A/N: Readers, beware. Fire zone.

Edward

She's so fucking wet, so fucking hot… cheeks flushed, leading my eyes down to the swell of her tits underneath her corset top where they almost spill out. God. I need to bite her, mark her. Her pussy is a delicacy, and the way she turns into this wild animal when she's close makes me want to ruin my pants like a teenager.

My cock is as hard as solid gold, my fingers doing barely anything to relieve the tension. I need to come; I need to sink deep into pussy—good, tight, magnificent pussy like Havoc's.

I hold her down by her hip, my knee digging into her upper thigh where I pin her to the ground. She's light as a fucking feather, but muscles ripple all under her beautiful, porcelain skin. When I lick my lips, I still taste her and crave more. Then, she opens her eyes; the biggest of brown beauties I've ever seen look bottomless and sinful with those lashes of hers and the black liner around her round eyes.

I don't know how she does it, but I'm thrown off her—my head barely missing the clawfoot leg of the marble coffee table in the middle of the shaggy, white rug. A wild chuckle escapes my mouth, and I'm about to resist when she straddles me. The leather of her boots squeak, the remnants of her pants sliding over my designer denim as if she's not even wearing anything. I can feel Havoc's heat-her pussy's heat—as she glides herself over my cock. It's so light, so little pressure, it's almost painful. Fuck, this woman knows a thing or two about torture…

"Listen carefully, Ginger." She spits the words through her teeth, leaning over. Her hair falls around us, caging me in as she licks my lower lip, pries my mouth open, and bites my tongue. God, I'm about to bust a nut inside my two-hundred-dollar jeans. "I'm gonna use your cock to get off. If you come, I'll cut your fucking balls off—okay?" Her voice drops, so low and seductive I don't even care if she hurts me. I just need her silk pussy to envelop me. Now. Forever.

"Mhmm…" I moan as she slithers over my cock again, base to fucking tip. She takes a few deep breaths, head falling to the side as her eyes flutter closed. I can move, sure, and I could struggle—because she's a lightweight and I overpower her by strength alone easily. The thing is, I don't want to. I'm completely captivated by this creature, by Havoc's demeanor, her ways, her tics, her noises, and the fucking scent of her perfect pussy that lingers in the air. She's so turned on my cock is covered in her juices by the time her eyes open again and her dainty fingers curl around my throat.

I waggle my brows and groan when she applies pressure—challenging her for more, for a fight—but the second she lifts her hips, she does just that. Her thumbs cross each other as both of her palms press down on the perfect spot. Shit, fucking Christ… Havoc's a fucking pro. Even my balls feel tight when she's choking me like this—so good.

Sweat starts to come out of pores I didn't even know I had, my breathing so labored, so fast I'm feeling lightheaded. That's when Havoc chokes me harder, making my fucking eyes roll back right at the same time she shifts her hips and takes my cock without even touching it.

God. She's not slow, not at all. She doesn't sink down on me patiently, but like she's possessed—as if she'd fucking die if she doesn't take me hard and all the way. The groan that slips from my mouth is guttural, as if I'm in pain, in hell, but fuck... Havoc's my fucking heaven. It's not fair; her pussy's so wet and hot, so incredibly tight I feel myself whimper when she lifts herself up almost all the way and the air of the room hits my wet cock.

"Shit," she gasps. I open my eyes to look at her, and man, am I not disappointed. Her hair dances around her arms and down her waist, tits bouncing where her top cuts them off, and I wish she was naked; I wish I could tug her nipples so hard she screams—cream all over me while I'm the one who's pounding into her. I grip Havoc's thighs, feeling skin through the giant rip, rip even further as my fingertips dig into her. Her muscles are straining, still impacted by her fucking strong orgasm from before, and her legs are a little shaky.

I can feel how her hands turn my face red, make my eyes strain, how she makes it harder for me to swallow, but so much easier for me to come. There's no condom, not that I care because I get tested before every scene, and after my subs leave, and Havoc doesn't strike me as the irresponsible kind.

My nails might be short, but I can tell she feels them dig into her thick thighs, the way her breathing speeds up. By the way her hands start to shake a bit, I know she's close to losing it.

She changes tactics, hips grinding slower but harder and rougher still, keeping me in place, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. This bitch with the best pussy I've had in ages holds my cock captive, and he'd kill me if I got her off of him.

"You liked it with your tongue, but I guess your cock likes my pussy even better, Ginger." She's a smug fucking whore, and as much as I want to tell her that, I smirk through her chokehold, tilt my hips to hit her hard, and watch her gasp.

"As much as your pussy loves milking my cock, princess." I manage to croak out in between shallow breaths. She lifts one hand off my throat and slaps my cheek with such strength it throws me off. I end up moaning because at the same time she leans back, her plump, round ass heavy on my balls.

"Shit," I bark and narrow my eyes at her. All she does is chuckle—a throaty genuine one that reverberates straight to my core.

"Shut up, Ginger." Her hands glide lower, so low, and she lifts the hem of my T-shirt, stuffing her hands underneath the cotton, dragging her nails up until she's clawing at my nipples, and I writhe beneath her. Shit, I've gotta come. Flames lick up and down my body, tormenting my cock, begging for release.

"Ah." I feel my eyes roll back when Havoc grinds her clit over my pubic bone, her wet little pussy coating me completely.

"Thank me, and you can come." She breathes. Her eyes start to glaze over like they did when I ate her out. No way she's getting that out of me. No fucking way. I grip her hips, but that only seems to spur her on more. She growls with the ego of a hungry lioness and grabs my hair so tightly my eyes water.

"Fucking thank me, princess." She's so hostile, eyes burning I think I might catch on fire.

I thrust up again, and again until she's losing strength, losing balance, and she leans on both her hands. They're planted firmly on my chest, nails digging in so deep I think she's drawing blood. I feel my balls draw tighter and fucking tighter until it's unbearable. But then she grinds faster and faster until she's so red in the face—blotchy on her chest—and I just know it. Her pussy gets even more narrow, choking my cock as well as she did with my throat, and she lets out this moan that I feel deep into my soul. She comes hard, and I feel it too—fuck I feel it so intensely, the way her pussy suffocates my dick, how she urges me to come, spill inside her, mark her. Shit, I'm so close, but she's riding out her orgasm. Havoc's even wetter now, her cream all over me, and I fucking love it. I should let her lick it up before I shoot my cum all over her pretty doll face.

She rides it out, hips grinding and head thrashing to the side, her hair dancing around us, strands of it sticking to her sweaty forehead.

Just when I'm about to grab her, turn us over, she lets my cock slip out of her and stands with her legs shaking in her boots.

"Get out of my room," she barks, and disappears into the bathroom, locking it behind her.