Taking Meghan: Disciples 5

by Sweet, Izzy

  “Goddamn,” he hisses, releasing the breath he sucked in. “You should have never walked into this bathroom…”

  Still gripping the tattered remains of the dress in his fists, he yanks it down my arms, letting it fall to the bottom of the tub.

  “Gabriel—” I start to protest but he cuts me off with another kiss.

  Using his mouth to push me back into that foggy place of pleasure and confusion.

  Once I begin to melt against the tile, he nips at my bottom lip.

  “For better or for worse,” he murmurs, then he begins to work his way down my neck.

  A coiled weakness blooms in my veins as he kisses and suckles on the tender skin of my throat.

  This is wrong in so many ways, but the way he’s kissing me, as if he’s worshipping me with his mouth, makes it feel too right.

  “For richer and richer,” he breathes against my collarbone as he drifts down, his stubble scraping across my skin.

  I blink. “I don’t think that’s how it—”

  He presses his thumb against my lips. “Shush. Be quiet while I prove my utter devotion.”

  I consider biting his thumb, but then he decides to skip the rest of me, and his mouth suddenly covers my left breast.

  A deep, bassy sound rumbles in his throat as he pulls back a hard suckle.

  On their own accord, my hands go to the back of his head. But they don’t push him away, they pull him closer.

  His big, calloused hand covers my right breast and he squeezes, molding me between his fingers as I arch against the wall.

  With every pull on my nipple it feels like he’s tugging on a cord that’s connected directly to my clit, lighting my entire body on fire.

  “In safety,” he groans and moves to my right breast, his tongue swiping across me before he suckles. “And in peril.”

  Again, I don’t think those are quite the right vows, but all that comes out of my mouth is a low moan. The last thing I want to do right now is stop him.

  He’s making me feel so good…

  Releasing my nipple with a wet sound, he begins to nibble and kiss his way down my stomach.

  “In madness and sanity,” he groans, his tongue briefly dipping into my belly button.

  I jolt from the strange sensation and one of his big hands wraps around my hip, holding me still.

  Lower he nibbles, and when it finally registers in my lust-fogged brain what he intends to do, I try to twist my hips out of his hold.

  His fingers dig into my hipbones, the strength in that one hand enough to keep me from moving.

  With a snarl, he rips my wet panties down my legs, peeling them away from my throbbing sex.

  I shove at his shoulders, but it’s not enough to stop him from pushing his head between my thighs.

  “Mine to fuck and devour,” he groans, his hot breath sending shivers up my spine.

  Without any warning or buildup, his mouth covers my pussy, his tongue attacking my clit.

  There’s no gentle teasing or time to prepare myself.

  No time to take a breath.

  There’s just immediate mind-breaking sensation.

  Shoving at his shoulders again, I rise onto the very tip of my toes, trying to escape him.

  But he’s relentless in his pursuit.

  Hands grabbing me by the back of my knees, he spreads me open wider, forcing me to completely rely on him to stay upright.

  “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans between strong laps that push me to the edge of madness. “I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy in all my life…”

  The pressure inside me builds at a rate that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.

  Grabbing him by the back of the head, I tug, desperately trying to free myself from his mouth.

  “Gabriel, it’s too much… you have to stop…” I plead.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never felt anything this damn intense.

  So much is expanding inside me, my body can’t contain it, and I swear my heart is going to explode inside my chest.

  He growls, and instead of slowing down or stopping, his mouth works me over with a new ferocity.

  Fingers digging into my flesh, he works his tongue against me so fiercely it feels like he’s shoving me up the wall with it.

  Higher and higher he pushes me until I can no longer fight this thing growing inside me.

  “Gabriel… please…” I plead one last time.

  Mercy. I need mercy.

  He pauses for only a second, just long enough to command, “Come for me, Meghan.”

  Then he sucks on my clit hard.

  I shatter, everything that holds me together, everything that makes me me, breaking apart.

  “That’s it, Meghan… You’re such a good girl,” he groans with pleasure as I cry out and come all over his hungry mouth.

  So much pleasure flows through me I swear it’s pouring out of me.

  And his tongue is there, lapping, licking, and sucking me up.

  He continues to work his mouth against me, swallowing up all my broken pieces, until every ounce of pleasure inside me has been wrung out of bones.

  When I finally sag in his arms, his fingers squeeze around my thighs one last time and he breaks away.

  Sliding up me, he settles my trembling thighs around his waist, then grabs me by the face.

  “Look at you…” he says, his bright eyes searing into me. “So fucking beautiful… so fucking mine…”

  He kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, forcing me to taste my own pleasure. My own defeat.

  And it’s sweet… so sweet…

  His kiss lulls me into a false sense of security. Believing he’s gotten everything that he wanted out of me, I drape my arms around his neck and kiss him back.

  Then something hot and hard pushes through my folds.

  I immediately stiffen against him, my mouth going slack.

  Stealing one last suckle from my lips, he says, “Mine forever.”

  Hand still curved around my jaw, I can’t look away. I can’t look anywhere but at his eyes as he begins to ease his cock inside me.

