by Sophia Gray
“I love you, too,” Antonia said back, the words falling out of her so easily that at first she didn’t even notice what had happened. But Cal did. He came to a stop inside of her, panting hard as he stared down at her, sweat dripping down from his hair, his eyes blinking furiously as they peered into Antonia’s, looking like they were trying to find out if she was joking or not.
Antonia cleared her throat. A thousand different fears whirled around inside her mind at once. Fuck it, she thought, summoning up all the courage that ever existed inside her body for this one beautiful, perfect moment. “I love you,” she said again, as solidly and firmly as she could. “I love you, Cal.”
Cal fell out of her then, backing up until his back was pressed up against the headboard of the bed, gesturing for her to follow him. “Come on, baby,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to crawl up into his lap. “Ride me.”
“With pleasure,” Antonia said with a grin, feeling weirdly free, like a great burden had been taken off her heart after she’d spoken the truth out loud. She straddled Cal’s torso, shoving her feet hard into the mattress to brace herself as she lifted her hips up, aligning her hole back up with Cal’s cock before slamming herself down all at once, taking Cal’s cock fully inside of her tight cunt. She called out as the head of his cock brushed up against that special spot inside of her again, rubbing up against it again and again as she moved her hips up and down.
The music played from Cal’s phone, setting the mood with a slower, softer love song that wrapped around them like a soft, gentle cloud, making Antonia feel like nothing could go wrong, ever. She was safe here, wrapped up in Cal’s arms, consumed by his body, boxed in by his love. She could never even imagine being hurt again, not with Cal wrapped around her like this, taking care of her so well. He loves me, Antonia thought as she stared down into Cal’s eyes, riding him a little harder but slowing down to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole. He fucking loves me. And I love him.
Antonia couldn’t hold back the words anymore. “I fucking love you!” she cried out. The words spilled out of her like water bursting over a dam, falling down as naturally as her hips grinded down onto Cal’s.
“I love you!” Cal shouted back, reaching up to grab her hands, their fingers twining together, their sweat pooling together as one as their hips moved faster, thrusting onto each other in perfect harmony.
Antonia’s cunt felt like the entire universe, like whole galaxies were colliding and falling apart and falling back together again inside of her pussy, a thousand colors mixing together as his cock slid in and out of her, creating beautiful, wonderful friction. This is how universes are made, Antonia thought, panting so hard that her lungs burned with the exertion, her muscles aching as she thrust back and forth above her lover. This is how God made the world. With love. Just like this.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Cal grunted out. He leaned up to bite at her neck again, sucking on her so hard that he was sure to leave a mark. Good, Antonia thought. I want him to mark me. To possess me. To fucking own me. Just like I own him.
She leaned down to press her head into his neck, biting and sucking at him to leave her marks on his skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she mumbled again and again into his flesh, licking at him like she could swallow him whole. “Baby, please.”
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you, darling,” Cal whispered back. He clutched at the back of her head and kept her in place as he pushed his hips up more forcefully, sending his cock impossibly deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck, I’ve got you.”
Antonia moved her hips around in tight circles, rotating on the head of Cal’s cock, slamming down before sliding back up, teasing him with her natural juices even though her whole body was screaming to take all of him in. After a few more moments of this routine, Antonia couldn’t hold herself back any longer. She finally rode him so hard that the bed resumed squeaking beneath them, nearly wailing like a siren as she went faster and faster, feeling herself heat up in between her legs. She felt like a nuclear explosion was ready to go off inside her cunt at any moment, all of the wonderful sensations from Cal’s cock combining together to form something beautiful and new.
“Baby, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening,” she mumbled into Cal’s neck, moving her lips over to collide with his mouth, licking her way inside until she was sucking on his tongue, desperately trying to get as much of him inside her body as possible.
“Yes, darling, yes,” Cal breathed back. His voice came out weaker than she’d ever heard it before. She had ridden him to the edge of oblivion, to the boundary separating humans and the fucking stars. And she was going to take them both over that final edge, tumbling into beautiful accepting darkness, warm and wet and welcoming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Antonia cried out, her pussy starting to heat up almost painfully as she ground even harder onto his cock, bearing down so that the head of his dick pressed up against the most sensitive spot on her pussy’s inner wall.
