“I’m close, babe, real close,” I pant out.
She pulls me to her and grabs my lips with hers. Out tongues tease and taunt each other as I piston into her. Hard. Savage. All-consuming. I pull all the way out, and when I jackhammer back in, my cock explodes. Swear to fuck, my vision blurs, my legs weaken, and I go with the flow of our bodies.
Sweaty. Pounding. And sated.
I lie on top of her for a few seconds, unable to move, hardly able to breathe. I’m way too heavy for her, but I don’t wanna lose the connection, so I roll over, keeping her on top, keeping my cock firmly wedged in her heat.
She slowly grinds her hips against mine, and the friction is sweet pain. She moves faster, then places her palms on my chest, grinning down at me as she rides me to another high. Her tits are bouncing, and when she lowers herself to my waiting mouth, I drag her nipple between my teeth. A deep moan creeps up the back of her throat. I switch to the other one, and her hips movefaster until I grab her ass, holding on for another brain-bending orgasm.
She collapses against me. I push away her hair and kiss her neck, then work my way up to her lips. Giving a woman multiple orgasms is the usual, but having absolutely no recovery time and shooting my load just as hard is new. Plain fact: I fuckin’ can’t get enough of this woman.
I don’t know how long I lay with her wrapped around me, but when she shifts, I miss the heat of her body. Reaching down, I dispose of the condom, and thank fuck it’s still in one piece.
She smiles down at me. A smile that says I’m either gonna love or hate what she’s about to do. Two seconds later, she shifts, kisses my lips, then slides her magnificent body down over my chest, over my abs, until she’s eye level with my cock.
And, yeah, that smile means I’m gonna fuckin’ love what she’s about to do.
When her warm, wet mouth covers my dick, little shockwaves travel from my gut all the way up my spine. It’s so good, way too good for an outlaw like me.
She sucks and licks my tip clean while her hand pumps me at the root. Fuckin’ blew apart two minutes ago, and hell yeah, I’m about to blow my load again. I have no fuckin’ idea what this woman does to me, but I want it, and I want it all the time.
She releases me with a pop and grins up at me, her lips wet, plump, and glistening. “Love the taste of both of us on your cock.” When she swallows me whole again, my eyes cross, and my back arches off the bed.
“Ohhhh, fuck. I’mma blow, babe.”
She doesn’t stop or let up, and when I come, she sucks and swallows like I’m the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted.
She crawls up next to me and nestles into my side. My arm automatically wraps around her, and it just feels right. No explanation, no reasons, just right.
After a few minutes, she leans up on my chest. “Are you ready to tell me about those scars on your back?”
I don’t answer at first, and I know if I never answer, she won’t push me, but something about her tells me I can trust her with the truth or at least half the truth.
“My father was a bastard with a vicious temper.”
“He did this to you?”
I nod.
“Those scars aren’t just from one time.”
“No, they’re not.” My throat closes, and my heart jacks up. Same reaction I always get when I think about the bastard. Not from pain, but from anger. A deep burning, blinding anger making me want to rip apart and destroy anything in my path.
“And your mother? She didn’t try to help you?”
I lean up and grab her lips with mine. “Enough talking,” I whisper against her lips. “I got a much better idea.” I pull her over me until I’ve got my cock notched between her thighs.
Her face sobers. She knows what I’m doing, and maybe because of her past, she knows when to let shit go.
This time is slow and sweet. As my dick slips into her, she gyrates her hips, keeping a steady, slow pace. Almost like she knows she’s healing me from the inside out. I grip her ass, and we both come at the same time. I hold her tight to me, still nestled in her heat, her warm body draped over me, a peaceful sensation hovering just out of reach.
My eyes slide shut, and even with all the bullshit earlier tonight, I feel positive for the first time in maybe forever. Sure, the old days with the Kings were great. Partying, getting high, sleeping till noon, then rinse and repeat, but this isn’t the old days, and I’m not that same guy anymore. Prison changed me in ways I probably still don’t fully realize, but all I know is I’m not the person who went in five years ago.
I walked out of prison with nothing left to lose, but now, I want a future. I want something to hold on to, something to call my own. My first priority centers around getting the club standing on solid ground, with no predators, bullshit, or distractions because I will never let what happened before happen now.
Chapter Twenty
SAMMIE
