Gun Moll (13 page)

“Step out of it,”
Mac said.

Melina turned in
the little puddle of clothes and stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the wood
floor. From the swell of her breasts to the curves of her hips, she was all
woman. The flat, smooth contour of her stomach led straight down to the lace
boy-shorts she wore. Her skin was unmarked, beautiful, and begging for his
hands to be all over it.

Every inch.

He wanted to feel,
taste, and explore every inch of this woman.

“Tell me one thing
you want,” Mac said, his tone gruff and thick.

Melina glanced
away. “Why, won’t you just say no?”

“I told you to
tell me, doll. Stop wasting time, or I’ll just give and you’ll take. No doubt,
you’ll enjoy it all the same, but I’d still like to know what you want right
now.”

“I want you on
your knees.”

Mac took her
admission in. “Does that make you feel powerful when a man is on the floor for
you?”

Melina laughed,
but it came out breathy and deep. “How do you know this shit?”

“So, it does.”

“I like it,” she
said simply.

Mac hooked a
finger and then pointed in front of himself. Melina crossed a few steps between
them.

“Take it off,” Mac
said, waving a hand at her brasserie.

Melina unhooked
the clasp holding the cups of her bra together at the front. Her thumbs skimmed
under the straps and she tugged it down over her arms. The moment her breasts
were free, Mac took the chance to cup them in his hands. He grazed his thumbs
over the hardening peaks of her nipples until Melina’s eyes were closing and
her head tipped back.

“I’m feeling
sorely underdressed at the moment,” Melina said softly.

“Hush, doll.”

“But—”

“The quicker I
take my clothes off, the faster this will end.”

Melina snapped her
mouth shut. Mac chuckled.

Then, he dropped
down to the floor. He kept his gaze on her face all the while.

Melina’s eyes
popped open when Mac’s right hand fisted her boy-shorts and began to pull them
down her shapely legs. Using his left hand, he snapped the inside of her thigh
to make her widen her stance. Melina did without argument. Between her thighs,
the sliver of her sex peeked out at him. Bare and smooth, he could already see
the lips of her sex were wet with her arousal.

“It’s terribly sad,
you know,” Mac said when Melina stepped out of the underwear.

“What is?”

“That not one
single man has ever gotten down on his knees for you, while still being capable
of making you lose control.”

Melina’s hands
balled into fists at her sides. “Never.”

“Well, this should
be fun for you. Be sure to let me hear every sound you make, doll. I like a
loud woman.”

“You are—”

“Fucking
wonderful,” Mac interrupted with a cock of his brow. “It’s something people
learn to accept over time.”

That was the only
thing Mac gave Melina before he grabbed her thighs, pulled her forward, and
then buried his face between her thighs. His mouth encased her hot sex and his
tongue slid from her wet slit all the way up to her throbbing little clit. The
nub pulsed under his tongue when he teased it with gentle, short flicks. One of
Melina’s hands found its way into his hair and grabbed tight enough to hurt.

Mac didn’t mind.

“Oh, my God,” she
breathed.

Mac grinned,
watching her shake above him. Fast, sharp jabs of his tongue moved from her
hard clit back down to her slit. Mac’s fingers bit into her thighs, spreading
her wider for him. He wanted more of her, all of her. The tartly-sweet flavor
of her come flooded his taste buds as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and
teased her with nips of his teeth.

“Christ …
Mac
!”

The harder her
body shook for him, the faster he worked her sex. Melina held him firm to her
body, her hips rolling into his face with every swipe of his tongue and lips on
her pussy. Mac pulled back, just enough to let the climbing wave of her
oncoming orgasm fade away. He held strong to her thighs, refusing to let her
come any closer to his mouth as he bit a path along the inside of her thigh.
His lips came close enough to her sex that he could taste the smear of her come
on her skin.

“Ask me for it,
doll,” Mac murmured before kissing the hood of her sex.

Melina sucked in a
sharp breath. “
No
.”

Melina swayed
above him, her heavy breasts heaving and her fingers tightening in his hair.
Her resolve was breaking and Mac knew it.

“If you want that,
you have to ask me for it,” Mac said.

Letting go of her
right side, Mac slid two of his fingers between her thighs and ghosted the
digits over her sex. Her body rocked with slight tremors. The quieter she
turned—with her blazing brown eyes boring into him down below—the more Mac
stroked her sex. He let the tips of his fingers glide against her slippery entrance
and stretch her open just enough for her to feel his digits inside her pussy.

Mac was dying to
bend this woman over and fill her full of his cock, and see if she could really
let it all go.

“You’re soaked,
Melina. All over my mouth, my fingers, and this beautiful pussy of yours. You
are fucking soaked. Just ask me for it like I know you can and I’ll give it to
you. I’ll fuck you with my fingers while my tongue fucks your clit until you
can’t breathe, you can’t think, and you’re begging me for more. Ask me, doll.
That’s it. Open that pretty mouth of yours and ask me for it.”

Melina whined. The
sound came off broken and aching.

“So good,” Mac
whispered against her skin. “You sound so damned good.”

“I want to come,”
Melina said breathlessly.

“Not what I asked
for.”

“
Please
make me come.”

A slow, easy smile
spread over Mac’s lips. “
Perfetto, bella
.”

“Please,” Melina
said in a breath. “I want it. I want to come,
please
.”

“Nice and loud,
doll. Remember?”

Melina nodded.

