Page 44 of Shank


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“But I’m—”

“Butnothing, Ma Sucre Reve.” He pulled her mouth to his. “Speaking of submission, didyoudecide what you will call me when I’m fucking your ever naughty cunt?”

Her breath caught and he again gripped her ass and pressed her into his cock.

“You can fuck this,” she whispered, reaching behind her and covering his hand. His breath left him as she moved his fingers between her ass cheeks and forced him to rub her tight rectum.

“I can’t, baby,” he whispered, his lust demons screaming in protest.

“You can, I promise. I will stop you if it hurts?”

Five days of not fucking her. Visions of him buried in her ass made him instantly feral. What would an orgasm feel like? What wouldherorgasm feel like?”

“Please, I want it so much,” she barely said, forcing the tip of his finger inside that tight muscle.

“Mia,” he gushed, watching her mouth part with a sharp gasp.

“Yes, so good. I want this.”

His vow to never put his cock where those bastards had was suddenly back in the courtroom of lust in his head. Why should he let them steal what could be great pleasure for both of them? That was theirs and nobody else’s to touch, even the devils in her past. He should reclaim every part of her body for himself. He pushed his finger in nice and deep and kissed her with a nasty lust, his hot moan shuddering out at the way she responded.

“Iwilldo it,” he swore, holding her jaw as he fingered her sweet ass.

“Oh Jericho,” she panted, rolling her hips slowly.

“Move that clit on my cock while I give you a taste of what’s coming.” She did, bringing his hungry groan and tongue in her mouth again. “Give me your orgasm. Right fucking now.”

His sweet angel obeyed with an immediate perfection, making him want to fulfill his promise right then. “Tonight you’ll get my cock there.”

“You’ll make me?” she gasped, still shuddering at his mouth.

“I fucking will,” he said, biting her lip. “I’ll make you take all of my cock in your sweet fucking ass.” She answered with a sharp moan. “Yeah?” he whispered, fisting her hair and holding her gasping mouth to his for a dirty kiss. “My little Viking Princess wants me to punish her?”

“Jericho,” she murmured, holding his face and kissing him back. “I know the name that I must call you.”

He let his head hit the pillow, staring at her with a smile. “Let’s hear it.”

“King,” she said, serious as could be.

Fucking priceless. “King,” he muttered, grinning at the wide-eyed look and nod she gave.

“This is so perfect. You are like a Bayou King?”

He caught the offended look on her face between his laughter.

“Why do you laugh at me? You said I had to pick, this is what I pick!”

Fuck, his sweet angel. He rolled with her, putting her beneath him, kissing her softly. “King,” he murmured along her lips. “If this is what my angel wants, then I will be the best fucking King you ever did see.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist with a happy laugh. “You already are!”

“Mia, do not put my dick—”

She pulled his hips and sheathed his cock inside her. The sight of erotic ecstasy on her face put a bullet right between the eyes of reasoning and just like that he was her animal, savagely fucking her like he wanted to tear her apart with his cock. His orgasm came quick, but it was long and so fucking hard. The pleasure mowed down the doors to that animalistic insanity and he could only pray nobody came within a hundred feet of his home to hear the madness. Theglorious,impossiblemadness.

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“Are you shittin’ me, Bruh?” Hurricane whispered on Trap’s porch where him, Spar, Bacon and Traps huddled while the three peas in a pod wives congregated inside. “How long they been friends, is this new?”

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