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  “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

  I watch as my command runs through her body. She hesitates, looking over her shoulder at the glass windows.

  “Do as I say.”

  Her head snaps back as she sucks in a deep breath, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and pulling them down with agonizing slowness. They drag over her bony hips, revealing a shaved pussy gleaming with wetness. My mouth waters to see the rest of her creamy thighs and calves. I follow her hands all the way down until her feet step out of her jeans.

  “Get that beautiful pussy in my face.”

  A thrill hits my chest as she steps forward, following my every command. Damn, she likes taking orders, doesn’t she? It’s hot. My eyes are on the sheen of wetness sticking to her inner thighs. My cock strains against my slacks as she stands on the couch uncertainly. My hand slides up the back of her thigh, right up to her tight ass. I fondle her perfect bubble and then I strike her hard. Her muscles twitch and she lets out a sharp gasp.

  “Closer.”

  “But I’ve never—”

  My hands circle her thighs as she stands up on the couch, bringing me face-to-face with her pussy, which is the exact same shade of pink as her blush. I don’t give a fuck that we’re exposed to the entire club—I can’t waste another second without my tongue inside her. My lips touch her clit and my tongue slides against her sweetness.

  “Oh my God!”

  She curls her fingers in my hair and yanks hard enough to make me grunt.

  I guess she likes it.

  I reach back with my tongue all the way and slide along her slippery folds, feeling her rock against my mouth as her body gives in to pleasure. Her pussy drips and I drink her in, enjoying the mild taste as her muscles clench around my tongue. Then I grind against her, shoving myself deep inside her cunt as I massage her soaking clit with my thumb. I feel my briefs getting wet with the pre-cum slipping out of my cock, and I so badly want to rip my pants off and yank her down over me. I kiss her, circling her nub as my fingers slip inside her. Goddamn, she’s so wet for me.

  I hammer her cunt with my two fingers, sucking her reddened flesh as she grips my hair and screams something in my ear.

  “Kiss me!”

  Shit.

  I pull her hips down so that she falls to my lap. Soft, round tits smash against my chest as she throws her arms around me and crushes her mouth to mine. My body falls backward and I just manage to catch myself with an arm thrown behind myself. Her voice is raw, panting as she kisses me, sweeping inside my mouth to taste herself. Feeling her wild tongue inside me makes me wonder what it’d feel like to have her swallow my cock, but we’re pressed on time. Fucking hell.

  Her nails drag over my skin, scratching me as she rips off my dress shirt. Scattering buttons hit the marble floor. I sit up as she yanks the shirt from my body, my heart pounding hard, driving alcohol from my head.

  Heat simmers just below the surface of where she touches me. She runs her fingers over my muscles, her rosebud mouth flushed from kissing me. I grab the back of her head and twist her long hair into a rope, kissing her neck. She gasps.

  “Lie down and spread your legs.”

  Then my hand slips from her neck and my heart pounds against my skin as she looks up at me, her eyes wide. They’re so blue. She obeys me, her tits spreading over her chest as she lies down. I just want to throttle through and fuck her until the whole club can hear her screams, but the vulnerability in her eyes stops me. I follow her gaze below my belt, to my livid erection pressing absurdly against my slacks. She flinches as I undo my belt and fling it aside. Then I walk right to her head and pull down my slacks and briefs. Veins throb along my cock and a glistening bead of pre-cum hangs precariously as my dick springs free from my pants. I fist the base of it and watch her lick her lips.

  “You like it, sweetheart? Want to touch it?”

  A grin tightens my face as she reaches up and grabs me with both hands, moving up and down as if she’s never touched a cock before. She cups my balls with one, the other held firmly at the base. My cock jumps in her hands.

  “You’re so big.”

  “I’ve primed your pussy so that I could fuck you with every inch.”

  I reach down and grab one of her tits as she plays with me, and then she looks at me with an uncertain gleam, her lips inches from my cock.

  “Can I?”

