“Push your tits together, Melodie. Make them nice and tight for me.”
I do as he says, hot liquid pooling in my belly again at his words. God, I can’t imagine coming again, but I’m impossibly turned on right now. He straddles me and strokes his cock once, twice, and then shoves his length in between my breasts.
I open my mouth and suck the head of his cock each time he thrusts forward.
“Shit, Melodie, you like that? Like when I fuck your big tits?”
“Ahhh, yes,” I manage to moan.
“Me too. I’m so fucking close already. Squeeze your tits, Melodie. Pinch your nipples. Do it now, love.”
I do as he says, playing with my breasts as he glides in and out of me. My thighs start trembling and I don’t understand how I can be on the edge of an orgasm after coming so many times already. And yet…
“Oh! Oh God, Rogue…ohmygod…”
I squeeze my thighs together again and again, clenching my pussy to try and find some relief. When I pinch my nipples, an unexpected orgasm rolls through my body, causing me to arch my back and dig my fingers into my tits.
“Jesus, Melodie, are you coming right now?”
I cry out, unable to answer him in words.
He grunts and pulls out, still straddling me, and strokes his cock twice before shooting hot cum all over my chest. I almost cum again just thinking about how dirty and primal it is. He's marked me.
Every cell in my body throbs as I continue to shake from my powerful orgasm. Rogue flops down on the bed next to me with his eyes closed, panting and sweating.
We lay next to each other on our backs, both coming down from the intense high we just experienced.
Finally, Rogue breaks the silence.
“That was incredible. So fucking hot. Jesus.” He turns his head to look at me. Reaching out, he traces along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “So beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself than to me.
Rogue pulls me into his side and arranges us so my arm is flung over his chest and my head is resting on his muscled arm beneath me.
“I’m going to get you all messy,” I say, referring to the cum he sprayed all over me.
“Don’t care. Need to hold you, angel.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Besides, that just means we need to shower, right?” I feel his smile against my skin.
“Mmhm. That sounds lovely. But I need to recover first. I don’t think I can stand.”
“Then I definitely did my job right.”
9
ROGUE
I’m leaning against the porch railing, the cold evening air biting at my skin, but I barely feel it. My focus is on the gravelly voice crackling through my cell phone.
"Vance tried to trade information for a lighter sentence," Prez says, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. "The DA laughed in his face. Between the ledgers Shadow pulled and the testimony from the girls at the auction, he’s looking at three life sentences. Minimum."
"And the Sons?" I ask, my knuckles whitening around the phone.
"Disbanded. The ones who didn't end up in a body bag are officially stripped of their patches and rotting in county jail. The feds moved in this morning to seize their clubhouse. It’s a scorched earth policy, Rogue. Just like you wanted."
I let out a long, jagged breath, the last of the tension that’s been sitting in my gut for months finally dissipating into the night air. "Good. I want him to rot. I want him to wake up every morning in a concrete box remembering exactly why he's there."
"He will. You did good. Go back to your girl. We’ll talk about the run schedule tomorrow."
I’m about to reply, to tell him I’ll be at the clubhouse by noon, when the screen door behind me creaks open. I don’t even have to turn around to know it’s her. The air suddenly smells sweeter, warmer.
