Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

panther, but I didn’t know he could apply that to standing and music.

He places a hand in the center of my back and bends me at the waist. I follow, too shocked not to. Once he has me where he wants me, he shoves a hand into my hair and tugs my head back.

“Will,” I moan because this is turning into fucking on the dance floor.

He ignores me and continues to gyrate against me. I can feel him hardening through the fabric of his jeans. This white boy is trying to show me up. I snap out of it and start to rock and roll my hips into him.

We lock gazes and he bites down on his lip. The lust that fills his eyes makes my belly flip, but what makes my mouth drop open is when he licks the fingers of his free hand before slapping one of my cheeks then the other.

“Oh shit,” I cry out.

My pussy clenches. My ass stings and my nipples are so tight they could cut right through this bra. He releases my hair and cups my chin as he covers my lips.

“Mm,” I moan into his mouth.

He growls and I convulse. I love that growling shit he does. His voice is so deep and the sound rumbles from his chest. During sex it’s such a turn on.

Who am I kidding? I’m ready to slip in my own juices right now. When he whispers in my ear, I think we both know what my reply will be.

“You ready to ride me or are you still playing with the boy?”

“He’s a grown boy. Let’s go.”

He grins, revealing those sexy dimples, and slaps my butt for good measure. This man is dangerous for my heart and body. I’m starting to wonder who’s in more danger, Shawna or me.

I’m losing my heart, but I can’t say if I want it back.

Chapter 19

With Me

Skittles

Pit opted for his loft. It’s the closest to the bar. My place is closer to Bridge Lake.

I don’t think either of us would have made it that far. Fact is, we haven’t made it into his front door before he has my shirt over my head and my leggings pulled down my legs as he eats me out from behind. My hands are pressed to the mirror over the entryway table.

“Will, yes,” I moan.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he says against my butt cheek before licking it.

“I need you so bad.”

“Not good enough. I want you to beg for me.”

I roll my eyes back into my head as he spreads my cheeks and starts to eat my ass. My heart stutters. Once again, something is different. It’s not that this is as tender as last night.

No, it’s the complete opposite. It’s as if he’s determined to show me this body is his. He reaches around to my front and makes my kitty purr for him while he keeps his mouth busy.

Smack.

“Fuck, Will,” I cry from the sting of the slap to my ass.

“I said beg. You want this cock; you beg for it.”

If this were anyone else, I would have donkey kicked his ass and been out the door. Yet it’s not anyone else. It’s Will.

The way he’s been dicking this pussy down, I’ll beg in all seven languages I know. I look over my shoulder seductively. He looks up at me through his long lashes. Those jade green eyes darken with desire.

“Please, zaddy. Fuck me,” I say with a smug smile on my lips.

He freezes.

I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. He stares up at me with an open mouth and shock on this face. I wiggle my ass at him, making my cheeks clap.

He growls and lifts to his full height. His belt buckle clinks as he tears it open. I lose my battle with my laughter.

That is until he thrusts into me so hard I lift onto my toes. I scream and reach for his hand that’s tightly grasping my hip. He’s so damn hard.

“Who’s laughing now?” he grunts in my ear.

He pumps into me like it’s his mission to break my back. The table between us and the wall starts to make a banging sound as it rocks with us. Pit reaches for my leg and lifts it over his forearm, opening me wider.

“Oh my God,” I scream.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

My mind is scrambled, but I hear that question for what it is. Am I ready to admit I’m his? I don’t think so because my reply is stuck in my throat. If he walks away, I’d be destroyed.

Or that could be his dick trapping my words, because I swear, he’s tickling my brain through my pussy.

He slaps my ass, hard. “Answer me.”

I spasm around him. “Fuck, Will, yours.”

Who am I really kidding? The things I’ve done for this man since the night I met him. The assholes are who they are because I wanted him.

Screaming out how much I love him is on the tip of my tongue. Which is why I start to shut my emotions off. This is just sex.

A distraction. Damn good sex, but a distraction is all it can ever be.

Pit

I release a growl because I feel that shit. She’s pulling away from me again. It’s making me furious.

We have a good thing, why does she keep trying to pull away from me? Nah, I’m not having that shit. We’re not playing those games.

I pull out and kick my shoes from my feet, stepping out of my pants next. Lightning fast, I get her out of her ankle boots, panties, and leggings. I stand and turn her, lifting her onto the table.

With my eyes on hers, I angle her hips and plunge back in. We both groan. I grind my hips into her, causing her eyes to widen.

When I pin her legs back and out to the sides, she throws her head back against the mirror. I can’t get deep enough, I’m never deep