by Nicole Snow
“Goddamn. Never had one of those things break like that before. We gotta go. Get you some shit at the pharmacy. We'll make this right.” He grabbed my hand.
“No.” I said it again, squeezing his fingers tight. “We can wait until morning. There's stuff that's good for twenty-four hours.”
His eyes narrowed. He looked at me like I'd lost my mind, but I saw his cock swelling out of the corner of my vision.
“Get back here and take me again. No condom. The damage is already done. Whatever happens...we'll deal with it. We'll be all right.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and threw my arms around him, running one hand down the nape of his neck. “You're all I need, Firefly. This is all I've needed, all I've been thinking about since the day you spanked me.”
“Fuck, babe, you know what you're asking for?”
“Yeah.” Slowly smiling, I licked my lips. “I'm asking you to fuck me harder next time. And don't you dare pull out.”
I stabbed my finger playfully into his chest. For a second, he stood paralyzed, like he'd lost the ability to comprehend what was coming out of my mouth.
Then there was nothing but the loudest growl I'd ever heard vibrating in my ears as he threw me down, spread my legs, and pushed into me.
7
Sunrise (Firefly)
Day's first sunlight seeped through the blinds, and I still had her under me.
The little minx didn't know what the fuck she'd gotten herself into after I tossed the busted condom, asking me to fuck her, fill her, pretending to knock her the fuck up without even saying it.
She whimpered as I held her feet up, gripping her sleek ankles with my hands. Perfect angle for going balls deep. I'd have every tight, wet inch of her. She'd get every damned millimeter of the only dick she'd ever be allowed to fuck.
Cora whined underneath me as I railed her harder. The girl was a natural at taking it good and hard. I'd corrupted her half the fuckin' evening, and my balls still needed to pump fire.
“Fifth goddamned load of the night,” I growled. “Shit, you're gonna milk me dry, woman, making up for lost time with that pussy of yours.”
She whimpered. Louder when I sank to the hilt, touching the entrance to her womb with my tip, hard as nails despite all the come I'd already pumped into her.
Lava churned at my cock's base. I'd keep fucking her 'til she gave up the ghost and passed the fuck out. She'd been insatiable so far, and I'd put everything I had into keeping up.
I'd been blessed with all the stamina in the world, dammit. I'd eat my fucking bike one piece at a time if I left a virgin wanting.
Another moan. I threw myself into her, plunging into that perfect heat surrounding my dick. Fuck, she felt good.
Good? Fuck, no. Amazing.
Lightning crackled my spine, tore through me, and pinched me like a fiend. I had to fuck her harder.
She took every thrust, good and open for me now that I'd loosened her up. Angry blood hammered in my dick, calling my cock deeper, deeper.
We fucked 'til I shook the bed, rattled my brain, her bones, the whole fuckin' room.
“Firefly!” she purred, the only word hanging on her lips when I had her in the zone.
I reared up and slapped her ass, ramming her onto my cock, loving how my balls slapped all over her ass. “That's the fuckin' name that owns you, darlin'. Say it again.”
“Firefly!” Her eyelids fluttered. She'd be over the edge soon.
Not fast enough. If she was still doing anything but screaming, I wasn't going hard enough.
Reaching underneath her ass, I pulled her up, rolled, and sat her right on my cock. I stood, picked her up, and fucked her in mid-air. Girl bounced in my arms as we stood over the bed, hotter and wilder by the fuckin' second.
Watched her pussy drip all over the place between my strokes. Fuck, fuck.
Her little cunt sucked, yanked, and stroked me all the way to my balls each time I drove deep. Christ, I wouldn't last like this. I had to finish, had to feel her pulling my come outta me.
I slowed my strokes, teasing her 'til her sweet blue eyes opened. “Put your hands around my neck and hold the fuck on tight. We're going to the goddamned moon.”
Maybe I should've said the sun. That sick motherfucker chose just then to come over the mountains, cut through the blinds, and burn my eyes.
Fuck if it stopped me. I walked her over to the nearest wall as she held on. Pushed her up against it, one hand on her ass, the other tugging those bright gold locks.
