by Zoey Parker
I loved when she licked herself off of my fingers or dick. She’d suck all the juices from my fingertips and lick her chops like she’d never be able to get enough. I couldn’t blame her; it was so easy to spend hours between her legs, playing her like a fucking fiddle, plucking and sucking until she let loose that little squeal that got me so damn hard that I had no choice but to plunge right back into her.
Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t sweet, sensitive, staring-into-each-other’s-eyes-while-banging-missionary-style sex. This was the most animalistic pounding I’d ever given in my life. It was fucking savage the way I thrust as hard as I could into this girl every time.
But she gave as good as she got. When she was on top, she dropped her hips down into mine like her life depended on fucking me senseless. She could vacuum my dick until I shot come down her throat like fire. When I had her smashed against the wall, she sank teeth into my neck as she came until she drew blood from my flesh.
It was the most relentless fucking I’d ever experienced in my life, and it still wasn’t enough. We spanked and tugged at each other, desperate for more, more, more.
After the thousandth time I’d come inside her that morning, we lay next to each other. My hand wandered around her body, loving all the bruises and scratches where we’d fucked the living hell out of each other.
“Damn, Liv,” I said. “This is fucking incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of this bed. I can’t get enough of you.”
Her eyes were bright and I knew she was thinking the exact same shit.
It was crazy that this girl was looking at me with a stare like that. Three days ago she’d been eyeing me from the other side of the altar like she wanted to murder me, while her brother waved a knife in my direction and the whole church seemed like it was about to erupt in a bloodbath.
Now, she lay next to me in bed, dripping with a dozen of my loads and looking at me like she damn near loved me. Life was a funny bitch sometimes.
“You’re still a son of a bitch.” She grinned.
“Of course I am,” I said. “The best one you know. And I’ll tell you what else,” I continued. “This son of a bitch is gonna keep filling you up until his fucking balls don’t work anymore.”
Olivia giggled. Fuck, that was a cute noise. I loved how she wrinkled up her nose when I said shit like that. My dick jumped up again.
“You’re disgusting,” she informed me.
“And you love it.”
Olivia rolled on her side to face me. She said, “I can’t believe you want more.”
I laughed in her face. “Babe, I haven’t had even close to enough. Not rough enough, not dirty enough, and just plain not enough. Matter of fact, come here.”
I pulled her on top of me. My cock slid into her easily. I loved how her walls closed around me, nestling me inside of her with a tight, snug fit. She moaned and started to ride softly, gliding up and down.
“Fuck me, Blaze,” she moaned, already halfway gone.
She put her hands on my chest and wiggled her hips back and forth, right as I had an idea. I threw her off of me. She gasped in surprise.
“Wait, no, come back!” she said, doe-eyed. I ignored her and stood up, pacing outside to the porch, where the sun shone bright and full.
She sat ten feet away on the bed where I had tossed her, arms folded and pouting. “What the hell?” she demanded.
“Listen to me really closely, Liv. And do exactly what I tell you,” I said from where I stood ten feet away. “If you ever want this dick in you again—and I know you do—the first thing you’re going to do is get on your hands and knees.”
Her scowl deepened. “No way,” she pouted. “You throw me off, that’s it, game over.”
Did she really think I was gonna let her get off the hook that easily? No fucking chance. I stormed over to her, loving how the sight of all of me made her both terrified and turned on. Reaching her, I stuck out one massive hand and wrapped it around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough that she knew what the fuck I was about.
“I’m not going to tell you again, darlin’,” I hissed into her face. “You’re going to do what I tell you. Then I’m going to give you the best pounding yet. And when you’re coming on my dick like the good little wife that you are, you’re going to thank me. So get on your fucking knees. Now.”
I let go and she slid to the ground without another word. She opened her mouth and started to reach her tongue towards where my cock waved in the air by her face. But right when she was about to reach it, I took a step back.
Liv looked up at me, curious. “Crawl,” I commanded. She fell forward onto her hands and took a few tentative steps towards me. I stood still, letting her approach. When she had almost gotten close enough again, she stretched out her neck to take me into her mouth. But I took another step back.
We moved back across the room like this—her crawling towards me, yearning for my dick, while I let her get almost close enough to touch it before I backed away. Soon, I could feel the sun streaming through the open balcony doors. I could see Olivia getting wetter by the second as I made her work for the fucking she was about to get.
One more step, and then we were on the porch, bare ass naked for all the world to see. Moisture was dripping down the inside of Olivia’s thighs; she was so horny and ready for my dick inside her. I bumped into the railing and settled back, my arms spread wide
“You’re almost ready, so you can have a little taste,” I told her. She immediately leaped towards my cock, sucking like the greedy little come thief she was. One hand worked my shaft while the other gripped my balls.