  And he’s big… too big.

  I don’t think the fucker is going to fit.

  My thighs tense around his waist, my body instinctively fighting his invasion.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he rasps, his eyes momentarily filling with weakness.

  And for a heartbeat I’m lost in that weakness, feeling it as if it were my own.

  But as he continues to push himself inside me, my walls straining despite how wet I am, I fear he’s going to split me in half.

  “Gabriel, stop. I don’t think this is going to work,” I groan as my body struggles to accept him.

  It’s been so long since I’ve had sex… it’s been more than a year… and I was never with anyone this big.

  That bit of weakness in his steady gaze fades away, replaced by steel and determination. “I know you can take it.”

  I start to shake my head, but his grip quickly puts an end to it.

  His voice is a husky mixture of encouragement and surety as he says, “You can handle me, Meghan.”

  Can I? Can I handle him? I wonder desperately as he continues to push and push himself inside me.

  It’s not only his size that worries me, but what he can potentially do to me if I let him inside. Will I ever be able to get him out after this? Will I be able to walk away?

  Jaw clenching, his eyes flash with challenge. “Don’t tell me the woman who put a gun to my chest… the woman who stormed in here and put a knife to my heart… can’t take a little cock.”

  I suck in a shaky breath.

  Oh, hell no, he didn’t…

  I’m not weak, and I sure as hell won’t let him unwoman me.

  “It’s not little,” I grit out in my defense.

  “Damn right, it’s not,” he says with a cocky grin and gives another push.

  At first, I want to fight him, and even stiffen in pure refle
x, but then I force myself to relax.

  I take a deep breath in and out, willing my body to accept him.

  I can do this. Just like he said, it’s only a little cock… It doesn’t mean more than that.

  “Yes… that’s it,” he groans as he sinks in another inch.

  His hot length spreading me open.

  Already, with so little of him inside me, I feel so full. Too full.

  Pushing and pushing, he eases in another inch.

  There’s so much of him… I swear I can feel every vein, every little ridge of his cock as he stretches me until I feel like I might burst.

  Groaning, he reaches down and grabs me by the hips, holding me firmly.

  Voice strained, he orders, “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

  I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure I have the room inside me to give him…

  I start to tense up again in fear.

  Growing impatient, he snaps, “Stop fighting this, you can’t stop it.”

  Something inside me seems to snap and I obey his demand unconsciously.

  Seizing the opportunity, Gabriel thrusts forward.

  Fingers digging into his shoulders, I arch against the wall as he spears me with his thick shaft.

  Head dropping, he groans out, “Fuck,” against my throat. “You feel so fucking good.”

  Before I have time to come to terms with what just happened, he drags his hips back and slams back into me again.

  Completely filling me up.

  There’s so much of him, I don’t know where he begins and I end.

  My thighs tighten around his waist, my body trying to pull him back as he pulls himself out.

  “You like that, baby? You like my big cock inside you...” he growls, his head lifting up.

  I open my mouth to reply, whatever I was going to say strangling into a moan as he pushes forward.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he grunts, his lips struggling to form that cocky smirk.

  In and out, he works his cock inside me. His movements becoming faster, harder. More desperate.

  It feels like only seconds pass before he’s slamming himself into me. The wet sounds of flesh sliding against flesh filling my ears as he grinds me into the wall.

  It’s too much after everything I’ve gone through. His size. His stare. His sheer fucking intensity.

  The way he looks like he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t push himself into me.

  Not to mention the way he’s angled so each stroke rubs against a deeply buried bundle of nerves.

  After experiencing one orgasm at the mercy of his mouth, my body is eager to experience another.

  Despite knowing somewhere deep inside my brain I’m giving in too easy, my muscles begin to lock up.

  “Fuck… Already?” he says in a tortured growl as the walls of my pussy ripple around his cock.

  I try to stop the pleasure gathering force inside me, try to hold it back.

  But as he angles his hips up and slams into me like he’s trying to fucking break me, my body wins the battle against my will.

  White flashes in front of my eyes as a warning, then I’m clamping down on him as everything built up inside me rushes out of me in a gush.

  “Shit… shit… shit…” Gabriel grunts, his rhythm jerking out of beat for a second.

  Then he begins pound into me with a new brutal determination.

  He’s thrusts into me so hard, so fast and furious, it’s not until he lets out a deafening roar that I realize he’s pumping me full of warmth.

  So much warmth.

  My ears ring as another of explosion of pleasure rips through me, and it’s not until I begin to float back down from the heavens that I realize what he roared.

  Until death do us part.

  With one last warm pulse of his cock, Gabriel stills.

  Panting, I stare at him in disbelief. Did that really just happen? It couldn’t have…

  As if he can sense all the shit going on in my head, his voice breaks through the sound of my panting, coming out as a raw growl. “I mean it. Until death do us part, Meghan. The only way you’re going to get rid of me is by killing me.”

  His cock suddenly twitches inside me and then he slowly rolls his hips.

  I gasp, my oversensitive nerves screaming in protest.

  He grins and begins to roll his hips deeper.