  She leans forward before I can respond, licking the pebble of pre-cum from my head. I squeeze her tits hard as she starts forward again, wrapping her lips around my head. A deep sigh leaves my throat as her tongue slides underneath, all the sensitive nerves on fire from her mouth. Now she’s sucking my cock, her beautiful, innocent eyes looking at me shyly, as if for approval. It’s fucking hot.

  “Don’t be shy, take it all the way.”

  Using my hand, I apply pressure to the back of her head and watch my cock slowly disappear in her throat. She pulls back to breathe, my dick greased with her saliva, and then she tries again.

  “I want your nose to touch right here.”

  I point to the skin right above my groin.

  Shit, I love blowjobs. Sloppy, wet, noisy blowjobs, and this girl seems to be the queen of them. She grabs the base of my dick hard and runs her tongue along my shaft, gagging herself, and my muscles flex. It’s so hard not to just grab her head and fuck her throat, especially when she reaches around to grab my ass, pushing my cock deeper inside. My cock touches the back of her mouth, and then her nose touches my body. Good God, any more and I’ll come inside her.

  “Good girl,” I say in a heavy voice, feeling as though I’m drunk again. “Very, very good girl.”

  I love the view. Gorgeous, naked girl, sucking my cock. She moves on all fours and grabs my hips, and I can’t stop admiring her. The way her back dips, the delicate curve of her spine leading to her perfect ass, still pink with the imprint of my hand.

  “Stop.”

  My cock throbs against her lips as she gives me a questioning look, and I bend over as her creamy neck arches with my hand gently pulling the back of her head. Then I seal my kiss against her lips, grabbing her one of her tits with a rough hand, feeling their orbicular shape, the way they bounce in my hands. Fuck, I can’t believe how hard I am. I taste myself inside her mouth, my tongue playing with hers. My hand slips lower, away from her chest to her other curves. What a nice ass. So tight I could probably bounce a penny off her. Then I sweep around her hip to that pussy that’s already creaming for me.

  Her head lolls on my arm when my two fingers slide inside her tight walls, her eyes lit in an expression of ecstasy. I slide them in torturously slow, watching how she twists and how her legs move and how she bites her lip and moans anyway. She’s a sexy sight. I keep finger-fucking her, increasing the pace as her pussy gets soaking wet—the sounds unnaturally loud. Perhaps it’s because I can only see and hear her, and my dick feels like it’s going to fall off soon if I don’t hammer that perfectly primed cunt.

  But I want to get her as close to the edge as possible. I pride myself on my abilities, on leaving every girl satisfied. I don’t want this girl satisfied—I want her floating on cloud nine; I want her to sing ballads about my cock.

  She grasps my neck with her dainty fingers and moans into my mouth like a slut. Blood pounds in my head like a hammer. I’ve never been so worked up in my goddamn life. It’s the sounds she makes.

  “Jack, please.”

  I slide my fingers out of her, my cock jumping when I hold them to my face and suck every drop of her.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  Red flames lick her cheeks.

  “I think I’m going to take turns fucking you and jamming my tongue as far as I can inside that sweet pussy. How does that sound?”

  She kisses me. No, she attacks me with her arms winding around my neck and her tongue down my throat. Her fingernails rake the back of my neck, and it’s fucking hot, but I push her back gently so that her heaving body lies on the couch.r />
  Get the fucking condom.

  I nearly rip the thing in half as I fish it out of my pants and roll it on my iron-stiff cock. She’s just the perfect sight. Nothing better than a wet and willing woman, legs already open for you.

  She wraps her legs around me and I guide the head between her folds, feeling that first bit of resistance. I slowly sink into her and she lets out a high gasp. I look at her, and her face is contorted.

  What the hell?

  “What’s the matter?”

  She pulls me down and I’m sure the vein on my forehead is ready to blow. I’m halfway inside this girl and I want to fuck the shit out of her. Her eyes are wide and her chest pulses hard, but she clings to my neck. I slide another inch inside, feeling how tight her walls are. I plant a kiss on her damp neck.

  “You need to relax.”

  “I—it’s been a while.”

  Oh, fucking great.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Please, God, say no.

  “No. Please.”

