she keeping it bare for?

I suddenly want to kill every motherfucker who’s been here before me.

And everyone who will be here after me.

Don’t let there be any after you, the possessive voice in my head growls.

Which is stupid, because I’m not keeping her. I came to get my money back, that’s all. Relationships are for p*****s.

I shove her top and sports b*a up over her t**s and take a moment to drink in the sight. Her perky breasts are forced down by the tight band of the sports b*a, which makes them jut out, straining for freedom. Her n*****s are peach-tipped, skin is pale. She’s like Snow White with almost black hair and pale white skin. The blue eyes bring a shock of color to the palette.

She shivers under my gaze, which produces a feral smile on my lips. Locking eyes with her, I slowly lower my head between her legs. I lick into her, my tongue parting her labia and tracing around the inside.

Her knees jerk and slam closed around my ears. I push them back open, holding her inner thighs with a bruising grip and flick my tongue over her clit. She has a pierced hood, which is hot as hell. This girl is as kinky as they come.

“Oh...oh! Ohmygod. So good,” she moans.

I enjoy her enthusiastic appreciation and take it up a notch. I lap her juices, working faster, then rim her anus and make her squeal. Her inner thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her belly flutters as she gasps and lets out shuddering exhales.

“My God. Mr. Tacone... big man, big bossman.”

I chuckle against her soft flesh at the stream of words coming from her lips.

She’s adorable.

She writhes beneath me and I lash her clit and piercing in quick flicks as I screw one finger inside her.

I bring my thumb to her anus and massage a circle around it. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to suck your little clitty and count to four. And you’re gonna come all over my face by the time I’m done counting. Capiche?”

She likes it. She nods quickly, her pupils so big in her eyes, they look black.

“Good girl. Here we go.” I lower my head and flick her clit a few more times, then suction my lips over it. The piercing helps keep the hood back and makes it easier to suck.

She comes on the count of two.

Obedient, responsive, crazy little thing.

I am in love.

I want to keep her.

Should I keep her?

Nah. It would get old quickly. And she’s clearly a nutjob. Plus, she has a life. Graduate studies. A career.

She may have f****d the Tacones, but I’m not willing to take all that from her.

She just needs to make things right and then I’ll let her go.

No harm, no foul.

When her o****m abates, I lick her some more, nipping one of her lips. Then I pull her pants up, unable to resist a few more swipes over her clit after I do.

“Are you going to kill me?” she croaks.

Back to business.

“We’ll see,” I tell her, because I’m a d**k. I’m a d**k and I don’t mind her scared. Especially now that I know it turns her on as much as it does me.