My dick thrust faster. Harder. I fucked her like the raging, snorting bull I'd become.
Hellbent on ruining her, rebuilding her, owning her.
She wailed so loud I knew the sorry fucks in the other apartment must've gotten a rude awakening. Thought made me grin, so I fucked her even harder.
A couple seconds in, and that tight velvet between her legs I was already addicted to convulsed around my cock. She lost her voice and sucked hard at the air, anything to keep her lungs going while I short-circuited her sweet bod.
I watched her come, rippling like sex incarnate on my dick. Everything I'd been imagining all night since she told me to drop the condom blazed through my head like a wet dream.
Couldn't stop thrusting. Couldn't stop fucking her. Couldn't shut down the fantasy of me spilling my come inside her, curling her toes as she took every drop, burying my kid inside her.
Fuck, fuck, mother of fuck!
I buried myself to the hilt and let my nut come. Every fucking part of me ached and boiled over. My face craned up to the ceiling and I growled hellfire, letting her pussy milk my balls, pouring everything I had into her.
My cock should've been dry by now, but her body jerked new ropes of come outta me.
Hot, wet pussy drenched every inch of me, hot as sin because I'd flooded it for the umpteenth time.
That's it, darlin'. Fuck me senseless.
Took a million years to come down from the high. Her tits were bouncing and I was about to rip her hair outta her head by the time it eased up.
When my eyeballs stopped clenching shut, I held my dick in her, loosening my grip. She leaned up for a kiss. I pulled her hair a little tighter before I smothered those lips.
Kissing this woman was all I could do to deal with how completely fucked I was. No bullshit, I'd meant every word I growled to her before.
This shit wasn't stopping tonight. I had to fuck her more. Over and over and over 'til I broke my fucking dick off.
I held her close, guided her to the bed, and lay her down. Held her flat against my chest, stroking that sexy blonde hair. Fuckin' loved how it caught the sun, changing from fifteen to twenty-four karat gold.
The girl zonked out in less than five minutes. I watched her slip into some sorely needed dreams, planting one more kiss on her forehead.
She'd need that beauty sleep. Cora suffered, worked her ass off, and her list of shit to deal with was only growing fatter and meaner by the day.
'Course, I'd added riding my dick to her daily routine, not to mention coming so hard those bright blue eyes snapped shut. That had to make up for the bad shit.
We'd shared two rooms since her old man's mistakes forced us both through the wringer.
Sharing the same space didn't do a damned thing anymore. I needed more. Staring up at the ceiling, I swore I'd keep her in my bed, and I didn't give a single shit what it took to make it happen.
She was mine, dammit, and nothing in this world would force me to let go.
Fucking phone started vibrating sometime just before noon. I rolled outta our empty bed and heard Cora showering before I grabbed it.
“Yeah?”
“Where the fuck are you, bro?” Sixty growled. “We're up to our asses in work today. Those old farts from Kingston brought their fancy play bikes in for a tune up. Good money. Could really use an extra hand out here.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your dick in your pants, brother. I'll be there soon.”
I hung up. After all the shit we'd been dealing
with lately, it was a small relief to be called in for grease and ratchets in the shop instead of throwing fists or bullets.
My stomach growled. Hungry as fuck after all the energy we'd burned last night, never stopping for dinner.
My cock still had a furious craving too. Damned thing throbbed as I stuffed it into my shorts, pulled up my jeans, and turned around.
Seeing Cora didn't help one fucking bit. Especially when she was bent over, digging in the closet, the towel wrapped around her waist drooping dangerously low.
Fucking shit. Took every fiber of discipline not to head on over, rip that thing off, and drag her back to bed.
“Morning,” I said, as soon a she saw me, holding a fresh set of work clothes. Those bare, beautiful tits I'd sucked all night hung on her chest, calling my lips like goddamned sirens.
“Thought I'd better let you sleep in just a few more minutes,” she said, flashing me the smile I wanted to wipe away, kiss by flaming kiss. “I'm normally up by now. Morning dove, you know. Consider yourself lucky that you might be the first thing helping me sleep in since...”
Her smile melted. I held up a finger and shook it like a club.
