Falling For Crazy (Moroad Motorcycle Club)(40)

Now, he only wanted to go home and fuck his woman.

Twenty minutes later, he held Amy's hand as he walked her into her childhood house. The place had a lot of work that still needed to be done, but it was livable. It was home.

She'd found love and security growing up here, and he'd found acceptance. Whether he stayed out of prison or ended up back behind bars, he was positive Amy would never leave him.

Inside the living room, he sat down and untied the shoelaces on his boots. "Amy?"

"Hm?" She put her purse on the scarred table next to the door.

He used his toe to kick off his boot. "I need you naked. The faster, the better."

She undressed without question. He loved that about her. He might be insane to everyone else, but she trusted him, and he never had to ask twice for sex.

He removed his clothes, strode to the couch, and sat with his arms spread to each side over the back cushions. He watched her strip and crooked his finger, motioning for her to come to him.

She walked across the room, breasts bouncing and hips dancing. Stepping to his sprawled legs, she climbed on his lap, situating her ass until she sat stomach to stomach with him. He gathered her hair and spread it down her back. Nothing was going to block her breasts from his view.

He palmed her ass. "I like your cushion."

She rolled her eyes. He grinned and laughed when the blush colored her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more.

"You're not supposed to say anything about the weight I've gained back," she said.

He let his happiness wash over him. "Ride me."

She tilted her head, and her eyes warmed. "Yeah?"

He gazed down at her breasts. "Hell, yeah."

She reached between her thighs and stroked his cock. He groaned, letting his head fall back on the couch cushion for a brief second. All day, he'd planned to take her. On the ride home, he'd changed his mind. He wanted her front and center, riding him.

Her thumb skimmed the thick vein running the length of his hardness. Impatient, he stopped her and fisted his dick.

She caught her lip between her teeth, raised up and sank down on him, inch by slow fucking inch. His toes curled. It felt even better than he'd imagined.

Amy closed her eyes and settled fully on him, panting through the fullness. Yeah, he knew, because she was squeezing every inch of his cock in pleasure.

Her eyes blinked open, and she gripped his shoulders, leaning toward him. Her nipples brushed his beard. He followed her breast with his mouth, licking, sucking, nuzzling. He wanted to pound inside of her and feel the sensation of her coming around him, but he'd waited all day. He could wait a few minutes more.

He palmed her ass, squeezing, lifting, feeling. "Ride."

She moved her hips backward and forward, and around, grinding against him. His body warmed, and his breath came heavy. He held on to her waist, guiding her faster. Practically lifting her off him, he plunged her back down.

She gasped. Her reaction squeezed him. His ball sac tightened, pleasure swirling around the base of his cock.

Her breasts jiggled in front of him. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, then focused on the other one. Pulling back, he grunted in urgency. He was going to fucking spill.

She leaned over and skimmed her lips over his mouth. "Like?"

"Fuck, yeah," he said on an exhale.

"Me, too." She stuck her tongue in his mouth.

He fought for position and thrust his tongue back into her mouth, mimicking his cock sliding in and out of her sex. He wanted every part of her body. She was his.

She moaned. He gripped her thighs, holding on. Her pussy so damn tight, his cock ached for release.

She rode faster, forward—down—backward—up in the perfect rhythm, feeding off his need for her. He bit down on her bottom lip.

She pulled away. Lust filled her gaze, and she gave him more when she moaned his name.

His hips jerked, pushing up, pulling her down. He was going to have a fucking heart attack. "That's it. Right there. Keep going."

Her body vibrated. Her legs trembled. Her hands desperately grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin bringing him more pleasure. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he strained to hold on. His cock pulsed, grew, lengthened.

Her body leaned back and went rigid. He gripped her hips, holding her down when she came, taking everything she handed him. He roared as her pussy squeezed tight around him in waves, going and going. His balls throbbed, and he shot his load in her.

Each spurt hers and hers alone.

His woman.

His life.

"Oh, my God," she whispered, flopping forward.

"Perfect," he rasped, squeezing her ass.

She hung from his shoulders, cradling his head in her arms. He closed his eyes and settled between her breasts.

He wrapped his arms around her and rocked slowly from side to side. He exhaled loudly, completely spent.

"Jacko?" she whispered in his ear.

He gave her a squeeze.

"We have the house to ourselves and most of the time when we're both here it's just you and me, so why do you still lay out in the yard and stare up into the sky?" She slowly trailed her fingers through his hair. "You don't have to act crazy with me."

He stilled. He no longer imagined Sarah's killers laying face up dead. He'd even stopped wondering what it was like for Sarah to live each day seeing nothing. He held Amy tighter. His body recovering and alert.

"Freedom, Momma. On the outside, I have you, Sarah, my club. I can't let myself slip back into seeing the bars every time I close my eyes. I don't want to lose myself." He pulled her back and gazed into her eyes.

She gave her head a short shake. "You won't because I won't let you go completely crazy."

He kissed her softly. "You in?"

"Yeah," she spoke against his lips. "I'm in forever."