Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"I grew up in a house of no love or emotion - it kind of sticks with you." — Billy Corgan ————————————————————
Chapter 10 <—————————————>
Luke
I loved a girl who could suck the shit out of a dick.
I didn't love much. Whether that came to people or material things. I just didn't.
But, this. This girl with the lip injections, no gag reflex, and a throat of a champ. She knew what the fuck she was doing.
Big, baby blues lifted up to me. Poor thing; I had nearly fucked her eyelashes off. With them barely hanging, she blinked a couple of times, meeting my eyes.
"Did you miss me?" she grinned, attempting to wrap her tiny hand around the base of my cock. "I know a part of you definitely did."
I rolled my eyes, grasping her by the back of her red hair. My free hand trained around her frail throat, squeezing to signal that I wasn't here for any type of dialogue. "Less talking. More sucking."
She was more than happy to do as I asked, putting that loose throat of hers back to work. Good.
I shut my eyes, my head thumping against the seat to relish in this. One hand remained on the back of her head, the other by my side. I could relax, now.
I deserved this shit after what I'd been through for the past week.
My mind relayed to the very curse of my fucking existence: Maggie Norris. The girl was a fucking walking, talking, breathing headache.
It'd been a week since she started working for me. In truth, though, she was the one who was working me.
I did everything to assert my position amongst her, but the girl was headstrong. She didn't take my shit. Instead, she returned it, and she returned it hard.
It was strange, having someone fight back with me. I'd always said what I wanted around town, because I knew there were no consequences. Not from them directly. Everyone feared the Vaudest family, and just went with anything I said. But, this girl would rather walk on nails than let me talk my shit.
It was infuriating as shit.
Mumbles came from redhead #2. My eyes popped open, falling to her.
Her lips were clamped around my cock, spittle dripping down her chin. I didn't realize until now I'd begun to facefuck her so hard, both eyelashes were long gone, now.
"Shit." Cursing, I released her by the back of her head. "My bad." Just thinking about Norris, and her little snide comments pissed me off.
"W-why'd you stop?" Redhead #2 swiped at her chin with the back of her hand, her chest weaving in and out as she attempted to catch her breath. "It was turning me on."