“Yeah, baby. Yeah, baby, give it up to me. Give in. I got you. I’ve always got you,” Cal said, rubbing his hands up the sides of her body, massaging the last little bit of tension out of her muscles.
Antonia called out. She gripped Cal’s hands as hard as she could as her pussy began to pulse around his cock, the heat reaching a breaking point, like a huge bubble finally collapsing in on itself, creating a thousand tiny bubbles flying off into the atmosphere, drifting up throughout Antonia’s whole body, explosion after explosion going off inside her cells. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck!”
“Yes, baby, yes!” Cal cried out from beneath her, gripping her hips hard, pushing her ass up and down to bring his cock to the edge, too. “Oh, fuck, it’s happening. It’s fucking….it’s fucking happening. Yes! Yes! God, yes!”
Antonia braced herself, expecting to feel a violent explosion from Cal’s cock, but instead it was almost gentle, his dick releasing inside of her, pulse by pulse by pulse, his very heartbeat reverberating inside of her again and again and again. “Oh, shit,” Antonia mumbled as she collapsed on top of Cal’s chest. His dick slid out of her wetly as she settled her weight on top of his body. “Oh, my God.”
“Yeah,” Cal agreed. He rubbed his way down from her shoulder-blades to her lower back, pressing down on her vertebrae until she finally let herself go limp in his arms, totally loose and free from any stress that her body might have retained as a result of the awful week she’d just had.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Antonia huffed out. She pressed her lips lazily against the side of Cal’s face. “Wow.”
“Yeah, same,” he said with a light laugh. He rubbed his other hand along the top of Antonia’s head, brushing some of the random strands of sweaty hair out of her eyes. “You’re a special one, you know that?”
“Thank you,” Antonia said softly, clearing her throat before adding, “No one’s ever said that to me before, you know.”
“Really?” Cal asked. His hands stilled on her head and back. “That’s a fucking shame.”
“It’s okay,” Antonia said bashfully, hiding her face in Cal’s neck, but a second later she was forced to face him when Cal pulled at her chin, his eyes bearing down intensely onto hers.
“I’ll tell you every day,” Cal said. “I promise.”
Antonia’s heart felt like it was about to burst, it was so full of unbearably real emotion. She wanted to say that to Cal, to tell him that he made her realize how strong she was, just because she never knew how much emotion she could handle until she met him. She wanted to say that he pushed her to her limit, proving to her how powerful she really was. She wanted to say that for the first time in her life, she knew she could relax, really and truly, because he wasn’t going to run away and leave her to take care of everything by herself.
She wanted to say all of that, but for some reason she couldn’t force the words out at the moment. But it didn’t seem to matter. Cal’s knowing glance told her that he already kne
w all that, that he knew exactly what was hiding within her heart. For the first time, that notion didn’t scare her. If anything, it made her feel safer, allowing her to cuddle up to Cal’s side without a single worry pressing down on her mind. She was free. She was complete. She was safe.
Together, they slipped off into sleep, hands linked. They would never be separated, ever. They were a family now, hearts bound together as one. They would walk into their future, fearing nothing, ready for everything. Together.
THE END
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THE BABY OATH: Anarchy’s Reign MC
I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL PUT A BABY IN HER BELLY.
She saved me from near death.
In return, I’m going to give her the most special present of all.
That’s a promise.
One night was never going to be enough.
I’m too savage. Too hungry.
And she was a treat to delicious to forget.
But when I saw her again, it wasn’t under the best of circumstances.
For one thing, I was half-dead.
There was more blood on the operating room floor than was left in my veins.
And once she pulls me back from death’s doorstep, I’ve got business to take care of before I can return to claim her body.
Deadly business… as in, burying the man who put his bullet in me.
I make a note to come back for Beth.
But I see her again sooner than I anticipated.
Because my enemy thinks he can hurt me by hurting her and her daughter.
Big f**king mistake.
Touch what’s mine and you’ll pay the price.
Because I made my woman a promise.
By the time this is all over, she’ll be bearing my child.
And I intend to ravage her as many times as it takes until my promise is fulfilled.
THE BABY PACT: The Twisted Saints MC
We made a deal with one small catch: I had to bear his baby.
I wanted an escape.
He wanted a baby.
What other choice did I have?
I live in a wicked, vicious world.
Full of liars and killers.
I’m a prisoner here – and I want out.
But how?
My father would kill me if I ever disobeyed him.
I need a man who could stand up to him.