“Don't say it, babe. Just get dressed, and let's find ourselves some breakfast. Or lunch. Or what the fuck ever.”
My guts rumbled again. Shit. She heard the growl and laughed. Couldn't suppress the grin rolling across my face.
“Next time, remember to take a break and eat,” Cora said, pulling up her panties. “Wouldn't want you to starve because we were...you know.”
“Fucking?” Smiling, I stepped toward her, shirt and cut under my arm. “We've got work to do, baby girl. You're gonna learn to talk dirty. And you can shoot me square in the chest if you ever catch me chasing after a damned burger more than this pussy. I'd rather have your hot little cunt against my teeth than anything some fucker over a grill could ever serve...”
My arms went around her back, jerked her into me, and we kissed like vipers wrestling.
Fuck, she tasted good. My hand swung low, squeezed her ass, and then my fingers were down her panties. Had that shit ripped down in half a heart beat, feeling her wetness, fresh and clean and just begging to be fucked.
“No, no, no...” She pushed weakly against my chest. “We have to go to work, Firefly. It's going to be a long day. Oh, please, don't make this more difficult...”
“Difficult?” I growled. “You think it's gonna be easy on me? Shit, I'll probably put my fist through the fucking clock when I know I oughta be here in bed all day, holding your legs apart, making you come on my dick ten more times.”
“Ten?” Her eyes went wide. “I'd die! Surely, you're joking...”
“Try me, darlin'.” I winked. “You'll be glad as fuck you did.”
She laughed, and my ears rang happy. Goddamn, I could've listened to that sound all day, second only to how she sounded before her body gave it all up to me.
“Tonight. After you pick me up.” Cora motioned across her heart, crossing it like a kid.
“I'm gonna trust you on your word, babe. You oughta know by now I take promises very fucking seriously. And if these little lips ever mislead me, well, you know how that goes.” My hand circled behind her, rolling down the small of her back. Then I lifted it and let it crack firmly across her ass.
She squirmed against me, pushing her sweet, suckable tits flush against my chest.
Fucking tease. I love it.
“Firefly – I promise!” she squeaked, struggling in my arms. I laughed and held her tighter, lowering my face against her, 'til our foreheads touched like something outta a damned chick flick.
“All right, whatever. Give me one more kiss for collateral.”
She did. I tasted her as long as I could.
Long as I could stand before my cock ripped through my jeans was more like it, but fuck, I knew I had all the time in the world. I'd staked a claim, and I'd only drive it deeper, harder, and longer from here.
This little minx was gonna sing for me tonight. Then every fuckin' night we had.
No end in sight, and that should've freaked me out.
I'd just taken the first pussy I wanted to keep coming back to over and over. Not just because it felt like gold wrapped around my cock neither. Because I craved it, needed it, called it mine.
What the hell was going on?
Cora blew me another kiss when she got off my bike. We'd grabbed a quick breakfast at a diner before I dropped her at work.
Hard to believe the night we'd had after all the hell that had been raised at the Heel less than twenty-four hours ago.
I drove away with the mountain wind in my face, pulling off my helmet when my bike got on the home stretch. It was finally warming up. The Great Smoky Mountains were coming alive, pouring their green scent across the landscape like God himself holding a damned spritzer.
My lungs sucked in every drop. Couldn't stop smiling, wondering if there'd ever been a more glorious day.
These old lungs were gonna need every molecule of cool, clean air they could get, too. I'd be pulling double duty soon, fucking my girl as much as I could stand, on top of busting ass for the club.
Too bad the club had her claws in like a banshee as soon as I rolled into the chop shop we had just on the edge of town.
The boys were all there, their bikes parked in a neat row.
Weird, since it was normally just Sixty, Crawl, and me. Sometimes we invited the prospects and hangarounds to help with the grunt work if they had a mechanics' smarts, but today all the boys were there in the lot, including the guys who didn't know shit about digging deep in an engine's guts.
When I saw Prez's bike, I knew something stank to high hell. Fuck!
Parked my ride, climbed off it, and put my hand over my nine in its holster. I walked quietly, heading straight by the empty register, then through the deserted garage to the rear.