“Yes, that’s a good little wife. Suck my cock like you want to be fucked,” I said. She responded with enthusiasm, sliding her tongue over every inch of me.
“Someone is desperate for it,” I told her. She moaned a yes through the mouthful of dick.
She sucked for a few minutes, my hand pressing against the back of her bobbing head. I decided she deserved a reward.
“You’ve done real good, babe. Have a little treat.” I seized her hips and threw her across the table that stood next to us. Knocking apart her knees, I lashed my tongue into her tight, wet pussy. I added some fingers, curling them inside her and beckoning towards her belly button to stroke the most sensitive part of her.
She came like fireworks before I had hardly even begun, so turned on by the game of cat and mouse we’d played across the bedroom floor. I worked her clit in wet circles while my fingers kept pulsing in and out of her. She twisted and squirmed as waves rolled through her. She bit her lip nearly raw trying to contain everything.
“If you want to feel this dick inside you, you need to come for me,” I said. “Ready?” She nodded, eyes rolled back in her head. “Go.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue. “Let it out, baby,” I told her. “Come.”
Olivia complied without hesitating, her naked body twitching like a live wire as I sucked her clit softly in and out while rubbing my finger inside of her.
When she had started to slow, I withdrew and watched as she panted heavily. I wiped a hand across my mouth, loving how her juices tasted.
“Fuck, you taste good, Liv baby,” I said.
“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
Without a word, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent her over the railing. Her legs spread apart. I shoved myself inside her with a grunt. This wasn’t going to be nice or soft—this was a pounding in the truest sense of the word.
I crashed into her brutally. With every thrust, she let loose another whimper of pleasure. I reached around to play with her clit some more while I let the fingers of my right hand dance around her hole. The full length of my dick emerged and then roared back into her.
I told her, “Bounce those hips back into me like you want it, girl.” She bucked back, wanting it, needing it, moaning it. We fucked each other as the waves crashed on the beach below.
“Say my name, Liv. Say the name of the man who is making you come right now.”
“Blaze,” she moaned out for the whole world to hear.
“Louder.”
“Blaze!”
“I wanna hear it fucking echo, Liv. Tell the world who your fucking husband is.”
She screamed my name over and over again, at the top of her lungs, until it bounced off the mountains and the water, as she came like a supernova. I emptied inside of her, nearly blacking out at the peak of my orgasm, as thick ropes of cum spurt out of my thick cock while it worked in and out of Olivia’s pussy.
“Blaze! Blaze! Blaze!”
God. Fucking. Damn.
* * *
Steam curled from underneath the bathroom door as Olivia showered. I sat on the bed, flicking through my cell phone, still reeling from the high of the best sex of my life. While I scrolled, a new text message came buzzing in.
Call me now.
It was from Croak.
I growled and dialed his number. The phone rang once, twice, then he picked up.
“Well, well, look who it is,” Croak said.
“Don’t act so fucking surprised,” I told him.
“You’re always a delight to talk to, Blaze.”
“Delight might as well be my middle name.” I scratched my neck where Olivia had left a seaof thick, mottled hickies. Fuck, that girl could be aggressive as hell. Gotta admit, though, I loved it. I’d unleashed a tigress in her and it was pretty fucking incredible. I couldn’t believe she’d been a virgin until now.
Croak interrupted me from my reverie. “No, not quite,” he said. “Useless might be a better middle name for you, because you’ve been with the Morris broad for nearly a week and you haven’t given us a single fucking piece of useful information.”
Croak’s tone took me by surprise, but it also pissed me off. “It ain’t that fucking easy!” I yelled. “This shit doesn’t happen right away, and you know that. It takes time for her to open up. She’s not gonna rat on her fucking brother just because some ugly mug tells her ‘I do.’”
“That’s no fucking excuse, kiddo,” Croak said. “Lobo and the Diablos have been up to some mysterious shit. They’re really making me uneasy, but the cartel council is being too cautious to do a damn thing about it. You’re gonna get some people killed if you keep going soft, the way you’ve been doing. What’s the deal? Is the bitch just working your cock too good for you to care about your brothers anymore?”
I knew he was goading me, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t let anyone talk to me like that. “Fuck you, Croak. I’ve never cared about a bitch, and I sure as hell am not about to start caring about this one.”
But I knew I was lying.
I’d felt that head-to-toe warmth rising in me from the second I’d kissed her on the beach. All the fucking had only stoked it higher, and now it was burning in me, too hard to ignore. I was in deep with the girl.
How could I have let this happen? I’d never once even come close to falling for a girl before. They’d all been interchangeable—blonde or brunette, curvy or skinny, it hadn’t ever mattered to me before. They were just a hole to fill when I needed it.
