Page 98 of Ruthless Ambition
Her ponytail fell over her shoulder, and I grabbed it to wrap it around her neck, and then I pulled. Her hair was long enough to touch her ass. She had plenty of hair for me to use and hold onto. The thought of doing this with a scarf made me harder, and I shoved her down flatter, lifting her ass up as I drove my cock into her. Her ass bucked against me as we screwed, and I bent over her, my lips tasting hers as she kissed me back.
Dropping her hair, I gripped her hips, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. She was already clenching around my cock.
“You protected?” I grunted.
“Yes.”
“I need to come,” I told her.
“Do it.”
“I’m clean.”
“Me too,” she hissed as another orgasm caused her pussy to grip my cock.
It was game over. Bending quickly, I sank my teeth into her shirt and shoulder to stop my own groan from being heard. She hissed in pain, but it didn’t stop me or move me away. I felt her pussy spasm again as I filled her, and afterward, I lay slumped over her as she panted beneath me.
“What the hell was that?” Angel asked me as she tried to move.
“Fuck knows,” I admitted as I stood up and slipped out. Stooping quickly, I picked up her discarded cotton panties and wiped myself and then her. “You got any spare?”
Angel turned to look at me, and her eyes widened when she saw what I’d used to clean us both. “No, you complete asshole, I don’t walk around with spare fucking panties,” she growled as she straightened her skirt and hastily buttoned her blouse.
“You should,” I said as I dropped them in the trash.
Angel squeaked and dove into the trash after them. “You can’t leave them there! What iswrongwith you?”
As I straightened my own clothes, I shrugged. “Who was your call?”
“None of your business,” Angel snapped.
Smoothing my hair back, I watched as she fluttered at her clothes, and I took a moment to appreciate her attitude. “I didn’t come in here for this,” I admitted as I fixed my belt.
“Okay?” Angel paused as she looked up at me. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Well.” I widened my eyes suggestively, and she laughed as she looked away.
“You’re ridiculous,” she said with a shake of her head. “I can’t believe you did that when I was talking,” she muttered as she picked up her ear pods.
“I hope they disconnected,” I joked, and when she looked at me in alarm, I didn’t hide my smirk. “Calm down, I made sure.”
“Oh.” She was torn between grateful and pissed. Pretty much how she got through life, I felt. “Why are you here again?”
I hesitated. “Amar Jones called me.”
Angel’s movements stilled as she cocked her head at me in question. “Why?”
“Prescott told him I got him a better deal than you offered.” Whether or not my cock was still wet from her, I’d never minced my words before.
“And you offered Amar a better deal?” I could see her anger rising, and I picked up my tablet and handed it to her. “What’s this?”
“Your contract with Amar Jones. That’s what needs to be changed to make it better. I recommend you do that, or you lose him.”
Angel scanned the contract. “This is too much,” she muttered. “And this?” She pointed at a clause. “Is insanity. You get them to sign this?”
“Fuck no. I’d make it more. You need to do this,” I told her.
“I can find my own clients.”
