A Broken Vow: Inked Angels MC

by Zoey Parker

  “Is that so?” I challenged.

  “As a matter of fact, it is,” he shot back.

  I sighed and leaned my head back against his shoulder. He moved his mouth to my neck and began suckling at the tender skin below my ear. “Tell me more,” I said. “What else don’t I have a choice about?”

  He laughed. “You don’t have a choice about this,” he said, as he began to walk his hand down from my belly button to the lace edge of my sheer panties. I offered a soft moan as the quiver picked up at his approach.

  “You don’t have a choice about my fingers slipping below here,” he whispered, close enough that his lips brushed my ear. He took his free hand and began to massage my breasts, coaxing my nipples into hard peaks that shivered under his touch. My legs began to push against the blankets.

  His fingers reached the lace and toyed with it, stealing just under and back again. The teasing stoked my shaky tremors, which had begun to ripple outward from just below his hand towards where my legs met. I could feel myself beginning to get wet.

  He teased and teased until, finally, he took the dive below the fabric, sliding his fingertips over my mound. “Ohh,” I groaned as he extended a lone fingertip and touched delicately against my clit. “Do I have a choice about this?” I murmured.

  He sucked my earlobe into his mouth before letting it loose and giving my breast a firm squeeze.

  “No.”

  I leaned back further and brought his mouth to mine. My tongue sought out his and moved carefully all around it, leaving nothing untouched. He responded in kind, twisting and mixing our lips open and closed, parry and thrust. I stirred more, kicking myself farther back into his embrace.

  Below my hips, Blaze’s hand had started to wind circles around my clit, pulsing gently with each full rotation. Slowly, waves built where he touched me, shimmying down my legs and up my torso to connect with where he continued to rub my nipples against the pad of his thumb.

  I kissed him deeper and harder, letting every exhale escape into his mouth. My breathing grew faster at the same pace as his finger on my button did. I wrapped one arm around his neck to pull his tongue farther into my mouth, and with the other, I gripped his thigh to ride out the storm that I knew was coming.

  Blaze’s hand that had been feeling my tits slipped down to join the one stimulating my clit. He put a soft fingertip against the opening of my pussy. By now I was dripping wet for him.

  “You don’t have a choice about this, either,” he said to me between moist, lashing kisses. “You don’t have a choice about how I’m going to finger you until you draw scratches down my chest and arch your back to stick those pretty little tits of yours straight up in the air.”

  My breathing was fast and labored now, while Blaze continued to strum my clit relentlessly. He probed my pussy with just a knuckle’s depth of one finger, then quickly withdrew, leaving me greedily sucking for more.

  “More,” I told him. “More.”

  He resisted for a moment, letting me push my hips forward to try and force his finger further inside me. He laughed at my impatience as he drew it back out just as suddenly. I was going to have to work for it.

  Pressure was mounting in the heart of my clit, where his finger had not stopped working tight spirals that pushed more and more waves over my skin. The addition of his finger, now gyrating slowly in and out of me, sped up the pace with which I was hurtling towards a serious orgasm.

  Every twist of his finger in me drew another quiet moan from my lungs. Every circle on my clit made my skin shiver again.

  Without me even thinking about it, my whole body had begun to ride in motion with him, desperate to climb towards coming. I wanted Blaze to see me come; I wanted to come for him. My hips drove into his hands. Now another finger joined the fray, so that he pistoned two in and out of me, pushing all the way in and all the way out. My juices were shiny on his fingers.

  I brought one hand down from his neck to my own nipple, pinching hard to accelerate the growing force that zoomed over my body. The other stayed clinging to Blaze’s thigh next to me. I leaned back even harder, loving the expanse of his chest against my back.

  Both of Blaze’s hands were moving as fast as possible now. He wound my clit like a clock, changing pressure constantly, up and back and round and round. The fingers in my pussy delved and stroked every sensitive part deep within me. I could feel myself closing around them, trying to keep them there, but they slipped out, such frustrating teases.

  I was circling higher and higher, getting so close to exploding like I wanted to—like he wanted me to.

  “You’re going to come right in my hands,” Blaze ordered in my ear.

  “Yes,” I panted. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

  His hands worked faster, playing me like an instrument, plucking every string at the exact right moment to push me to the peak of a crescendo.

  He stopped.

  “No!” I cried out. “Please, don’t stop!” My whole body seized up, shaking on the edge of unleashing. I needed his hands. I needed Blaze.

  Blaze grinned and let me suffer for one long second.

  Then his hands pushed back hard against my soaking pussy, resuming with intensity.

  I fell over the edge, squeezing his hands between my legs and digging my nails into his thigh where I held him. My back arched and my head fell back against his shoulder as wordless gasping escaped into the air. Lightning bolts shot from my cunt to the top of my scalp and went scorching through my toes, which curled and spasmed. The pressure of his hand on my mound was the only thing that kept me sane while I bore the twitching sensations flooding me.

