He began thrusting, pumping, fucking me deep. I buried my face in the fancy pillows, all that was stopping me from screaming my lungs out.
It didn't take long before the first climax crashed over me. I was prone, open to his power, every single inch of me shaking when his hips collided with mine.
His fingers dug into both ass cheeks, the leverage he needed for fucking me harder. Mine went straight into the sheets. Holding, tangling, pulling them, desperate to ground myself to something before he fucked me right off the face of the earth.
Every piston of his cock into me fed the fireball building near my womb. I couldn't take it, the way he fucked me, filled me, owned me.
Then he took my hair in his fist, threatening to get me to make this place echo with my shrieks.
“Come on this cock, darling. Come 'til you soak the fuckin' sheets.”
Oh, hell. Helllllllllllllllllll!
I exploded. Saw stars. Convulsed on him as he went balls deep, grinding his length into me, making me feel every throbbing inch as he added his heat to mine.
His cock lit me on fire, searing every nerve. His seed would extinguish it, but only after we'd both been wracked with so much pleasure we were spent.
Completely, unquestionably exhausted.
“Love this beautiful fucking pussy. Love fucking it. Love owning it,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper, growling through his pleasure. “Fuckin' love you.”
That last part set me off all over again. My body milked a few last bursts of pleasure from his cock before I collapsed, wondering if we'd left scorched holes in the fancy silk sheets.
IX: Where There's Smoke (Firefly)
“You gotta be shittin' me. It's raining again?” I climbed out of bed, walking over to the huge French doors leading to the balcony. Took a couple seconds for my legs to limber up after fucking all night. “Day fuckin' ten. Where does the time go?”
“I'll give you three good guesses,” Cora said, sauntering up behind me and placing her soft, sweet hands on my shoulders. Woman rubbed them like a masseuse, using my body to shield her from the chill air.
It had turned damned cold with the rain blowing in from the Smokies the past three days – or was it four?
Hell, we'd both lost track of time, being cooped up here for a solid week. Easy to ignore everything when I'd spent every damned day inside her.
“Gonna have to make a run to town for food soon. We've chewed our way through all the shit here that I know how to pronounce, much less make.” I looked at her and smiled.
She hugged my waist, running her hands over my abs, teasing my cock hard again. “I'd like to come with,” she whispered.
Turning around, I pulled her hands off me, and shot her the look that said bodyguard, not just lover. “No. Rules are rules, Cora. You're staying put, whatever the fuck I do. I really oughta call the prospects to look in on you if I ain't around, but the club's been so damned short handed...”#p#分页标题#e#
My brow furrowed. Couldn't even hide it. The constant danger hanging over us was beginning to sting my ass like a swarm of hornets.
At first, it was easy just to settle, to ignore the bullshit. Bringing her off like a goddamned bull in rut every night helped.
A man didn't have to worry when he had the best pussy of his life throttling his dick. All the hell wilted when I threw her legs over my shoulders and slid the fuck into her, making her feel every smack of my balls on her ass.
But every second I wasn't in Cora, wedged between her legs as she thrashed all over my cock, I couldn't stop thinking about the mission.
The Atlanta Torches were coming. Sooner or later, some rat from the Heel would tell them I'd married the chick they were looking for. They'd sweep into Tennessee anytime now.
Searching. Coming for my girl. Coming to raise hell and kick my club's balls off.
Blood? Guaranteed. Shit, mine boiled with the certainty.
“I'm calling Lion and Tin now,” I said, pulling out my phone. “They'll keep an eye on shit here while I make a supply run. Gotta stop by the clubhouse too, make sure everything's still in line.”
No sooner than I hit the button to dial, somebody began banging on the door.
We both almost hit the fucking roof.
“Get down!” I growled, pushing her gently to the floor. I swept my hand across our pile of clothes 'til I found my nine.
If somebody was coming in to fuck with us, they were gonna catch a bullet through the chest.
The double door looked fancy, but the hinges were complete trash. It busted a second later, and I held her down, crouching behind the bed with my gun aimed at the intruder.
My arm wilted in a heartbeat when I saw who it was. I blinked, did a double take like something outta a damned cartoon.
“Prez?! No fuckin' way.”