  I thrust again, hearing her breath hitch in her chest. I just love seeing her reaction to my huge cock.

  “It’s so fucking big.”

  “I told you I was going to bury every inch inside you.”

  I give her a moment to adjust and then I thrust a little harder. Her muscles loosen around me and she squeezes my head, raking her nails up and down my back.

  She clenches around me as I drive into her harder. Gradually I feel her let go. She digs her nails into my neck, raking them down until she anchors over my ass.

  “Oh my God, it feels so amazing.”

  “I told you.”

  I wait until her breaths start to quicken. Until every thrust rends a moan from her throat. Until I feel like I’m going to explode. Then I pull out, and her flushed face narrows at me. “What are you doing?”

  I shift my body so that her legs curl over my back and shove my face to her steaming cunt. It’s swollen with arousal. As soon as my lips touch her she clenches her thighs around my face.

  “Jesus!”

  I breathe into her pussy, sliding my tongue over the bud that makes her scream. My fingers spread her open and my tongue slips inside. Her pussy keeps clenching over my tongue as I drive it in as far as I can, closing my mouth over it to drink her. I stroke her thighs, even reach to touch her stomach. Her muscles twitch under my fingers and then she bends, sitting upright. She grabs my hair.

  I love the ferocity on her face. She shudders when I give her a clit a kiss.

  “Lie down, sweetheart. I’m not done.”

  She pulls on the roots of my hair. “But I want you now.”

  It takes everything inside me not to climb back over her and go to town. “I’m going to spank you if I have to ask you again.”

  Then her fingers loosen from my hair and I stick out my tongue. I slide up and down, waiting for her to gasp or moan, the sound hitting my cock. Jesus Christ, I have to shove my dick inside that wet pussy. I suck her hard, just flicking my tongue against her sensitive bud. She arches her back and grasps her hair.

  “Please!”

  Jesus fuck, I can’t take it anymore.

  I get back on the couch, shoving myself between her as I come face-to-face with her, guiding my cock through her wetness. The urgency builds inside me like a pulsing ache, and I grab her tiny waist. I watch her eyes go wide when I shove my cock inside her, again and again. She claws my ass, and she’s so wet that the sound of my balls slapping her pussy echoes loudly in the room. The sounds she makes—the howling, the begging—fuck, it’s hot. Then I reach down and I pinch her clit just as I feel my stomach seize with a violent tremor.

  “Fuck!”

  I cover her mouth with mine as the pressure building up in my cock finally explodes. My hips thrust into her as I moan loud enough to surprise myself. She buries her fingers in my hair, breathing hard against my lips. I watch those blue eyes break as she succumbs to the orgasm shaking through her body. She clings to my neck and kisses me as aftershocks of my orgasm rip through me, thrusting my hips.

  Goddamn, I came really hard.

  I prop myself on my elbows and I wipe away a strand of hair sticking to her forehead. Her face breaks into a wide smile.

  “That was amazing.”

  “I told you, didn’t I?”

  Her cheeks burn a dark fuchsia, and I wonder why I’m not already on my way, picking my clothes off the floor and making some excuse why I can’t stay. I’m still here, balls deep inside her. Something freezes me in place. Maybe it’s the way she’s still begging me with those eyes.

  “What’s that look?”

  Her eyes are so fucking blue.

  “I thought you’d be different.”

  I make a noise through my nose.

  “I thought you’d be an asshole.”

  I trace her plump bottom lip. An aftershock of my orgasm shakes through my body and I feel like I’m drunk on the smell of her hair. It takes me a while to respond. “Because?”

  “You’re a wise guy.”

  My stomach tightens. How did she find out?

  You practically threatened that jock by dropping Johnny’s name.

  “Yeah, well, I’m not an asshole to women, but everyone else is shit out of luck.”

  The corners of her eyes wrinkle with a smile. “Tough guy, huh?”

  My elbows sink into the couch cushions as I nuzzle her neck. When I plant a kiss on her throat, she utters a small gasp and I smile against her skin.

  “You think you’ve got me pinned down?”

