Page 213 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Really?” I glare at him.

The fucker just smirks and lights it up.Asshole.

“I’m going to guess they’re not going to just accept it if the killings just stop, would they?” she asks.

“No,” Jasper answers. “They will always wonder who dared to cause mayhem in our city. They would see us as unfit to lead the organization, and while a lot of the older members are either too old to do shit or have died off, some of them stillcould stir up a coup. Not that they would succeed, but I’d rather avoid bloodshed and keep the rest of the men from doubting our leadership.”

“Question,” she says, shifting in my lap. I have to hold her hips still to keep her from grinding on my already hard cock. She’s killing me here. All I have to do is undo my pants and slide my cock inside her. It would be that easy.

Huh. What the fuck is stopping me?

“Ask away.” Jasper waves a hand at her.

She doesn’t notice what I’m doing as I slide her forward. Wesley shoots me a curious look, raising a brow as he blows a stream of smoke into the air.

I smirk, giving him a wink as I work my cock out of my pants.

He huffs out a subtle laugh, shaking his head.

“Do you have any enemies?"

Jasper lets out a dry laugh. “Nola, we’re the leaders of a crime organization, of course, we have enemies.”

With my cock out, hard and aching and the tip leaking with pre-cum, I pull Nola back onto my lap.

She sucks in a gasp when she feels the hot heat of my shaft against her bare pussy.

She looks back at me with surprise, but I just cock a brow. “Keep going. What were you saying?”

Nola licks her lips, her cheeks going a pretty pink shade before she turns her attention back to Jasper.

“W-what if…” she starts, leaning back against me. Her body melts into mine, knowing exactly what I’m about to do, what I want from her. And fuck me, her letting me use her like this, so casually and being such a good little cock slut about it, has me fucking harder than steel. “I-I help you.”

She moans as I bring the tip of my cock to her entrance. I can feel her arousal dripping onto my shaft. I groan as I slowly lower her down on me, her tight, wet heat feeling fucking amazing.

My eyes are on Jasper, watching him as I slowly start to fuck our girl right in the middle of their conversation.

“What do you mean?” he grinds out, nostrils flaring. He’s trying hard not to let this bother him, but I can see the need in his eyes. He wants her, and he’s pissed I’m taking her.

But Mr. Stone Cold Man doesn’t break, keeping his attention on Nola’s face.

“Oh fuck,” she mewls, softly, her voice shaking a bit. I chuckle as she clears her throat and continues speaking. “What if we turn the attention onto someone else?”

She whimpers when I lift her up until she’s almost slipping off my cock before I plant my feet on the ground and drive up into her with a harsh thrust.

Her moan sends my blood pumping. It takes everything in me not to fuck her into this couch like an animal.

“Like pin the murders on another person so they can take the blame?” Jasper asks.

Grabbing Nola’s legs, I lift them up and part her knees. Her pussy is exposed to the room, and I watch as Jasper’s eyes drop to where my cock is stuffed inside our girl’s dripping cunt.

Bringing my fingers to her clit, I start to rub it in slow, firm circles. “Yes!” she shouts, sucking in a gasp of air.

“Would you stop it?” Jasper snaps at me. “I’m trying to fucking talk to her.”

“My bad,” I grunt out. My heart pounds in my chest, my balls aching with the need to explode inside her.

With a smug smirk, I slide my hand up Nola’s borrowed shirt, roughly grasping her breast, giving it a squeeze, and making her whimper.