You Wreck Me (The Prospect Series Book 1)

by Glenna Maynard

  “Yeah, baby, you missed me doing that. Can’t wait for my dick to be back inside you. Filling you up, over and over again. Pounding that sweet pussy that was made for squeezing my cock. That pussy that was made for taking my dick so Goddamned deep you can feel it in your stomach. And that ass, baby, I haven’t forgotten that you promised to give it to me. If I find out any other man has so much as even licked or fingered it, I will cut out his tongue. Then I will cut off his fingers and his pecker. Because I told you, Princess, you motherfucking belong to me.” God, he needs to shut up or I’m going to cum again. “Nobody will ever fucking eat that pussy like I can. You know you wanna be 69 with me right now, riding my face while you suck on my dick.”

  My legs shake with want. He may be a prick, but the man knows what buttons to push. He knows no one compares to him in the bedroom for me. I won’t tell him that but deep down I know he knows.

  He slowly pulls his hand out of my pants, his two fingers that were inside me, dripping with my wetness. He grins, sliding them inside his mouth, groaning as he sucks them dry.

  “So, tell me, Wrecker. Who tastes better? Me or that bitch back there?”

  He shrugs his shoulders and licks his fingers again.

  “Still don’t want me, Princess?” He asks with a smirk. Smug fucking bastard. “You of course, Princess.You've always had the best damn pussy I've ever tasted, but can't deny that bitch back there tasted pretty fuckin' sweet,” he says, with a wink.

  “I can't believe you just said that to me!”

  “You asked, Princess, I'm just bein' honest.”

  “I hate you,” I rasp out, tears stinging my eyes.

  His eyes narrow on me, seeing my tears he flinches slightly but shrugs. “Hate sex is the best, didn’t you know that? I can’t wait to see how fucking hot it’s going to be. Let’s go.”

  He pulls me back to his bike and I silently get on behind him. Cursing myself, and my stupid body for wanting him so badly.

  Chapter 11

  Wrecker

  I should keep driving until we get to The Stable, but I am damned tired and ready to crash for a few hours. Plus, if that waitress does end up telling the cops I was there, they’ll be cruising the streets looking for me. Best just to lay low for the night. I’m horny as fuck too. There’s nothing like killing a man to make my dick hard. Add Harlee into the mix and I have the worst case of blue balls known to man.

  I should have just fucked her on the side of the road when I finished finger banging her. She tasted as sweet as I remembered. Damn, she’s one hell of a woman. Her tight little body needs to be bent over taking my dick. I can’t stop picturing it. The vibration of the bike isn’t helping my dick either, it’s causing it to stay hard.

  I see a motel up the road and speed up, pulling into the lot. I tell Harlee over my shoulder, “We’re getting a room for the night, still have a ways to go before we get to where we need to be.” It’s more like an hour, but we should be off the road for the night, and I want her. I know if we go to The Stable tonight she won’t touch me, and I need her touching me, right now.

  She ignores me, so be it. In about ten minutes I’ll be feasting on her sweet cunt and fucking her all night. Maybe even have her gag on my cock a few times, just like she used to. We both stretch our legs and pop our backs as we take off our helmets.

  I keep her pulled close to my side as I throw some cash down on the counter. “Need a room. No record of us being here.”

  The woman clacks on her keyboard, throws a keycard at me, and nods as she eyes the cash.

  “Come on, sweetheart. My dick is about ready to bust out my zipper.” I tug Harlee out the office door.

  “How cute, is your palm eager to meet up with it,” she crows, trying to jerk free from my hold on her.

  “Nah, he knows your tight ass is waiting to take all nine inches.” Her eyes darken as I laugh and keep walking her toward our room for the night. I parked my bike behind the hotel in the brush and covered it with a black tarp. No one will see it until daylight and we should be back on the road by then, as long as no cops are looking for us.

  Once we get in the room, Harlee announces she’s taking a shower. I think about joining her but she locks the door. At least I know there isn’t a window for her to climb out of and escape. I kick my boots off and shrug my shirt over my head. I don’t take my jeans off because Harlee would lose her shit if I was laying here naked when she gets out of the bathroom.