  I pull back far enough so that her nose touches mine. Her shoulders lift in a shrug and she glances away shyly.

  “Maybe.”

  “What about you?” A smile staggers across my face. “Let me guess: sheltered girl who had to sneak out so that she could get some dick.”

  “Close enough.”

  I knew it.

  A tinge of regret hits me because no matter how hot the sex was, I won’t see her again. I can’t. I’m already dreading the moment I’ll have to see the puzzled disappointment in her eyes.

  She watches me, mouth half-open as if she wants to say something, and then the drowsy happiness fades from her eyes. Beatrice rolls on her side and reaches for her shirt. I pull out of her, unsticking my body from hers. Avoiding my gaze, she stands and picks up her clothes. I grab my slacks and stare at her, thrown by her behavior.

  You should be glad you don’t have to give her some excuse.

  Beatrice stands awkwardly, watching me dress. An odd expression hangs on her face. Then I button my shirt, smirking at the destroyed threads of one of the buttons.

  “All right. I have to go—”

  “I—I want—”

  She opens her mouth with an air of determination, but I take her face in my hands gently.

  “If I could see you again, I would. Sorry, hon.”

  I kiss her stunned cheek and turn around before she can plead with me. Regret settles in my guts like lead. She was an incredibly hot lay, and maybe I would’ve called her. Fuck, you don’t forget a girl who gives head like that.

  “I’ll see you soon, Jack Gallo.”

  A smile hitches on my face and my hand is on the doorknob before I realize I never gave that girl my last name.

  * * *

  How did she know my last name?

  It bugs me the whole night, and I can’t figure it out.

  Do I know her?

  I think I’d remember a girl like that. I keep slipping into earlier tonight, when I was banging the shit out of that smoking-hot girl—Beatrice. Definitely the best lay I’ve had in months.

  Fucking focus.

  I push thoughts of that girl out of my head.

  The hospital is dark after midnight. They dim the hallways slightly and the rooms are blackened, and it’s quiet except for an oppressive, electrical hum that puts me on edge. All these fucking computers and equipment. I want to take a bat to them.

  I walk into the ICU, swiping the stolen b
adge over the wall, which unlocks the double doors. I stroll in and veer to the left, avoiding the nurse’s station. My footsteps don’t make much noise on the polished floor. Years of being a predator on the streets taught me how to keep quiet. I never thought I’d use it for this. Then I pass the room where he died and a vicious surge of energy hits my chest.

  They’re fucking animals. All of them.

  A body hits my chest as I round the corner. He bounces off me and his clipboard goes flying, and I bend over quickly to pick it up.

  Fuck.

  “Sorry.”

  I hand over the clipboard and he rips it from me. I peer at his badge. Nathan Ross. The very same Nathan Ross I’m trying to find. Frustration bleeds into hot rage as my fists tighten at my sides.

  “It’s fine,” he says in an irritated tone. “Can I help you?”

  Yeah, you can help me. You piece of shit.

  He looks young—probably the same age as me—but he looks like shit. There are cuts on his face where the retard shaves himself, and his haircut is uneven. Dark circles under his eyes indicate sleepless nights.

  “No. Have a nice day.”

  I force myself to turn on the spot and walk away from him as every inch of me seethes. Won’t have to wait that long.

  I don’t actually remember walking back to the parking garage. My eyes blink under the cover of the darkness, hands shaking. There’s no fear, just searing-hot madness. A whistle cuts through the garage and I hide behind the concrete wall next to Nathan’s car. His footsteps echo loudly and I make sure to hide under plain sight of the camera.

  Another surge of hatred burns my insides. Whistling. How the fuck can you whistle?

  A man dressed in blue scrubs walks beside me. I lunge at him like a snake, immobilizing him in seconds and smothering his mouth with my hand. He struggles violently, and my arm slides over his throat. I squeeze the vein throbbing on the side of his neck and wait until his body goes limp. I let him collapse to the floor, his head smacking against the concrete.

  There’s no point in killing him now. Then I fish in his pants for the keys to his car and I pop open the trunk. His body makes a dull sound as I throw him in there.