Don't Take My Baby (Twisted Ghosts MC)

by Zoey Parker

  “Strip,” Zane commanded softly. He stared at me as I unbuttoned the front of my blouse and tossed it on the ground.

  I kept my eyes locked with his dark eyes as I stood up off the bed and wriggled out of my pants. When I was clad in a bra and panties, I lay back down on the bed. “You, too,” I said softly.

  Zane grinned at me and pulled his shirt over his head. I practically gasped when I saw his abs; they were so chiseled, they looked carved from marble. I shivered as Zane slipped out of his dark jeans. When he was left in briefs, I could see his massive erection straining the fabric. I smiled at the thought of his cock pushing inside of me. I’d been empty for so long; now I wanted Zane inside of me more than anything else in the world. I couldn’t think of anything else, only Zane. Time stood still as he leapt on the bed and crushed my body against his.

  “You’re delicious,” he whispered. He pushed me down on my back and crawled on top of me.

  I shuddered as Zane’s muscular frame covered my body. When he nudged my legs apart and pushed his hips against mine, I felt his cock through the thin fabric of my panties. I moaned, arching my hips, thinking he wanted to fuck me right then and there. But instead he slid down my body, nipping and licking at my breasts with his mouth. I gasped as he sucked on one while tweaking the other in his fingers. It felt so incredibly good that I held my breath and strained every muscle in my body. I closed my eyes as Zane slipped his hand between my legs and began stroking me through my panties. My clit was throbbing and as he brushed it with his thumb, I cried out.

  “I want to taste you more,” Zane growled.

  I shivered as he ripped the fabric of my panties away in a clean tear. He got to his knees between my legs and stared into my eyes until I felt a hot blush come over my face. While keeping my eyes locked with his, he slipped a finger inside of me and then brought it to his lips. I watched as he sucked my juices off his finger.

  “Zane,” I whimpered. “I want you, please! Please fuck me,” I begged. “Please!”

  Zane chuckled. “Not yet, baby,” he said softly. He flopped down on his stomach and licked the inside of my thigh.

  It tickled and sent bolts of pleasure through my body and I moaned. His strong hands gripped my thighs and wrenched them apart. Every movement, even just feeling the air stirred by Zane’s movements, made me more aroused. I never thought I could want someone this much, never thought I’d have more desire for anyone than I’d had for Kyle. But life is full of surprises.

  When Zane’s tongue touched my labia, I cried out and thrust my hips against his face. Instantly, his mouth was around my clit, licking and sucking. Pleasure seized me and I felt my hips jerking up. I couldn’t control my body; I couldn’t control the lust that was swarming through my crotch. As he kept his tender ministrations up, I shuddered and moaned loudly, throwing my head back in the pillows and keeping my eyes screwed shut. I spread my legs as widely as I could, until my hips were hurting, and rubbed my pussy against his face. His nose bumped and rubbed at my clit until I felt like I was just on the verge of a powerful orgasm. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He fastened his mouth around the swollen nub of flesh and sucked, gently slipping a finger inside my pussy and wriggling it around. Before I knew what was happening, I was coming, harder than I’d ever come before. I groaned Zane’s name and felt a gush of wetness flooding out of my pussy.

  He didn’t stop licking until the last powerful wave of pleasure had left my body. “You taste so good,” he growled in a low voice as he climbed up my body and pressed his mouth against mine.

  Obediently, I licked and sucked all of my juices away from his lips and mouth. Tasting myself all over Zane’s face sent a new flood of arousal through my body and before long, I was clutching and grabbing at him, desperate for more. “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want to feel you. I need to feel you; I need you…” I trailed off as Zane started biting at my neck.

  The sensation was incredible, and I arched my back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. As my hands slid down his muscular back, I grabbed hold of his briefs and tugged them down. Zane pulled away from me with a lustful grin on his mouth. I looked down his body and gasped at the sight of his cock: brown and hard and fat in girth. I shivered when I imagined how it would feel to be stuffed over and over with his manhood. He winked at me and I shuddered with lust.

  “Get on your belly,” Zane commanded in a low voice. He dug his fingers into the flesh of my hip and rolled me over until I was on my stomach.

  I felt Zane’s hands smack me on the ass and I wailed. It was painful, but the pain only lasted for a few seconds. Before long, the feeling melted into a warm pleasure that spread through each of my limbs. I spread my legs and arched my back so my ass was sticking out. Zane crawled between my legs and I felt the sheets shift as he positioned himself.

  When he put his hand on my ass and squeezed, I cried out. “I want you,” I moaned into the pillows. “I want you, Zane.”

  “You’re gonna get me, baby,” Zane replied.

  He was so big, so stiff I wasn’t even sure if I could take him. But before I knew it, Zane tightened his hold on me and slid all the way inside, until he was buried to the hilt in my wet pussy. He groaned, his cock filling me so perfectly, so amazingly.