  My mind shifts to her in the shower. Her naked body with soapy hot water cascading down her fine as fuck form. My dick practically weeps at the thought. Precum is leaking from the head. I wish she’d come in here and ride me so I can fill her sweet pussy up with my cum. When this shit is over I will have a ring on her finger and my seed planted in her womb.

  One way or another I will have her back.

  Just as I am thinking about stroking one out before she gets out of the shower that burner phone her old man gave me sounds off.

  “Yo,” I answer.

  “How’s shit going? Anyone give you any trouble?”

  “Nothing I couldn’t handle. We stopped off to catch a few zz’s before heading to the hideout.”

  “Why couldn’t you just go straight there? Should have been there two hours ago.”

  “We stopped for some gas and food. Then a situation happened. Thought it was best to stay off the roads for the night just in case. Don’t worry, Demon, at first light we’ll be outta here,” I assure him.

  “Good. Just make sure you stick with the plan. I’ll be in contact soon.”

  Before I can ask him about these scumbags the line goes dead. Goddamn, I wish he’d give me something to work with. He is being stingy as fuck with his inside information. It would be a hell of a lot easier to protect her if I knew what in the fuck I was up against.

  I know I am just a prospect but he trusted me with her life, you’d think he could tell me who put the hit on her.

  Harlee comes out of the bathroom, strutting around in a towel that barely covers her ass. Fuck me. Goddamn she has me ready to get down on my knees and beg her for a fucking taste. Because one taste is all it would take for her to give in. The minute my tongue touches her pussy she’ll fucking soak my mouth like the damn Niagara Falls. No motherfucking doubt about it.

  “Spoke to your old man” Might as well tell her. I know she’ll be asking soon enough.

  She looks up from digging through her bag and stares at me expectantly. “And?”

  “He said to make sure as soon as the sun comes up we get to our destination.”

  “Did he say who wants to kill me?”

  “Nope. But he did say he hopes you are treating me right.” I wink at her and grin.

  She rolls her eyes and I pull my dick out and stroke it.

  Her eyes widen and she says, “You’re unbelievable.”

  “I know.” I grin and pump faster. “They write songs about men like me.” I shake it at her and she shakes her head biting her bottom lip.

  “Come on over. I know you wanna suck it,” I tell her.

  “Fuck you, Wrecker.” Fucking hate that she won’t call me by my real name, I’ll get it out of her eventually though.

  “Princess, I’m trying, but it would be better if you would get up on me and ride so I can get off faster.”

  “Not on your life.”

  I grab my chest and fake a heart attack. “You’re killing me, baby. Only thing that will save me is your pussy.”

  “I’ll start writing your obituary then.” She grins and slips on a t-shirt before climbing onto the bed next to me, without wearing any fucking panties, but as close as she can get to the edge of the damn bed without falling off.

  I pout as she turns the lamp off.

  “If you touch me I swear to you, Wrecker, I will cut your dick off.”

  “Point taken.” I sigh long and loud. “Sorry, buddy. It’s just you an ol’ hairy palm tonight. I tried for ya, I really did.” I shove my jeans off and get under the covers. I�
�ll respect her wishes but fuck she makes it damn hard on me. Knowing she is mere inches away with no barrier between us other than her dislike for me is pure torture.

  As much as it pains me and my dick I roll over to catch some shut eye.

  Chapter 12

  Harlee

  God, that feels amazing. I yawn and struggle to wake up. I was having the best dream. I was getting finger fucked and having the best orgasm ever. Then realization hits me. It isn’t a dream. Two fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy while another hand palms my tit, pinching my nipple. Wrecker is pressed up against me, spooning me. His big dick is pressing against the crack of my ass, begging for me to let him in. Begging for me to fuck him. Well he can hope all he wants to. It isn’t gonna happen. But that doesn’t mean I won’t let him make me cum. Why should I deny myself? I’m a big girl. I can take what I want and then walk away.