Mac gave her what
she wanted. His fingers slid into her tight core the very second his mouth
encased her trembling sex again. Drawing her clit into his mouth, he teased the
swollen nub with his tongue and teeth while his fingers worked a hard and deep
beat in Melina’s pussy. He could feel her inner walls hugging him and flexing
around his intrusion.

Melina choked out
a broken cry. “Jesus Christ.”

Mac curled his
digits hard into the fleshy spot inside Melina’s sex as he sucked hard on her
clit. Her juices flooded his fingers as she shouted his name loud enough for it
to echo in the dark, quiet apartment. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Mac
watched the sliver of a tear fall from the corner of Melina’s eye. Shaking and
riding out the final waves of her orgasm, Melina damn near crumpled when her
knees buckled.

Mac was up off the
floor and holding her up before she could fall. Taking her face between his
palms, Mac kissed her trembling lips. Melina didn’t shy away from the taste of
her come on his mouth or the roughness of his fingers digging into her jaw and
cheek.

“More,” she
demanded.

Mac felt her hands
at his pants, working the belt to get it off. Mac grabbed the foil packet he
knew was in his back pocket before she could get his pants off completely. He
let her fumble with the belt until it was yanked off and his jeans were being
shoved down. The heavy, thick length of his erection strained against his
boxer-briefs as he kicked his pants aside. Melina, gasping for breath when Mac
attacked her neck with his mouth, drove her hands up under his shirt to pull it
off, too. He only let go of her long enough to get the offending fucking
clothes off.

Skin on skin.

That’s what he
wanted.

All over this
woman.

Mac
needed
it.

Grabbing the backs
of her thighs, Mac lifted Melina off the floor. He turned her around until he
could steady her against the wall. Melina’s hands grappled for something
steady, but she only yanked the coats off their hooks in the process.

“Fuck,” Mac
groaned when she rolled her bare sex into his erection.

Christ, it felt so
good.

But it hurt, too.

“Fuck me,” Melina
begged. “
God
, please.”

There was no order
to her words, not a demand in her tone. She was weak under his hands and Mac
took that in like a drug.

“It’ll be my
pleasure, doll.”

Kissing her until
he couldn’t breathe and his cock was harder than steel, Mac ground his pelvis
into her wet center. He could feel her arousal dampening the fabric of his
boxer-briefs and leaving her mark behind. The heels of Melina’s shoes bit into
the backs of his thighs while her fingernails scored lines over his shoulders.

Mac let Melina
drop to the floor on shaky legs. “Arm of the couch, now.”

Melina’s hooded
gaze fell down to where Mac’s cock was straining inside the underwear he wore.
“
Jesus
.”

“Now,” he repeated
darkly.

She didn’t need to
be told again. Mac watched Melina’s ass sway back and forth as she crossed the
space from the entrance to the couch. At the arm, she placed her hands to the
supple butternut-colored leather and bent over. All over again, her wet, pink
flesh of her sex peeked out at him.

Promising.

Begging.

Needing.

Mac shoved his
boxer-briefs down and grabbed ahold of his cock. Melina watched him over her
shoulder and sucked on her bottom lip as he stroked his member. Then he tore
open the foil pack and sheathed his length in latex. He quickly closed the
space between them until he was behind Melina and running his palms over the
sexy swell of her ass. Mac let his erection rest on her backside. It gave him
just enough friction to keep his body awake but not nearly the amount that he
craved.

A single snap of
his hand cracked against her ass. The sound bounced off the walls. Melina
backed into his palm, moaning.

“Like that, do
you?” he asked huskily.

Melina’s head
dipped down, her hair hiding her face. “I just want to fuck.”

“You want me to
fuck you.”

“
Yes
.”

Grabbing the base
of his cock, Mac dragged the tip down the crack of her ass and through her
fleshy lips. At the entrance of her sex, he pushed in just enough to stretch
her open like he had before with his fingers. With his hand pressing down on
the small of her back, forcing her to stay bent over the arm of the couch, she
couldn’t move or back into him.

“We’ll do this
again,” Mac promised.

Melina sighed
shakily. “Will we?”

“Oh, yes. Because
tonight is going to be fast, hard, and dirty. Next time, we’ll take a little
more time. You don’t mind that, do you?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Mac let go of his
cock and slid home with one hard thrust. The grip Melina had on the arm of the
couch let go from the force of Mac entering her. Keeping his one hand on her
back, he used his other to fist her hair and pull it aside. He wanted to see
her face when he fucked her. He wanted to know what she looked like when a man
was owning her like this.

She didn’t
disappoint.

With her teeth
biting hard into her bottom lip, and her eyes wide open, Melina was the sexiest
sight Mac had ever seen. She struggled for a grip on the couch as he pounded
into her from behind. Her rolling cries seared into his mind, promising to stay
there long after the night was over. She backed into his cock, meeting every
crack of his hips. Mac could see how wet she was when he looked down, and he
was lost watching the view of his cock disappearing into her supple, pink
pussy.

Skin on skin.

Perspiration
dotted down her spine. Pleasure licked up his.

He could still
fucking taste her in his mouth.

Her scent was all
over him.

Mac’s fingers
ached from holding her so tight.

“Harder,” Melina
pleaded.

Mac tugged on her
hair, forcing her head back until her teeth bared for him and the muscles in
her neck strained. His pace was punishingly hard and so fucking brutal. The
sounds of slapping skin mixed in with Melina’s sweet music beautifully.

“Come,” he
growled.

Melina whined.

“Come on, doll, I
want you to milk me fucking dry.”

She broke under
him all over again. He pushed her deeper into the couch and fucked her harder.

This was going to
be a long night.

Mac was just
getting started.