But this one was different. This one wasn’t like the rest at all. For Chrissake, I’d taken a goddamn bullet for her before we’d ever done anything more than kiss. I’d tolerated her fuckstick of a brother threatening to assault me. I’d even said “I do,” and God knew that I’d never planned on getting myself into anything as goddamn stupid as a marriage.
But all that had happened—the bullet, Luke, the marriage. And now I was plowing into this girl and letting myself catch feelings for her. I didn’t have any idea who I was anymore.
This was trouble.
Just then, in the bathroom, I heard the shower shut off.
“Listen,” I said into the phone. “I didn’t forget the goddamn job. I’ll get the info we need, alright? Don’t fucking bother me about it again.” I hung up before he could answer, eager to get off the phone before Olivia heard anything.
Olivia walked out, toweling off her hair. For fuck’s sake, even after multiple days of endless banging, her naked, gleaming body still made me go rock hard.
“What was that, babe?” she asked. I cursed inwardly.
“Eh?” I mumbled, pretending not to know what she meant.
“Were you talking to someone? I thought I heard voices arguing,” she said.
“Nah, wasn’t anyone here. You must’ve gotten your head fucked silly,” I grinned like a coyote, hoping to diffuse the situation.
“Wonder whose fault that would be,” she teased, coming to sit on my lap. I groaned as her bare mound began to gyrate on my leg. She leaned forward, smelling like heaven, and whispered into my ear, “And I wonder how I could get that person to fuck my head silly again, if you know what I mean,” as she nibbled and ran her tongue around my neck.
“You’re un-fucking-believable,” I said. It was the truth—every part of me knew it, including that annoying fucking voice in my head. I was falling for the broad, right as I needed to be keeping my distance.
Fuck. This was definitely trouble.
* * *
I’d cooked some food from the kitchen. Olivia and I sat at the table, talking about the years we’d lived next door to each other.
“You used to stare at me every day when I walked past your house!” she exclaimed, laughing.
I scowled. “I was just picturing what you’d look like bent over in front of me,” I said.
She did that cute giggle of hers, the one that sent flames racing over my skin. “You’re like a broken record,” she told me, “never thinking about anything but sex.”
“Well, when I’m staring at a body like that, how the fuck am I supposed to resist?”
She giggled again. The sound of it killed me every time. It ignited that turbulent fucking dynamic in my head—the break-her-and-protect-her conundrum. All I wanted to do was keep her as mine forever, tucked away from any other asshole who thought he’d lay a hand on her. And at the same time, it made me want to push her body to the point of shattering, just to tease out another high-pitched scream of delight.
“It’s too bad your brother always hated me,” I ventured. “We could’ve started this years ago.”
Olivia wrinkled her nose. “Well, Luke’s a little overprotective, so it’s hard to blame him.”
I waved a hand, dismissing her interpretation. “He’s a little fucking crazy is what he is,” I said. “Can’t believe they made him a goddamn president.”
“Easy,” she said, “he’s still my brother, and I love him, whether or not you like him.”
“He fucking shot me! Or did you forget about that?”
“Of course I didn’t forget about it!” she protested. I could see her starting to get angry, but I had no choice other than to continue. “But he’s not crazy.”
“He sure ain’t sane, and he shouldn’t be a president. That’s a fact.”
“Blaze, shut up.” Her eyes sparkled with attitude.
“Listen, Liv,” I said, laying my fork down on my plate. “I know you think he’s a good guy. But I have to ask you something.”
She raised an eyebrow, curious. “What is it?”
“Is he crazy enough to do something like, eh, I don’t know…” I trailed off, unsure of how to go about broaching the situation without setting off alarms that might get the MC into an all-out internal war.
“Something like what?” she asked icily.
“Actually, no, never mind. Forget I said anything.” She had gotten venomous too quickly. I knew it wouldn’t end well if I kept pressing.
“No, finish your thought,” she said, her voice all steel now. “Tell me what you want to know.”
I didn’t know what else to do besides finish what I’d started. I thought of Croak on the phone, telling me I was going to get my broth
ers killed if I didn’t get the inside scoop out of Liv. I hesitated before I asked my question.
“Would he double-cross the club? I know he thinks Lobo and the Diablos got a bad rap from the cartel council. Would he be crazy enough to try to partner with them?”
At first, I couldn’t tell what she thought. It was quiet for a moment…too quiet. The silence between us began to drip with poison.
Then she lashed out and slapped me across the face, nails bared.
I stood up from the table in shock as blood dripped onto my plate. Silverware went clattering to the floor. I was steaming fucking mad. I couldn’t believe she’d just fucking hit me. I knew she wasn’t gonna be happy with the question, but this was way fucking out of line.
