Authors: Jenika Snow
“Fucking
hell, Callie.”
His massive chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing. The sting of
pain from his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh had her pleasure
increasing. “I am going to tear you up.” He spoke filthy, dirty, and it all
turned her on. He certainly had showed her exactly what he was made of, but she
wanted so much more. “You want that, don’t you? You want me fucking you so damn
hard you won’t be able to sit for a week, so that you know who you belong to.”
“God.
Lucien
.” The air left her. Did he
actually expect her to answer? A tingling sensation traveled throughout her
whole body at his sandpaper sounding voice. The corded muscle and tendons that
were laced and bulging right underneath his flesh had the urge to lick and nip
his skin consuming her.
The
thick crest of his shaft pressed against the entrance of her pussy, and he held
her gaze for a suspended moment before slamming into her with so much force she
slid up the bed. A shocked cry left her when he bottomed out inside of her.
Eyes wide and tears of agony and ecstasy slipping out of the corner of her
eyes, she moaned for more.
“Look
at me.” Lucien’s voice was deep and hard as he issued the command. When she did
as he said everything around her faded until there was only this one moment in
time. He hovered above her, his upper body blocking out the moonlight that spilled
through the window. “I want you to watch while I slam my cock into your tight
little pussy.”
Callie
lifted up and braced herself on her elbows. He slowly pulled out of her, and
she watched as his length became visible inch after huge inch. His thickness
was glossy from her wetness, and right when she thought he would torment her
with just the tip lodged in her entrance, he thrust back into her. Arms shaking
and breath leaving her in uneven gasps, Callie knew she couldn’t hold out much
longer. She needed to come … again.
****
Lucien
watched his dick slide in and out of Callie’s tight pussy. He wanted to go slow
with her, make love to her and show her that she meant so much to him. But
right now he was this fucking animal, needing her like a fiend. He didn’t make
love to her, no, he couldn’t. He needed her like an addict, and it seemed she
wanted him just as fiercely, too. Her flesh was pink and wet, swollen and
gripped him like an iron-fist. Never had he wanted to be with a woman as badly
as he did her, and it wasn’t just about the sex, which was incredible. It was
just being with
her
.
The
slickness of her pussy and the suctioning warmth that surrounded him had his
orgasm rushing precariously close to the surface. He pushed into her and pulled
back out. Her luscious thighs had him imagining himself with his face buried
between them, and her long dark hair had him picturing it fisted in his hand.
Dipping his head to her hip he removed his hand and ran his tongue around her
skin. Her moans were soft and breathy, and he worked his hips against hers. It
was taking all of his strength to hold off the inevitable. He let his eyes
travel up her rounded belly, the kind he absolutely loved, and to her large
breasts. He had always been more of an ass-man, and boy, did she have one
killer ass, but her tits were something of beauty. His pumping hips caused the
globes to bounce up and down, and her nipples were tight, pink tips. His mouth
watered for a taste, but at the moment he couldn’t move as he became
immobilized when she lifted her hips and met his thrusts.
He
placed his hand back on her waist, and he dug his nails deeper into her smooth
body. She arched her back when the head of his shaft scraped along her G-Spot.
God, he could feel that engorged little bundle of tissue. He couldn’t hold off
from coming any longer. He needed this, needed to be with her in this way and
fill her with his seed.
“Your
cunt is all pink, wet, perfection,
baby
. Sucking at my
dick like you’re hungry for
my cum
.” He was speaking
so dirty to her, so raunchy that he should be ashamed. She as innocent in every
way, and he was being a dirty fucking bastard.
His
cock stretched her wide, and her inner muscles clenched around his girth. Arms
and legs numb, he felt his orgasm move up his spine. She came for a third time,
her pussy convulsing around his cock.
“That’s
it. Milk my fucking dick, Callie baby.” Over and over he slid in and out of
her, prolonging the intensity of their climaxes until she was thrashing her
head on the bed. Her clit swelled with each down stroke he made, and when his
thrusting increased even more she cried out. “Shit. I could fuck you all night
long and never get enough.” His sweat dripped onto her bouncing breasts, mixing
with her own and sliding along her skin.
Once,
twice, and on the third thrust he buried his erection so far in her that his
balls slapped against her ass. He came and came even more, his body strained
tight from the pleasure, and his cock twitching in her pussy as he emptied
himself into her.
“
God
,
baby.”
His whole body shook, and although his orgasm was quite possibly
the longest one in history, he never stopped slowly thrusting inside of her.
With one final groan he stilled.
He
pulled out of her, but when he went to get off the bed she pulled him toward
her.
“Just
hold me, Lucien. I don’t care about the sweat or anything else. I just want you
to hold me.”
He
smiled and moved back onto the bed, pulled her close to his body, and kissed
her on the forehead. She lifted her hand and brushed away his sweaty hair. He
craved her touch, craved her presence. She trusted him, and he fucking loved
that. He reached between their bodies and ran his finger along her pussy hole.
He felt their combined fluids seep out of her, but he pushed his finger back
into her, not letting any of his cum leave her. Lucien wanted her filled with
his seed, and that it was so far up inside of her that she’d be feeling the
wetness of it come out of her tight little body for the next day.
She
gasped, grabbed his wrist with a hand, but didn’t pull his finger out of her.
In fact, she pushed it in another inch. He growled out low, dipped his mouth
toward her neck, and sucked at her flesh.
“I
don’t know what I did to earn a gift like you, Callie.”