  So, I lay here and let him continue what he’s doing. His fingers slide in and out repeatedly moving slow then fast. His dick moves against me, and I let him rub it between the cheeks of my ass, teasing him with my puckered hole but never allowing him entrance.

  His teeth graze my shoulder.

  “Goddamn, Princess, you are killing me,” he grits out as though he is in pain and I smirk.

  Pushing my ass into his crotch further, I let out a moan.

  His fingers circle my clit as he humps me from behind. “That’s it, wreck me, baby,” I tell him, allowing myself to really get into it. “I wanna cum so bad.” I look up at him as he stares down at me from over my shoulder. “That’s it, don’t stop.”

  Wrecker rolls over top me and spreads my legs wide.

  “Eat my pussy so I can cum all over your tongue, lover.”

  His mouth caps over my clit and he doesn’t hold back showing his appreciation for the taste of my sweet pussy. His skillful tongue flicks my sensitive bundle of nerves as I grip the sheets in ecstasy. His fingers spread my lips and he fucks me with his tongue, lapping up my juices as I ride his face. My fingers dig into his scalp, probably drawing blood but I don’t care and I don’t think he minds either by the way his face is buried against me, nose deep, inhaling my intoxicating scent.

  When he adds his fingers back to the mix and sucks on my nipple I cum hard on his hand.

  Wrecker dips his head back between my thighs and sucks on my pussy getting every last drop of my essence.

  When he’s had his fill, and is getting ready to fuck me, I roll away from him and close my legs. ‘Thanks.” I smirk and he fucking punches his own chest.

  “You wanna use me, baby, that’s okay. I’ll give you that one for free but next time, it’s gonna cost you,” he warns.

  His heated eyes are trained on me and I giggle.

  I must admit I do love pissing him off.

  Chapter 13

  Wrecker

  I get up from the bed with my cock in hand and beat one out. I keep my eyes trained on Harlee the whole time, thinking about her warm inviting pussy easing down and impaling itself on my cock, riding me hard and fast. After what just happened it doesn’t take me long to get off, and I spray my load all over her face and tits.

  She looks at me in shock.

  “You just shot your spunk on my face!”

  I smirk and shake every last drop over her head as she wipes at her face.

  As she accidentally licks my cum off her lips, her eyes roll back, as if she's remembering my taste from before. Her eyes focus on me, lust filling them. Suddenly, I find myself on my back, head banging off the floor with my still hard dick fully sated inside her.

  Goddamn she fits me perfectly. Even better than I remember. Her heat washes over my dick as her pussy muscles spasm around my dick squeezing me so motherfucking tight. She rides my dick like she fucking stole it. I knew I would break her. She fucking loves my dick. Always has.

  “Damn, Princess.” I squeeze her ass and brush my thumb over her puckered hole wanting to claim it so damn bad.

  She caps her fingers over my mouth and snaps at me, “Don’t speak.”

  For once, I keep my mouth shut and hold onto her hips as her tits bounce in my face while she rides me hard and fast. She throws her head back; her hair grazes the tops of my thighs as she moans mumbling something incoherently.

  “Fuck, Princess.”

  “God, Wrecker, so good.”

  I smack her ass. “Carter. Say it, Harlee. Car—ter,” I demand drawing out the sound.

  “Never.” She moans.

  I smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Say my motherfucking name!”

  “No,” she breathes out as I feel her growing closer to getting off.

  I yank on her hair ready to pull it out if that’s what it takes to hear my real name leave her lips as she cums all over my dick.

  Up and down she pumps her juicy cunt on my dick, showing no mercy as she takes what she wants. I buck my hips pushing deeper in and she braces herself against my shoulder as I meet her thrust for thrust until we are both cumming together. I go to hug her sweaty body against mine and she pushes me away.

  “I hate you.” Her hand waves between us. “And this did not just happen. You tell anyone I laid with you again I will shoot you.”

  My head thumps back on the floor. I can’t hardly breathe. That was so damn good.

