Hard Bastard(51)

“What happened next?” I grunted, pulling her hair back. I pulled her up toward me and found her clit with my other hand, rubbing her in slow circles.

“Your big cock fucked me,” she said. “Wild and hard, like you couldn’t get enough. I gave myself to you because I had no other choice. I couldn’t stop it, even with people watching, even if it wasn’t a good idea. I needed you inside of me.”

“Like you need it now.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I need it now.”

“You need my big fucking cock buried deep inside of your cunt. You’re a dirty fucking girl for me, and I need to hear you say it.”

I continued fucking her, working her clit, hair in my hand.

“I’m a dirty girl,” she moaned. “I dream about your big cock. I’m such a slut for you, Gage. I’m so bad.”

I groaned, pushing her down into the bed and fucking her rough. I lost myself in that moment, overwhelmed by how fucking sexy she was, by how fucking hard I was. I fucked her deeper, slapped her ass, rubbed her clit, felt her full breasts.

I knew she was close when she spread her legs wider and started rocking back against me. Her hips twisted and slammed back, rocking her ass against me, working my big dick deeper inside of her. Sweat dripped down our bodies.

“Keep going,” she begged. “Get me there, Gage. Come on, fuck me.”

I did as requested. I fucked her deep and rough, working with her rhythm, rubbing her clit.

Her whole body tensed, and I saw the orgasm pass over her. She squirmed and spasmed, mouth open, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. I didn’t relent though, just kept fucking that tight pussy, knowing I was so close.

And as her orgasm passed, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I pulled out, jerking my big cock off and came all over her perfect fucking ass. I covered her pussy and ass in my cum, loving the way she wiggled it for me.

When it was over, we both got into the shower together. I couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her, any thoughts of what was to come completely out of my mind. In that moment, things were good.

But I knew the bad shit hadn’t even started yet.





Chapter 21





Sadie





Around noon, I found myself in a smoky bar in a part of Ashertown that I never went into. Not because it was particularly dangerous or anything, but just because it was traditionally the Irish part of town. The bar was crowded for a Thursday afternoon, and there were replays of soccer matches on the television.

I sipped my glass of wine and picked absently at the fish and chips I ordered for lunch. I felt a little nervous, though I knew I didn’t need to be. The memory of that morning kept coming back to me, plus the ache between my legs kept Gage’s body fresh in my mind.

“Can I do anything for you, sweetie?” the waitress asked me, pulling me from my daydream. I hadn’t even noticed her approach. She was in her forties at least, with the deep wrinkled face of a longtime smoker.

“No, thanks,” I said.

She smiled and walked away to check on her other tables. I looked around the room again and spotted Gage sitting at the bar next to a man that I didn’t recognize.

The man was apparently named Liam Sullivan, a member of the Irish Mob. Gage didn’t go into details about how he knew Liam, but I got the sense that they did some job together in the past. The two of them were talking in low tones and drinking whisky, sitting close together. At one point, Liam glanced back at me, but that was all the involvement I had.

Gage assured me that I would be safe in the Irish bar. Even if the Petrovs somehow found us in there, the Irish would protect us from them. They didn’t particularly owe us anything, but they just didn’t like the Russians stepping into their turf like they fucking owned the place.

I hated that I couldn’t hear the discussion. I wanted to be a part of the negotiations, since my life was on the line. But I understood that this was how business had to be done, or at least it was according to Gage.

I sat there alone for at least ten minutes while the boys talked. I was getting more and more pissed off as time ticked past, and I could feel myself ready to blow up. This was my life too, after all, and I shouldn’t have been held out of discussions about it. Even if they thought I somehow would get in the way, or if they were talking about things I couldn’t know, it still annoyed me.

Finally, after ten minutes and absolutely nothing, I got up. I walked over to the boys, not letting them have their way anymore without me.

Gage looked up as I approached, a slight frown on his face.

“I want to be a part of this,” I said, trying to stand my ground.

Liam grinned at me. He was tall and broad, though not as big as Gage. His rust-red hair was close cropped and he had a thick, bushy beard.