“Lucien—”
“No,
baby, please let me say this.” He kissed her again. “I’ve done a lot of fucked
up shit in my life, hurt people, stolen and maimed, and just been an all around
bastard, but when I look at you I feel like there is still good things in this
world. What I feel for you borders on insane and possessive, but they are
genuine emotions,
real
emotions, and
I can swear to you that you will always be a priority to me.”
She
smiled, and he rested his forehead against hers.
“It
has always been my club that was important to me. I have a family outside of
the MC, obviously, but when it comes to loyalty, they have always had my back,
always been there for me. But now I have you in my life, and I will never let
you go.”
“I’m
not going anywhere, Lucien.”
“I
want you to have a life, a future, and going to school is a right step in that
direction. I will always be here for you. I don’t want you to ever worry about
anything,” he said softly.
She
kissed him softly and rested her forehead on his chest. He held her head to him
with a hand to the back of her head, and inhaled deeply. “You’re mine, and I am
yours.
Forever.
Irrevocably.
Always.”
He stared in her eyes, making her see that he meant
every damn word. “I meant it when I said you are mine, and there isn’t anything
on this planet that will ever take you away from me.”
****
Cain
sat on his Harley, took a hit off his smoke, and stared at the small house
about an hour outside of River Run. He had spent a hell of a lot of time in
prison, but he had finally rectified the situation, finished taking out the man
that had hurt his daughter, and now he could move forward. There was movement
behind the curtain, and his heart picked up pace. The one woman that had helped
him through this entire process, never let up on giving him support, and had
been the one to keep him updated on the motherfucker that he had just buried in
the ground, was only a few feet away.
Violet
Wings.
Her
name was gentle, whimsical even, but the woman that he had know for longer than
he could even remember, wasn’t just the person who had given him the location
of the asshole he had wasted, but the one woman that he shouldn’t want because
of who she was.
You shouldn’t be here, just watching her
like a fucking stalker, waiting to get a glimpse of her.
He
took one more inhale from his cigarette and snubbed it out on the heel of his
boot before flicking it aside. Yeah, he should leave, but he couldn’t. Serving nine
out of the sixteen years he was sentenced hadn’t taught him anything aside from
exacting his vengeance when he got out. His brothers had been there for him the
entire time, as was his daughter. But it was Violet that had kept writing him
despite the fact he told her to forget about him, to move on with her life, and
put all of this shit behind her. She wasn’t just the woman that his daughter had
been best friends with while growing up, she was also a victim of that sadistic
bastard he had had the pleasure of killing.
He
had never told anyone that Violet had been hurt by that asshole. He hadn’t told
his club, and not even his daughter. Violet had told him in confidence, kept
that shit inside of her for years after the fact, and he had taken pleasure in
ending that bastard’s life for his little girl and the woman that he had grown
to care about more than he should.
Getting
off of his bike, walking toward her front door, and knowing he shouldn’t be
doing this couldn’t have stopped him. He had only seen her once, years after
they had started talking on the phone and in letters, and that was when she had
come to the prison. That had been the only time because he had told her not to
come back, that the shithole he was living in for all those years was not a
place he wanted her to be at. And she had listened, thank fuck, because the men
that lived in the prison were not good. Cain wasn’t good, never was, and would
resort to things to make his point known, or to protect what was his. He was
dangerous, violent, and that was just who he was, who he would always be.
He
found himself standing in front of her door, his hand curled into a fist to
knock on the scarred wood, but before he could do that the front door opened
and there she stood. Her dark hair was in a braid over her shoulder, and her
bright green eyes were wide as she watched him with a mixture of emotion.
Fuck,
this was wrong for him to be here.
“I
wondered if you were going to come to me when you got out,” she said softly.
He
cleared his throat, not sure what to say.
“I
stayed away, knowing that was what you wanted.” She glanced down, and when she
lifted just her gaze to his, Cain’s fucking heart stopped in his chest.
“I
wasn’t going to come here, was going to stay away because your life is better
off without me in it.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. The last few months had
been a whirlwind of him taking care of business, and deciding what he was going
to do next.
“I’m
glad you came, Cain.” She smiled softly, looking down again. When she stepped
aside, letting him in, he cursed himself for taking that first step forward.
That was the beginning of the end, because what Violet didn’t know, shit, what
no one knew, was that he fucking cared about her. He
loved
her, had loved her for years even though he was a bastard and
didn’t deserve to feel such an emotion. She was his daughter’s best friend, had
been raped by the man that had tried to do the same thing to his baby girl, and
was twenty years younger than he was. He was going to ruin her life with his
toxicity. But fuck, he couldn’t stop himself or his feelings, and only saw them
getting more intense now that she was here with him in the flesh, and they didn’t
have plastic or phones separating them.
Epilogue
One Year Later
The
house was insane with all the activity, and it was only going to get even more
hectic as everyone continued to come over. Callie had come home for
Thanksgiving, and she was currently holding her baby brother. Marcus was only a
few months old, and he already had bright blue eyes like she shared with her
father, and a thatch of black hair. He
slept,
the
bottle Callie currently held in his mouth now empty. She pulled it away, wiped
his little lips, and lifted him over her shoulder to gently pat his back.
The
guys from the club were already at Kink and Cookie’s house. The noise was
pretty loud, but Marcus was sleeping through it all. Cookie poked her head
around the corner, her nose dotted with flour from the pie she was baking, and
her smile wide.
“
You holding
up?”
“You
kidding?
I’m a champ at this. It almost makes me want
to have one of my own,” Callie teased softly and smiled.