Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(44)

I make it to the edge of the bed and set her on the ground. She still has my nipple, her head and body bent, refusing to let go. I wrap my hand in her hair again pulling her back up to face me. I refuse to come early like some wet-behind-the ears boy, getting his first taste of pussy—no matter how much she tempts me.

“Bend over the bed, Bree,” I order her. She looks at me pouting, her eyes heavy lidded, and her body heated a light pink. Gorgeous. Mine. She swallows, and again, I’m stuck watching the motion of her throat. Nervously, she licks her lips, but then nods her head in acceptance. She turns around, and I let go of her hair to let her. For a second, I do nothing more than look at her. Her back is delicate, sexy on its own. There’s little dark marks dashed around here and there. I’ve heard some of the girls call them beauty marks and on Bree they definitely are. I’m going to spend hours memorizing where they are and using my fingers to connect them.

I quickly unlatch her bra, rudely yanking it away from her body, not liking that it’s keeping one of those marks from me. I smile as I reveal it, having only been able to see it disappear behind a strap before. I reach down and kiss it, letting my tongue caress it, thinking this one is my favorite—at least, for now.

“Jax?” she asks, her voice shaking. In answer, I place my hand flat on the small of her back and gently push. Bree immediately leans over, bracing herself on the bed. I pet her in reward. Letting my hands slide along her naked back, moving along her sides, using my fingers to tease against her stomach, and trace the way her hips flare out. Just enjoying her body, because even that is telling.

My dark hand, worn from hours and hours in the sun, against that smooth pale white complexion. My hand scarred up and tatted, her skin virginal…just like the rest of her. She’ll wear my name on her skin too. Low and on her back so that when I bend her over and fuck her, I’ll see it. When we’re out and her shirt rides up every other motherfucker will see it and know she’s mine. I let my fingers drift over the area and vow that it will be done. Only then do I allow my eyes to go to her ass.

Bree has an amazing ass. It curves out into this perfect bubble. It’s thick in all the right places, but fits her body completely. Each hand finds a cheek, and I squeeze. My eyes close as I imagine fucking her from behind, this luscious ass cushioning me each time I slam inside of her body. Christ almighty.

“Do you still want to know how Daddy punished you for wearing so little to school?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her body stretching, her voice sounding like she’s purring.

I yank her underwear down quickly. I expected shyness from Bree. Maybe it’s because she’s not facing me, or maybe she’s as worked up as I am, but she steps out of them, kicking them away eagerly.

My hands go back to massaging her ass, pulling the cheeks apart, and looking at the virgin entrance there. I’m taking that someday too. There won’t be a part of Bree that I don’t own. I lean over her, and my dick immediately pushes against her soaked pussy. I shudder as her juice coats my cock. Holy hell she’s so wet. It takes all I have not to push inside of her and take her cherry now. I can’t do that. I want to see her face the first time my cock is inside of her. I want this time to be different from any other I’ve ever had with a woman. My fingers slide into her hair again, unable to stop myself. I twist them in those long locks, forcing her head back. I find her ear, biting into it. Immediately her body spasms in response. Why does everything about her and the way she reacts make me feel like a fucking king?

“I pushed you up against a school bus and spanked that sweet ass until it was red with my hand print,” I growl, slapping her ass now, like I have in that fucking dream so many damned times before.

“Jax…”

“That’s not the words you were crying out, Bree,” I tell her, connecting with her ass again. My eyes are drawn to the handprint I’m leaving behind each time. Delicious.

“Jax!” She cries out again, her ass bucking back into me, when I pause before the next one. She needs this almost as much as I do.

“What were you crying out, Bree? Tell me,” I urge her, knowing she will understand. She doesn’t fail me.

“Daddy,” she huffs out, her breathing hard and erratic. “Oh God, I was begging you. Spank me harder, Daddy,” she whimpers, her entire body moving, as she tries to grind without anything for that sweet pussy to cling to. She’s going to go up in flames when I finally get inside her. “Jax…I need to come,” she whimpers. “Daddy, please let me come,” she adds as her body trembles beneath me.