My pulse quickened. “Time for new particulars, Otelia. Non-negotiable since you seemed to have forgotten our previous ones.”
“I didn’t forget, Mac. Maybe I chose to ignore them. Who’s to say I didn’t want Ferdi to get a good look at my girls? They are impressive, one of my best qualities.”
She raised a teasing eyebrow. My hand wiped out, quick as a cobra, the silken strands of her golden hair locked tightly between my fingers. I yanked her forward off her bare feet against my chest. Our breaths were inches away, mixed with shock and sexual attraction, my skin heated with uncontrolled dominance.
“Don’t test me, kitty cat,” I growled. “I’m not your dead schoolboy, and If I wanted to share, I would’ve done so already. Now, since you were so loose with your mouth a second ago, I think it’s time you learned when to gag, when to choke, and when to shut the fuck up.”
Otelia’s eyes lit with fire, and her expression morphed into something more feral, seductive. She slowly slid the silken fabric from her shoulders, down her back, over her ass, then onto the floor at her feet. She stood proudly naked in front of me, posing as if she were a Playboy centerfold. My cock jumped as I reached for my belt buckle, anxious to fuck her mouth until she was well-informed. I led her over to the leather couch by the hair and forcefully dropped her on her ass. Big blue eyes registered a twinkle of panic before her cheeks flushed as she stared at my hard cock jutting near her face. She licked her lips as if she knew what was coming. I quashed the desire to say good girl. This wasn’t her reward. It was her punishment.
“Lie back, Otelia. Lean your head over the arm of the couch,” I ordered.
Without hesitation, she followed my instruction.
Fucking perfect.
She watched as I stroked my cock from shaft to head, not that it needed any more encouragement. I was set to blow my load if my control waned any more than it already had. The position was awkward at first, if not for the high-end furniture design. It was the perfect height without my having to squat lower to reach her. I shoved my pants down to my knees and stepped behind her shoulders, legs spread, dick inches from her mouth.
“Open wide, Otelia. Taste all of me.”
She dipped lower, craned her neck as far back as it would go. From beneath, she sucked my cock all the way to her tonsils. I nearly buckled when she grabbed the back of my ass and pulled
me flush against her lips. Her luscious tits jingled as she worshipped me just the way I knew she would.
“Mmmm, I love the way you taste, Mac.”
She worked me hard. At this rate, I wouldn’t last long.
“Lift your knees and spread your legs,” I demanded. “Let me see that gorgeous cunt.
I leaned an elbow on the back of the chair to steady myself before I toppled over. My fingers traced the seam of her glistening wet pussy, then dove in deep inside her welcoming heat. She bucked and mewled while keeping pace with her task. Her clit was swollen and pink, peeking out from between her folds, begging for me to suck it while I played in her tight little asshole. I bought her to the brink of ecstasy then denied her release, over and over. She whimpered with frustration. Her enjoyment at sucking me off was not what I’d planned, but it did present me with a pleasing opportunity.
“Should I call your friend, Ferdi? Have him come back and watch while I fuck your pretty little mouth? What do you think he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock, choking on it?”
I pictured his big ass hovering in the corner with his dick in his hand, watching with rapt interest as Otelia swallowed my dick. My jaw tightened at the thought of her being with anyone other than me. I pushed it aside. She’d never fuck another man as long as I was alive. Even now, I was considering ways to inflict bodily harm on my right-hand man. A grunt rumbled through my chest. The light scrape of her teeth against my shaft nearly sent me over the edge. I took a cleansing breath through my nose. I needed this to last a little longer.
“He wanted me to share you that night at the fights, did you know that? Would you have wanted to be shared, Otelia? Two big cocks, one taking your ass, the other in your warm, tight pussy? Answer me.”
She released me with a pop, licked the underside of my balls with a low hum, breathless. She turned her head slightly to look in my direction. She abandoned the death grip on my ass and curled her fingers around the base of my cock as she stroked long and hard.
“Why not? It’s all just business to you anyway, Mac,” she whispered. “I will never be to you what Bella once was, or perhaps still is. I’m a victim of circumstance, enjoying the ride along the way. I never had to question my schoolboy or his feelings for me, never, not once. I was his everything, a fact he told anyone who would listen.”
I saw it then; not only that, I felt it. Otelia knew how to press my buttons like no other woman before, yet her snide comments weren’t what they seemed at face value. I considered her statements carefully, the pleading in her voice, the troubled eyes, the presumption of betrayal. She needed me to spell it out for her, to make it clear that she belonged to me.
I took a step back from the edge of the couch, forcing her to release the hold she had on my dick. Otelia’s blue eyes glistened with mist before she steeled her shoulders and sat upright, her arms folded over her chest, hiding in plain sight. I held out my hand in her direction, silently requesting that she take it. I led her to my bedroom, positioned her in the middle of the mattress, spread her legs wide while I removed the rest of my clothing. What needed to be said could only be done while I was inside her, filling her, claiming what was mine.
I sheathed my cock and entered her in one fluid thrust.
We groaned in unison.
“Does this feel like business to you, Otelia?” I stilled inside her snug heat, savoring the feel of her tight muscles as she welcomed me eagerly.
“Feels like heaven, Mac,” she mewled.
“I want you in my bed.” My hips surged forward lazily. “No other man will ever have you again. Your mind and body belong to me now. Say you understand.”
She turned her head, refusing to answer my question. I reached up and pinched one of her pebbled nipples. The action caused her legs to tighten around my ass, sucking me further inside her soaked pussy. I was close to coming, but not before she admitted she was mine. I pulled back, leaving just the tip inside.
“Tell me who owns this pussy, Otelia,” I demanded with a grunt, hovering over her beautiful face, denying her the pleasure she so desperately needed. “Tell me who owns your thoughts and haunts your dreams.”
“Damn it, Mac. It wasn’t supposed to be you…” She gave me back her eyes, full of fire and resolve. “But you own me, Mac. I’m yours.”
Her back arched off the bed, seeking the feel of my cock.
I gave it all to her, along with a piece of my soul.
CHAPTER 36
Otelia
WARP SPEED.
That’s how fast things worked in Mac’s world. Blink, and opportunity would pass you by, throwing up its middle finger as it went on its way. Five days. That’s all the time we had to lay the groundwork towards fucking O’Brien up the ass with a chipped glass bottle. The average Joe fights were scheduled to begin in a few hours, and I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. You see, not only had Mac agreed to my ideas, he’d put me in charge of the whole kit and caboodle. Me! A know-nothing waitress with a degree in Spanish omelets and hairnets. Didn’t matter a lick that I had no experience with illegal gambling, sports betting, or boxing rules; it was all left in my uncapable hands to figure it out. The more I voiced my objections, the less he gave a fuck. “Tough titty” was his signature response.