Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(87)
“Yes. Jax! Oh God,” she whispers and the need in her voice is like barbed wire wrapping around me, cutting into my skin and leaving me defenseless.
I spank her ass in one swift slap, knowing the chill from the winter air and the heat of my touch is giving her a cold burn. “What is it baby?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. I snap the thin band of her thong, pushing the flimsy material out of the way, my fingers instantly find her pussy. Hot, wet, throbbing desire hits my fingers at first touch. “You’re so wet, you little fucking tease. Were you wet when you were in class?” I demand, allowing the fantasy to take over as I thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Yes! I needed to come so bad. I even touched myself under the desk, wishing it was you touching me.” Jesus Christ.
“I’m going to fuck you out here where anyone can see us, Bree and you’re going to give me this pussy aren’t you?”
“Yes! It’s all yours…Daddy.” If it’s possible for your brain to turn to mush in an instant, I’m there. My entire body feels like a livewire. I groan, taking my dick out. I’m so damned hard it’s hard to get the zipper down. She’s killing me. I wish like fuck I could last longer, but there’s no way, and if someone else saw her like this I’d have to kill them. So, quick, hard, and fast it is.
I slide my cock against her pussy, the sweet juice there coating me, feeling so fucking good that I almost come right then. I use my hand to help guide the head right against her clit, sliding against it with pressure. I can feel her muscles tighten, trying to ride me and then spasm around my shaft. It feels so fucking good I mourn once again that there’s no time to enjoy it.
“Brace yourself on the bus, baby girl. This is going to be hard and fast. I can’t hold back,” I warn her. I hear her hands slap against the bus at the exact moment I thrust home. She takes every inch of my dick, as I sink balls deep inside of her. For a minute, all I can do is stay deep inside of her and groan as her pussy welcomes me home. Mine first and motherfucking last. No one else will get this from her. I’d kill them first.
I grab her sides and then begin pulling out. I don’t even manage half a stroke before I’m slamming back inside of her. She’s right there with me though. Thrusting back against me and begging for more. Over and over I pound her body, too far gone to speak, too far gone for any of the words that I should give her. The only thing on my brain is one word and it’s repeated over and over with each thrust.
Mine.
Her orgasm rips through her as she takes my cock. Her entire body tightening and then combusting with pleasure. She does her best to take me with her. I can’t let her though. Not until she’s finished. Not until she’s endured all of the pleasure I can give her.
“Jax,” she moans so loud it echoes around us. “Oh God, oh God, oh God. It’s so good. It’s never been so good,” she whimpers and she’s right. So fucking right. I keep stroking, following the signs of her body and slowing down as she rides out the last waves. The minute I can, I pull out of her and she cries out, begging me to come back inside of her.
“You stand right there and don’t move,” I growl, nothing gentle left inside of me. I hold the back of her tiny-as-fuck skirt up, exposing her ass. Then I use my free hand to stroke my cock. It doesn’t take but two strokes, I’m that far gone. I aim as my cum jets across her ass, painting her with it. Painting her with my seed.
“Mine!” I growl as I come so hard my balls hurt.
“I’m all yours,” she whispers. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”
I kiss the back of her neck in reward, not bothering to put my dick up because my hand is too busy rubbing my cum into her sweet ass.
“I need to get you in the car before you get cold,” I whisper against her skin, wishing we could stay just like this.
“Take me home, Jax and love me” she tells me, her tone soft, dreamy. I reach down and zip up my still hard cock before grabbing her diploma and coat, and then I pull her up in my arms carrying her to the car.
“Always baby. Always,” I tell her and that’s a vow. There will never be a time when I won’t love Bree.
She’s my world.
Epilogue
Jax
One Year Later
I come awake with a start. I lie there for a minute trying to determine exactly what it was that disturbed me. I reach over to pull Bree into me, my arms are way too empty. I rise up when I discover she’s not there. My eyes search around the room immediately, my heart rate accelerating. Everything settles back into place and calmness hits me when I see her in the pale light from the lamp on the dresser. She’s in the corner of the room where we set up the baby’s crib. Next week we move into our new home where the baby will have her own room. Bree has spent months making sure everything is perfect; doing the room in a mixture of daisies in pinks, whites, yellows, and greens.