  They soon eased, but I wasn’t satisfied. Turning to face him, I pushed my hands against his shoulders. He fell back laughing as I straddled my legs across his torso and leaned down to kiss him as hard as I could. I pushed my tongue past his lips while I pulled his hands onto my breasts. He kneaded the skin as I kissed him, trying to share the electricity of my orgasm through my mouth.

  He seized my wrists in his grasp and sat up. I fell back onto my heels, dripping wet, wanting every piece of him to touch every piece of me.

  He growled and, with a sudden motion, tossed me onto my back. I bounced on the bed as he flipped himself on top of me and ripped my panties from my body in a single motion.

  Blaze tossed the torn fabric off the bed. He knelt over me, muscles stark and inked. I ran my hands down his neck, over the bulk of his shoulders, down the mountains of his arms. Encircling his wrist, I brought his juice-soaked fingers to my lips. One knuckle at a time, I slipped them into my mouth, tasting myself off of him. I did the same with the other hand, not blinking once as I stared at him and licked his fingers clean.

  Satisfied there, I moved my hands to the boxers that clung around his muscular thighs. I ran my palms over the engorged bulk that lay beneath them, feeling it thicken as I touched. Sliding my fingertips between the fabric and his skin, I tugged them down gently.

  His member emerged, half-erect and massive. I wrapped one hand around the base while I skimmed the fingers of the other along the length of his shaft. Bringing both hands together, I started to make long, slow pumps, keeping my grip light and soft.

  I watched his face the whole time.

  “Fuck yes, baby,” he growled as I stroked faster, a little bit at a time. “It’s yours.”

  I sat up and leaned forward to bring my mouth to the tip of his cock. At first, I only licked gingerly at the head, soft little touches on every side. Slowly, I began to use more of my tongue, lingering and sliding up and down the length. I worked my way down to where I held him firm.

  His manhood had reached full hardness. It jutted into the night, ready and eager to slide into me and make me come—to put a baby in my womb, if he was serious.

  The thought alone was enough to make my spine tingle.

  I took the first few inches of him into my mouth. I couldn’t resist the temptation to move one hand from his shaft to my own cunt, which continued to get wetter as I
sucked him. I touched myself and brought the whole of his dick between my lips, fastening them around the base while my tongue spun spirals around its girth.

  As I started to flow my mouth up and down his length, I slipped two fingers inside myself and rode my hand. The motion of both increased. My free hand cupped his balls while I continued to suck, up, down, up, down, shuttling my fingers in and out of myself until, without warning, a sneaky, unexpected orgasm raced through me before I could stop myself. I tried to bite it in, to hide it from him, but I couldn’t help the whimper that shot from my core.

  “What the fuck was that?” Blaze said. He snatched my hand away from where I had been fingering myself. His dick popped out of my mouth. “Are you touching yourself without asking me? Did you just come?” he demanded. “That is not what a good wife is supposed to be doing, Olivia. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

  The pressure, both in the air and in my cunt, which still throbbed with the quick little climax I’d stolen, ratcheted up. It was hard to breathe. My heart was pounding hard enough that the rush of blood in my ears had become deafening.

  Blaze grabbed both of my wrists in the same hand and pulled me off the bed. He spun me around and bent me over, pushing my face into the blankets. With one hand, he pinned my arms to the bed above my hand. The other palm stroked the curve of my ass where it shone in the moonlight.

  “When you don’t do what your husband tells you to do, you get punished,” he said. “I didn’t tell you you could come, and now you have to pay the price.” I couldn’t see behind me, but the hand that had been tenderly patting my ass lifted.

  There was a moment of tense silence. I bit the sheets, not knowing what was about to happen.

  Then Blaze brought his hand down to slap hard against my ass.

  I jolted forward as the sting spread where he has spanked me. But it wasn’t painful, not really—I almost came again from the contact alone.

  “Do you want to be spanked again?” he asked me.

  “No, please,” I whimpered, but that was a lie. I did want more.

  “No, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” he said. “I think you need another.”

  He tapped delicately on the other cheek, raised his hand, and came thundering down to administer another spank. I clamped down hard on the sheets between my teeth. When the stinging had eased, he looked at me again.

  “Now, have you learned your lesson?” he said.

  “Yes,” I nodded feverishly. The pressure in my head was delirious, intoxicating. My whole body felt like it was about to climax, all centered on the volcano of my hot pussy.

  “You’ve learned not to come without permission?” he said.

  “Yes,” I repeated through numb lips.

  He nodded, satisfied.

  “Do you want this cock inside you now?” he asked.

  Oh God, I’d never wanted anything more. “Yes, please,” I begged. “Fuck me, Blaze. Make me your wife. Fuck me and come inside me.”

  “Make it wet so I can fuck you right,” he told me. He brought his hard cock to where my head was pressed against the bed. I opened my lips and he pushed himself into my mouth, filling me from front to back. I bathed him in my mouth, sucking him, loving his taste on my tongue.