  Harlee refuses to look at me the rest of the morning. Daybreak is upon us and we need to get on the road. I take a quick shower and she follows after me having another one as well. I wanted to tell her she had better not fucking wash me away but think better of it. I know she will be under me again soon enough.

  She doesn’t speak to me and when I take her to breakfast, she doesn’t say anything at all. She can throw her little tantrum all she likes we’ll be at The Stable soon enough. And when we get there, if Harlee wants to keep up this little act of not wanting me and pretending she’s too good for my dick, there will be plenty of others there who won’t deny me.

  The Stable is known for having the best pussy around. If she wants to play games so be it. I don’t do games. I like to fuck who I want to fuck when I want to fuck. If Harlee doesn’t want to be the one getting my dick I will find more than one bitch who will love taking my cock anywhere I want to fucking stick it.

  At this restaurant, our server is male and Harlee keeps fluttering her damn lashes at him. Does she think that shit will work with my scary ass sitting here? Motherfucker would have to have a damn death wish to even get near her. Because I will kill him if he so much as smiles at her in a way I deem inappropriate. If the tattoos that cover my arms aren’t warning enough, my fucking grip on his fingers when I hand back the menus should tell him all he needs to know. My message is clear—back the fuck up or get hurt.

  “You think you’re real fucking cute, don’t you?” I growl at Harlee as she feigns innocence.

  “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.”

  “I know exactly what you are trying to pull, but trust me, it isn’t gonna work.”

  “Whatever,” she sasses me.

  The services are quick, and when the waiter comes back out, he doesn’t even glance in Harlee’s direction, good boy, but it doesn’t stop Harlee from trying to catch his attention.

  I ignore her this time, since I know the dickweed isn’t gonna do shit.

  We finish our meal in silence. Wiping my face when I finish, I throw the napkin on my plate. “You stay here. I swear to God if you move while I pay, I will yank your pants down and spank you in front of all these people.”

  She doesn’t say anything, just rolls her eyes at me. Her attitude is making me hard.

  As I walk back to the table anger runs through me. I watch as Harlee tries to hand the waiter a napkin with something written on it.

  Charging over, I grab the napkin and her arm, forcing her out of the booth, and walk out the door, pulling her to my bike.

  “What the fuck, Wrecker!” She shouts at me, struggling to try and make me let her go.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I r
oar in her face.

  I try to calm my anger down before I speak to her, but it’s not working.

  “What the fuck was that, huh? You tried to give him your number right in front of me?”

  She flinches away from me as I crowd her.

  “I can do what I want, you don’t own me.”

  I grab her face and squeeze, leaning in close. “You sure about that? Who’s cum was all over you and in you this morning? Huh, Princess?”

  “I hate you.”

  “Bitch, you keep saying that, but the way your cunt milked my dick this morning says otherwise.” I shove her away and she stumbles slightly. I look at the napkin.

  This asshole I’m with kidnapped me, if you can help me out, I’ll suck you off better than anyone ever could.

  Dead. She’s dead. I crumble it up and toss it in the trash can. She better hope that when we get to The Stable I’ve cooled down, otherwise her ass will bleed from being whipped.

  Chapter 14

  Harlee

  I honestly don’t know why we’re not just going to the clubhouse, it would have been faster. Instead we went into the opposite direction and now I’m standing in front of my father’s fucking whore house.

  The ranch style building matches its name–The Stable. There is a horse farm on the property but it isn’t the main business. No, the real business here is pussy. I used to think this house was beautiful when I was a child. I never even knew my father owned it when he’d bring me here for riding lessons on the weekend. I never questioned why my mom and I had to stay in a small cabin on the opposite end of the property. I don’t know how my mom did it. How did she looked the other way while he fucked around on her? Didn’t she think she deserved better? Now look at me, back where my father used to come to fuck his whores right under her nose.

  “I’m not going in there.” I cross my arms and sit back on the bike.

  “Sorry, Princess, but you are. Once I get the all clear from your father, then I can take you home.”

  I groan and roll my eyes, seeing one of the nasty bitches sweeping the porch off.