An ally.
A partner.
A hero.
I thought Hammer would be that man.
But I was so, so wrong.
All along, I was just a pawn in his plan.
He didn’t want to help me.
He wanted to own me.
Not just for one kiss, or one night.
He wanted my body for nine months.
I should’ve never signed this deal with the devil.
HIS BRANDED BRIDE: Steel Devils MC
SHE’S ABOUT TO SCREAM MY NAME, BEAR MY INK… AND WEAR MY RING.
I’m gonna be the last man she ever has.
I knew it from the second I saw her.
I don’t give a damn who she is, why she’s here, where she’s from.
Hell, I don’t even care what her name is.
Because from now on, I’m giving her my name.
She’ll be by my side.
As my wife.
My canvas.
And, eventually… the mother of my children.
But there are some bad men out there who think they can hurt her and me.
Just wait until I set them straight.
I’ll crack skulls, slit throats, spill blood – whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.
Because she’s my branded bride.
And the whole world needs to know:
Keep your filthy hands off of her.
This one belongs to me.
HIS INKED BRIDE: Black Aces MC
SHE’LL BE WEARING MY RING… AND NOTHING ELSE.
She thought she could lie to me.
Big mistake.
I won’t rest until I punish her for her mistakes…
By branding her as my bride.
She wanted to pull the wool over my eyes.
It almost worked, too.
A pretty girl like that can have her way with most men.
But the thing is, I’m not most men.
I’m a different breed.
Hell, I’m a different animal entirely.
Others are soft. I am carved from marble.
Others are weak. I’ve got blood on my hands and fire in my chest.
Others would forgive her…
But I’m going to bend her over, claim her as mine…
And end it all with my ring on her finger.
And she doesn’t get a choice in the matter.
HIS BOUND BRIDE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
My billionaire boss wants to make me his bride.
I was in danger from the minute I stepped into his office.
But there’s no escaping a man like Enzo Lennox.
He’ll either force me to bend across his desk…
Or put a ring on my finger so I belong to him for life.
I should’ve have run away as soon as I had the chance.
But there was something about Enzo that had me frozen in place.
His eyes…
His hands…
The words that came out of his mouth – so shocking and filthy and downright powerful.
I did everything I could to resist him.
But he saw right through that.
He knew what was boiling below my surface:
Need. Desire. Craving.
I was his slave from the second his eyes landed on me.
Everyone warned me away from him.
He’s a player, a scoundrel, they said.
Here one day and gone the next.
A broken heart was inevitable.
I know all that.
And yet, when Enzo puts his hands on my hips,
I can’t help but submit.
But no matter how much I give, he wants more.
The billionaire is not just satisfied with my body.
He wants to own my heart, my mind, my soul.
He wants me as his bound bride.
HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE: Grim Rebels MC
I was his prey. Now, I’m about to be his bride.
I’ve spent years running from my past.
But there’s no running from the bad boy with my name on his list.
He’ll either drag me back into the underworld I escaped…
Or force me to the altar to become his dirty wife.
Life’s not easy when you’re the devil’s daughter.
The things I saw my father do used to haunt my nightmares.
But that was the past. I’m a new person, now.
I have a good life. A pure life. A happy life.
And it’ll stay that way, as long as I keep away from dear old Daddy.
Too bad he wants me back home.
He sends his best man to come “retrieve” me – by any means necessary.
And if my father is the Devil, then Vance Tate must be the Grim Reaper.
He’s tall, dark, and deadly,
With twisted tattoos that curve around his bulging muscles.
And a weapon behind his zipper that looks capable of inflicting permanent damage.
I know what’s going to happen if I try to run from the hitman.
He’s going to chase me down.
Pin me to a bed.
And screw me senseless.
But to my surprise, Vance Tate wants something more than to cross my name off his list.
He doesn’t just want a quick bang, either.
He wants to make me his wife.
And God help me if I try to say no.
MOAN: The Cantonneli Mafia
I won’t stop until I hear her moan.
As a mobster’s daughter, she thinks she’s a bad girl.
But if she wants to survive a night with me, she’d better be on her best behavior.
Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.
And Melinda’s about to get both.
It’s my job to keep her safe from danger.
But I’m the biggest threat of all.
She thinks she’s above it all.
A little princess, spoiled rotten.
Given everything she’s wanted since the day she was born.