  Zane began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. I moaned and rocked back and forth to match his rhythm, straining my hips and pushing my ass against his body as hard as I could. Zane dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass and kneaded the cheeks as he rode me. His strong thighs gripped my body and I shuddered as bolts of pleasure shot through every cell inside me. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow, surrendering to the delicious feel of Zane taking me for his own. As he bucked harder and faster, I stretched my arms high over my head. Zane slipped a hand under my body and thumbed at my sensitive clit until I was screaming with pleasure. My lower belly clenched and tightened with arousal. I could feel my body breaking out into a sweat and Zane’s flesh slipped against mine, slamming into me with more force than ever before. Zane tangled his free hand in my hair and yanked my head back.

  “You like that, baby?” Zane’s voice was hot in my ear. “You like that?”

  I could only moan as the pleasure gripping my belly intensified. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. I could feel another orgasm was close, and as Zane slowed his movements, I whimpered in frustration. “More, please,” I begged. “Please, Zane. Please!”

  My cries were hoarse and pained but Zane listened. He rode me harder and I could feel my juices soaking the sheets. I felt his cock twitching and jerking inside of me, and as he groaned I knew he was coming, too. We stayed locked together in ecstasy for a moment, breathing as one.

  When it was over, Zane slid off me and pulled me close. Our skin was hot and sweaty but it felt good to be wrapped up with the man who had just ravished me more thoroughly than any other man ever had.

  “That was incredible,” I murmured softly.

  Zane grinned. “I told you you’d like the ride,” he said.

  I lay back in wonder, too exhausted to even reply. I had no idea that sex could be like this. With Kyle, it had been good. He’d always made sure I came, and he knew what positions I liked. But with Zane, it had been downright explosive. I couldn’t believe I’d lived on the planet for almost twenty-seven years and not known sex like that existed. I felt almost cheated.

  “God,” I said aloud. “Wow.”

  Zane rolled onto his side and grinned at me. “Wanna do it again?”

  Chapter 4

  Zane

  Isabella was a wildcat, all right. I only had to get her inside before she practically threw herself at me. It was the hottest night I’d had in a long time. Isabella had a fantastic, tight pussy and she’d gotten so wet for me; it had been like a dream. She made the sexiest little whimpering cries when I was eating her that I had to stop or else I would have come before even sticking my cock inside of her. No
doubt about it, she’d been a fantastic lay. I was glad I’d picked her up from the restaurant.

  After our first fuck, we lay around in bed. Isabella’s stomach grumbled and I took her down to the kitchen and heated up some of the leftover lasagna I’d had from family dinner over the weekend. I could tell Isabella thought it was intimate, to eat with me in the middle of the night. But she was going to find out sooner or later I didn’t want her to stick around. No matter how great a woman was, I never wanted her there in the morning.

  Still, that didn’t stop me from fucking her twice when we got back to bed. The second time was slower, more intense than our first had been. Isabella and I spooned, with my arm wrapped around her and pulling her up and down on my cock. I’d come almost instantly when she looked up at me with her wet blue eyes. She was so sexy I couldn’t stand it. I’d never been with a woman who pushed all my buttons the way she did.

  The second time happened just as we were falling asleep.

  “What’s your secret fantasy?” I asked her in the dark. I expected some answer about some rich asshole, or something stereotypical. But instead she sighed.

  “No one’s ever asked me that before,” she said softly in her deep voice. “It’s embarrassing.” She coughed and I could tell she was blushing harder than ever.

  “Try me. Trust me, I’ve heard some weird shit.”

  There was a silence. I could tell she was blushing, even though it was dark in the room. After a few seconds, she began to speak.

  “My fantasy starts with me going to the doctor’s office,” she said softly. “And he inspects me everywhere. He has me get naked and get on my knees and blindfolds me, and walks around looking at every single part of my body.” Her voice turned slightly husky and I knew she was turning herself on. “And I can’t touch him; my hands are in cuffs at the sides of the table,” Isabella added. “By the time I feel his hands on my body, pleasuring me, I’m not actually sure if it’s the same doctor who saw me in. It could be anyone; it could be a total stranger. But they know exactly how to touch me, and before I know it, I’m coming.” She paused and took a deep breath. “That’s my fantasy. Obviously, I’d never want it to happen, but…” She sighed again. “I bet you think I’m really fucked up, don’t you?”

  I chuckled. “I don’t think you’re fucked up at all,” I told her. “That was really hot.” My cock had sprung to life listening to Isabella talk about how she wanted some fuckin’ creep of a doctor to feel her up. But when I felt her soft hand on my thigh, I forgot all about her fantasy.

  Turning towards her, I crawled on top of her and pushed her legs apart, lowering myself between them and thrusting until she was hoarse and crying out with the force her own orgasm. We were slick with sweat and panting hard when it was all over.

  I couldn’t believe it, but I’d actually let her fall asleep in my bed. It had been years since I’d let a woman spend the night. Most of the time, it was wham bam, thank you, ma’am. But not Isabella. The sex had been incredible and tiring, and afterwards I was feeling so tired that I’d just let her drift off. I didn’t even wake up once — that was how wiped out I felt after fucking Isabella Bianchi raw.