  When he had had enough, he withdrew. “Don’t move,” he said as he walked behind me. I felt his hands grip my hips as he lined himself up with my opening. He started to enter me, but stopped just before he slid in.

  I moaned loudly into the bed. My body was hungry for Blaze and yet here he was, teasing me with butterfly touches instead of fucking me mindless.

  I reached back to try to coax him to thrust, but he knocked my hand away, laughing. He kept rubbing one finger on my clit, slow and teasing, while the head of his cock throbbed just against my wet pussy.

  “Please,” I whispered. I couldn’t handle waiting anymore.

  That was all it took.

  He seized hold of my waist and, with a powerful jerk, shoved everything he had into me. I gasped and saw stars blurring at the edge of my vision. Blaze started to fuck in and out as ripples of sensation coursed outward from where he entered me.

  I leaned back into him, sucking every inch deep in my womb. My teeth crashed down on my lips, but moans continued to flow out in a torrent.

  “Oh, Blaze, never stop fucking me,” I whined.

  He wrapped his hands around my throat and pulled my head towards him, so that I arched my back while he took me from behind. It was brutal, powerful, savage, everything I wanted and needed in order to fuck the last vestiges of bad memory out of my head.

  It was like Blaze said—I forgot everything. The only thing in the whole damn world that mattered right now was my pussy absorbing his cock, taking it into me, and letting him fill me completely.

  He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. I could hardly bear to wait the time it took for him to plunge back in. I pulled my nails down his muscular back as his arms encircled me. He held me close while our hips crashed together. I breathed in his scent and focused on the hurricane of sensation swirling around within me. Winds whipped below my skin where Blaze’s cock stretched my walls wide.

  “Your pussy is so tight on my cock, babe,” he panted in my ear. I was breathless. I couldn’t do anything but nod and moan and bite hard down on his shoulder. My legs were wrapped around his back, ankles locked, to pull him into me even deeper.

  We rocked together like that, separating and then returning to the closest our bodies could manage at a lightning pace. Faster and faster, harder and harder, trying to let our muscles say to each other all the things that our mouths couldn’t find the words for.

  I was on a constant high now, always on the brink of coming or in the throes of it, never sure of anything but that this was the man I wanted to fuck me from now until eternity. This was the cock I wanted to claim and be claimed by.

  Nothing else mattered.

  We built upwards with each other until I could feel that this was it, this was the big one coming. It was right there, just an inch or two from my grasp. I pressed my mouth to Blaze’s, pulled his head down to me, squeezed my thighs and my pussy so that all of him could touch all of me.

  “Oh, God,” was the last thing I managed to say before we both exploded.

  Color went in and out—whether because my brain was turning off or because the muscles of my eyelids were twitching erratically, I didn’t know. It didn’t really matter, that was just an irrelevant observation way out on the edge of my perception. What mattered was the force that crunched me between its soft folds, every muscle and nerve, milking them for the most pleasure I had ever in my life felt at once.

  Blaze came hard inside of me. Four, five, six hard pulses, each with a thick shot of come spurting into my pussy. Our mouths hung uselessly against each other’s.

  I felt like I was on fire. And I never wanted to cool down.

  * * *

  One Month Later

  The moving truck was packed and ready to go. Blaze had loaded his motorcycle into the back, along with the few things he’d left in Houston.

  I sat down on the steps of the clubhouse. Doing anything physical was hard these days. I ran a hand over the bump in my stomach. Carrying a baby around was harder work than I’d expected. Blaze took care of everything, of course. He wouldn’t even let me carry a box of clothing from his room in the house to the truck. I’d tried and he just snatched it out of my hands, telling me, “If my son comes out ugly just because I let his mother work herself like a slave, then everyone’s gonna be in trouble—you especially.”

  “Oh yeah?” I laughed. “Well, hopefully I won’t be getting punished for it. Who would want something awful like that?” I winked mischievously and stole a kiss from him before he could jump away. He loved teasing me, because he knew how badly I wanted him at every moment. Just a hand on his arm was enough—most of the time—but it was a constant craving to be touching or kissing or fucking him. He’d lit a fire in me that wasn’t going ou
t for a long time. Wouldn’t be going out ever, actually.

  Blaze slammed down the sliding door of the vehicle and wiped his hands on his jeans.

  “That’s it,” he said. He looked at the door of the clubhouse, then at me. That wild grin stole across his face and, just like always, it sent a quivering pulse through my heart and a flush between my legs.

  He helped me climb into the passenger seat of the truck. I watched his muscles bulge against his shirt as he cross in front and stepped behind the wheel, shutting the door beside him.

  He looked at me and grinned again. Then he grabbed my face and planted a deep kiss on me as he pressed the gas pedal to the floor. We took off roaring down the highway, headed for God knew what. I couldn’t wait to find out.