  I swear he hasn’t gone soft at all. No, he’s just as hard as when he started.

  “And if you want to go that route, I suggest skipping the guns and knives…”

  “Oh yeah?” I groan back, somehow pushing the words out as I struggle against the fire he’s trying stoke to life inside me. “How do you suggest I kill you then?”

  Eyes lighting up, his grin stretches wider. “I suggest trying to fuck me to death…”

  10

  Gabriel

  Pre-dawn light filters though the curtains directly on my closed eyes. I’ve been lying here awake for the past half hour, trying to determine exactly where my place is right now in the world. I’ve gotten married, tortured and killed men, and been released from prison in less than forty-eight hours.

  It’s been one hell of a week so far.

  Opening my eyes and looking at Meghan, my body feels that now familiar ache of desire and longing. We fucked in the shower, then again in the bed before we both collapsed well after the clock showed midnight. I’m not tired though, I’m awake and alive. I can feel the tiny cells in my body coming to life for the first time in a decade.

  I was dead in prison, I can’t deny that to myself. I was dead and mentally ready for the end. I’ve questioned how much longer I would have been able to hold out before I attacked the guards so badly they would have had no choice but to end my life sentence. I wouldn’t have killed myself directly, nah, that shits for the birds. No, I would have gone down doing what I do best.

  Causing destruction.

  Now all that shit’s out the fucking window.

  Meghan’s curled up next to me in a tiny little ball. She went to sleep with an arm draped across my chest, but when I woke this morning she was turned the opposite way, her ass pressed hard against my hip. I’ve been in those clingy fucking relationships where the girl has to be attached at the hip in bed.

  Fuck that noise.

  We need to be fucking comfortable. I don’t have a fucking worry in the world about us not being attached. I married her and flat-out claimed her on our wedding night. Ain’t nothing else going to break that apart.

  Fuck, even her trying to kill me didn’t stop my ass from claiming her.

  My hand slides over the gouge she made in my chest, right above the fucking heart. She definitely broke the skin last night. And I loved the fuck out of that shit. I want a woman who’s got that fucking killer instinct. I’m not into those fucking shrinking violets, or whatever the fuck they’re called.

  A small groan comes from Meghan as she slowly rolls to her back. “When did I get into a fucking car wreck?”

  Rolling to my side, I look at her delicate facial features scrunched up into a grimace.

  “Fuck, you don’t look so good, you alright?” I ask.

  “Welcome to the world of morning-after, asshole,” she whines as she rubs the palms of her hands against her eyes. “You should never marry someone if you don’t know what they look like in the morning.”

  “I didn’t mean in the looks department,” I say with a chuckle.

  My fingers trail lightly over her chin as I lean over to kiss her temple.

  Whimpering, she says, “Even that fucking hurts.”

  “Fuck,” I growl out. “Did he knock you around before the wedding?”

  I don’t see any bruises on her face, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t shaken or thrown around like a rag doll.

  “Not exactly,” she whispers, a small sound catching in her throat. “But the fucker drugged me, so I don’t really know.”

  Fucking dick-less, pile of shit. At least I make my women marry me drug-free. Not sure that’
s something I need to bring up now, though.

  “Fuck. Any idea what they put in you?” I ask.

  “No clue, they just made sure I was very compliant.” A line of moisture seeps down her cheek as she turns her head away from me. “I’m missing a lot of time.”

  Fuck. I knew the outline of it all, I suppose. With the way she fights for what she wants, there’s no way she would have married that sack of slime willingly. Which, I guess, is a good sign for me, even if she has tried to kill me twice.

  Fuck, the thought of her trying to kill me causes a stirring between my legs, my cock wanting to thicken. I want to find out if she’s still as tight as I remember from last night. The way her legs felt wrapped around my hips still leaves me without words to describe how damn good it felt.

  Her body is so much smaller than mine, but it fits so well. It’s like she was born just to be melded against my own body. She isn’t fragile by any means. She’s got the hips and breasts that are meant for a good hard pounding.

  Soft and tender lovemaking are going to happen… eventually. But until we get our fucking beasts under control, I’m going to love pounding the shit out of her.

  “Sorry, is there anything I can get for you?” I ask quietly.

  “No… yes? Maybe some Tylenol?”

  She turns her head to me look me in the eyes.

  “I’m going to have to leave the house for that,” I say. “This place is empty as can be. No food or anything. All we have are towels, sheets, blankets, plates, silverware, and cups. Not even the stuff to clean any of that shit with, though.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah. I’d say that you need to come with me…. But we don’t have any clothes for you, either. I’ve got what was in my bag but that’s about it.”

  She lays there for a long time, looking into my eyes.

  “Can I see your phone?” Meghan asks out of nowhere.

  “Huh?” I ask in confusion.

  “I’m hungry and I need panties. You fucking destroyed them last night,” she grumbles.

  “I don’t think the pizza places are open yet, Meghan,” I say as I roll toward the nightstand to grab my phone. “And how exactly are you going to get panties? I’m not letting some pizza boy buy them for you.”