CHAPTER FIFTEEN
–LUELLA –
A few days ago, I felt lost and detached from the world I grew up in.Out of instinct it led me back to the man who gave me a single night of unlimited pleasure.Maybe even then it was the guidance I needed.A chance.A much-needed break.A safety net for the new life inside of me.
Macsen stood up for me, claimed me as his, without knowing I was pregnant.The feel of his lips against mine, along with the sparks his touch ignite inside my body, pull me further under his spell.A magic switch only he can flip that grants a pause on life to enjoy only the here and now with him.
My eyes fall shut and I sink into our kiss, feverishly running my hands over his lean chest and tugging at the material.I want to feel his naked skin.Every ridge of inked muscle.
“This needs off,” I grumble against his lips.
“Yes,” he huskily rumbles and pulls back to slide off his cut.
He throws the leather vest over a chair in the corner and strips away his shirt.My mouth waters at the sight of his ripped chest.Skin to skin is what I crave, and I’m at a point in my life where I’m allowed to be selfish.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull the fabric off over my head.My bra is next and I quickly shimmy out of my combat pants and curse when I have to unlace my boots.Finally, I kick them off and the pants along with it.Turning to face Macsen, I notice he’s still wearing his pants.
“Why aren’t you naked?”I don’t want to sound desperate, but I really want to feel him inside me.
“On the bed, spread your legs.”His voice is hoarse.Licking his bottom lip he adds, “Need to taste your sweet pussy and if I unleash my cock, I’d be inside you with my next breath.I want that too, but I need to fuck you with my tongue before I let your sweet pussy squeeze the cum from my cock.”
All righty then.He doesn’t have to tell me twice.I crawl up the bed and spread my legs wide.No shame whatsoever.This man has seen and licked every inch of me and has been there when I needed him most in my life.Without asking anything, except for a kiss as payment, in return.
A hungry look washes over his face as he inches closer and settles himself between my legs.Our eyes stay locked on one another as his mouth lowers down to my pussy.My chest rises and falls, and I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, my body tight as a bow, knowing what’s coming when he covers my clit and sucks.
A moan rips from me, and I tip my head back, slam my arms wide on the mattress and grip the sheets.Pleasure.This kind of pleasure has been lacking in my life and there is no turning back now.
And to be honest?I don’t freaking want to.I know I can be happy where I am right now.
His tongue teases my clit and he keeps sucking, lapping, nibbling.I grind myself against him and surge up to prop myself on my elbows and stare down at the man’s face between my legs.
There’s something very erotic in watching a man devour you.Licking my slit with his eyes closed.A moan rumbles through him and I feel the vibrations of it against my pussy.When his gaze hits mine there’s a hungry fire burning deep.
I’ve tortured many men and know the difference between an honest look, pain, pleasure, relief, fear, you name it and I know exactly what face goes with it.Macsen’s expression?Lust, longing, hunger, adoration.Everything is knitted into a string of emotions all on display for me.
It’s overwhelming.I let myself drop back down and reach for Macsen’s head with both my hands.I grind myself against his mouth, riding his tongue and already feeling the pending orgasm within reach.
The air in my lungs is used to moan his name when he enters me with two thick fingers.The combination of his tongue, the teasing of my clit, pumping in and out of my pussy while another finger is rimming my ass takes me into a pool of bliss, pulling me down to drown me in pleasure.
My body shakes, lungs burning, labored breathing, heart racing.I collapse and throw an arm over my eyes to surrender to the limp noodle status Macsen put my body in.I shiver when he lazily licks from ass to clit and finally crawls up my body.
His warm breath caresses my lips when he says, “Let’s vow to one another to keep a bond no other person can see or break.No matter the shit we face, separately or together, we hold strong.”
I slide my arm away from my face and love the fierce stare of his blue eyes.
“Getting tested, tortured, or bleeding half to death.The loyalty between us is solid,” I vow.
“Fuck,” he croaks.“I was ready to go to war for you, even take on my club brothers.They had to put me in my place to show me I had to stay rational.It fucking wreaked havoc inside my body.I had to step back and take the club’s side to have you enter my world clean and officially.”