  Incredible.

  In the light of the morning, I regretted my decision a little bit. Isabella reached for me when she woke up. I gently pushed her away and climbed out of bed. When she turned to me, I noticed she was wearing a slightly hurt expression.

  “I need a shower,” I said as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

  I’d only been inside for a few seconds when I heard the door open and Isabella slipped inside. She was naked, and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfect, luscious breasts swinging from side to side. Her skin was perfectly pale and I could see the faint imprint of a bikini top around her breasts. Lust tore through me and it took everything I had not to sink to my knees and take one of her perfect, pink nipples into my mouth and suck until she was begging me to fuck her.

  “Can I shower with you?” Isabella pouted at me and stuck her lower lip out.

  There were three hickeys on her neck — vicious-looking black and yellow bruises. I grinned. I loved leaving my mark on a girl.

  I shook my head. “Sorry,” I said in an irritated voice. “I need to be alone in the shower.”

  Isabella looked hurt again but she left the bathroom. By the time I was done, she was sitting on the bed, fully dressed. The way her blouse squeezed her breasts together was tempting; I felt my cock stirring just from looking at her. She gave me a coy little smile when she realized how I was staring and I had to force myself to look away. No, no matter how tempting Isabella was, I wasn’t going to fuck her again. That would be breaking two of my rules in a single day and I couldn’t have that happen. I’d already let her spend the night. I didn’t want her getting any ideas about the future. Even though she looked more fuckable than ever, I had to resist. My cock twitched in anger when I told it to behave. My appetite for that girl isn’t even close to sated, I thought miraculously. It was like a fucking miracle; most of the time, all a girl had to do was look at me after I’d fucked her before I wanted her to leave. But Isabella was different. The way she stared at me was making me hot all over again, and I knew if I didn’t kick her out quickly, she’d be harder than ever to rid myself of.

  “I need to get going,” I said as I dropped the towel from my hips and walked across the room naked. I didn’t look back at Isabella but I could feel her eyes on my body. “You can see yourself out.”

  “Oh,” Isabella said. She stood up and stared at me for so long that I turned around to look back at her.

  I could tell she wanted to ask me if something had changed, or if something had happened, but I wasn’t going to give her any excuses. I didn’t want her to get any ideas about what was going on between us — absolutely nothing.

  Isabella gathered her things with excruciating slowness. I watched as she tugged on her heels and slipped the flat shoes into her worn leather bag. She looked up at me again.

  Didn’t you get the hint, honey? I don’t want you here anymore. And no, I’m not going to ask you to stay for coffee.

  Isabella sighed slowly and walked downstairs. I listened to the sound of her heels clicking against my marble staircase. When she got to the door, I could tell she was hesitating for a second. But after a few moments, the door opened and closed resolutely behind her. When I walked to the windows and peeked through the blinds, she was standing on the curb, playing with her phone.

  My head was aching. I pulled a pair of pajama pants on and trudged downstairs, going through the rote motions of making coffee. For some reason, I felt less elated than usual after a night of great sex. I had a routine after women left: I’d take a drink and go to bed. But since Isabella had stayed the night, I decided I needed a new routine. Just in case this ever accidentally happened again.

  I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch. From outside, I heard the squeal of tires. By the time I’d walked over to the window and looked out, Isabella had climbed inside the cab. I saw her blue eyes one more time, looking back towards the house, as if she still believed I was going to ask her to stay. Poor girl. I could tell she wasn’t used to having a lot of one-night stands. I didn’t like hurting women, but I wasn’t going let some blonde chick push me around, no matter how good a fuck she’d been.

  She’d been a great lay, all right. But now it was over, and it was time to get back to real life.

  Chapter 5

  Isabella

  Eight Weeks Later

  I was really bummed about Zane. I knew it was ridiculous to get my hopes up the way I had, but I couldn’t believe a man would be so charming and then go radio silent. It was the kind of thing that happened in movies, but I always wanted to believe real life wouldn’t be like that.

  But real life hasn’t been very kind to you, I thought with a twinge of pain. Remember Kyle?

  I did remember Kyle, but after Zane, those memories were very foggy and hard to reach. It
was as though Zane had pushed him out of my mind, the superior lover. It was hard not to compare the two of them, which was ridiculous because I only knew Zane for a few hours while Kyle and I were together for a long time. But they were both men who only cared about their own agenda, who didn’t give a shit if a woman’s heart got broken in the process. Kyle had only wanted to fuck me, too. He’d just gone about it in a much different way. He’d wined and dined me, whereas Zane just used his raw sexual power to draw me in. Zane was the more honest of the two, I decided, but that didn’t make the hurt any easier to bear. I’d been pouting about it for weeks.

  It didn’t help that I dreamed about him almost every night. Sometimes I even thought about finding his house on the other side of town and driving by, just to see if he were home. When I realized how creepy that sounded, I was horrified. But at the same time, I missed him undeniably. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him lurking behind them, waiting for me. Waiting to make me come, to make me scream, to make me his.