Walked in on the most tense shit I'd seen since the last time we were knife-to-knife with the Deads.
“You're making a big mistake, friend,” Dust growled, an angry half-moon of men wearing different patches around him on both sides.
“Fuck you, Dusty. Fuck. You.”
In the center, a big man with a scarred face and a huge, bushy ginger beard had the Prez up against the wall. Red Beard, leader of the Atlanta Torches. Motherfucker had a legendary temper, too, and it threatened my boss' life.
Didn't even hesitate to pull my gun and point it at the fucker's rotten skull. “Get the fuck off him!”
“Sharp.” Red Beard nodded at a lean, lantern-jawed bastard standing by his shoulder.
The asshole, who I saw was wearing a V. PRESIDENT patch, pushed his way through the crowd and aimed a big shotgun at my chest. “Put that popgun down,” he snarled.
“Not 'til your Prez gets the hell off mine.”
“Everybody relax!” Red Beard shouted. “Any of you Pistols fuckers punch your triggers in a single millimeter, it's gonna be a bloodbath, and we'll all lose our dicks.”
“Firefly, listen!” Dust looked at me, his angry gray eyes shining big and bright over Red Beard's shoulder. “It ain't worth it. Let it ride. Bad fucking timing.”
“You don't get to talk about timing, asshole!” Red Beard roared in his face. “You knew that fuckin' cocksucker was stinking and rotting in his house for days. Shit, you knew the city hauled his carcass off to get fuckin' cremated – and you didn't say shit about it! Fuck's sake, we're supposed to be allies!”
“Yeah, supposed to be. Fuck me for picking jackals for friends,” Dust said, shoving the rival Prez hard in the chest.
Red Beard pushed back. Miracle he didn't put a fuckin' bullet in Dust's brain. They scuffled, rolling against the wall, the other guys around them anxiously fingering their guns.
Prez wasn't lying about a potential bloodbath coming. My eyes flicked through my boys. Joker, Skin, Sixty, Crawl, and the prospects were all lined up against the Torches.
Our crews were roughly equal in numbers. Nobody had a
solid position, an advantage, and that sucked serious balls.
Every man here had an equal chance at putting a few holes in the sorry fuck across from him, and receiving a few in turn. Sharp smiled across from me, just itching for a chance to let his rounds blow my ribs apart.
“Alliance is over, fuckface. We'll deal with the Deads on our own,” Red Beard growled. “Whether or not you cough up the guns we settled on and Jimmy's cunt daughter is what's gonna decide whether or not we start killing Pistols, too.”
“No!” I shouted, stepping right into Sharp's muzzle. Fucking thing drove against my chest like a tank, so close to death I could feel every hair on my body standing on end.
I was tempting fate, and I fucking knew it. But that 'cunt daughter' meant Cora. I'd die to keep her safe. Some mad dog redness clouded my vision, mad and primal shit fiercer than all the times it had ever went through my veins before.
“You'll get your guns, asshole,” Dust thundered. “Just as soon as you lower yours and send your men back to their bikes. You already broke standard operating procedure, showing up here instead of the fucking clubhouse. This is our goddamned business – civilian biz. Too fuckin' public for an exchange.”
“Shut up!” Red Beard slammed Dust into the wall, his beer gut helping pin the Prez down. “You fucked us over, and you goddamned know it! We had a good thing going on. We were trading, fighting, sharing intel on the Deads. Now, all that's fucked, and it's your fault. Not ours. I'm not gonna stand here while you try to fuckin' tell me otherwise, shithead.”
When I heard the familiar click of a switchblade opening, it took everything in my power not to start a shooting war that'd get us all killed. Fuck.
Had a sudden flashback to the mountains outside Kandahar. Me and my guys were pinned down, taking a Taliban mortar attack straight up the ass. A couple troops next to me got their arms blown off, and one man lost his head. Fuckers were behind the rocks, shooting at us while their bombs exploded everywhere. All we could do was lay, wait, and put down suppressing fire 'til the cavalry came.
Airstrikes took the terrorist pukes out a couple minutes later. I'd been helpless then, just hoping for a miracle.
