by Naomi West
He then placed his hands on the warm flesh of my waist, savoring the sensation of my skin against his.
“I’m still not back to my pre-baby body,” I said as he reached back and went to work on the clasps of my bra straps.
“Not another damn word about that,” said Tiger, undoing the clasps with his usual effortlessness and slipping the bra off over my shoulders, exposing my larger-than-normal breasts, my nipples hard as little stones. “You’re the most gorgeous goddamn girl I’ve ever seen, and now that you’re a mother, that only makes you more beautiful.”
A hot blush ran over my cheeks.
“You know just what to say, baby,” I said.
“And I know just what to do, too.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said with a smirk.
He was more than ready to show me that he knew what I wanted.
Tiger kissed me more, harder, his passion evident with each press of his lips upon mine. His tongue tip grazed my lips and I opened my mouth, inviting him to enter me. Now our kiss was even heavier as our tongues played with one another, that rich, heavenly taste of his mouth flooding into me, overwhelming my palate and setting my senses alight.
I needed more and more, and thankfully, Tiger was ready to give it to me. He moved his kiss down from my lips, over the sensitive skin of my neck, causing gooseflesh to break out all over my body. Then he kissed along my collarbone, then over my chest before taking my breasts into his mouth, one after the other. He sucked and licked my nipples in just the way I loved, the tip of his tongue moving eagerly over them.
Once he’d had his fun with my boobs, he moved down, down, over my stomach and down to the waistband of my pants. Slipping his fingers in, he pulled my pants down, exposing the light blue thong I happened to be wearing underneath.
“Wait,” I said before he could go any further.
“What’s up?” he asked, glancing up at me from his position below my waist.
“Just … something I want to do first,” I said.
I raised Tiger up and placed my hands on his hips.
“Interested in seeing where this is going,” he said, his voice gruff and sexual.
“I think you’ll like it,” I said, my eyes flashing with eager desire.
I didn’t waste any time getting Tiger good and undressed. My fingers nimbly undid one button after another on his crisp, white dress shirt. When I reached the bottom, I pulled the shirt off, exposing his glorious, rippling body, his tattoos on full display. Tiger stepped out of his polished dress shoes as I dropped to my knees. Before me was the tent of his cock against his pants, his prick looking so hard and bulging that I worried it just might rip through.
My fingers danced over the front of his pants and soon he was unbuttoned, unbuckled, and unzipped. Then, with a quick tug down, I lowered his pants, his massive prick springing out to greet me.
I felt my pussy get wetter instantly at the sight of his wonderful, thick cock. Tiger’s prick was like a wonder of nature, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be able to have access to it whenever I wanted. I took in a slow breath as I wrapped my hands around his member, the end of it already dripping and ready for me. With a quick dart of my tongue, I dabbed up the little bit of cum at the end of his head and let the savory taste linger on my palate.
Goddamn, did he taste good.
I didn’t want to waste another second. I jerked him off slowly, another growl sounding from Tiger as I worked his cock with my hand. Then, opening my mouth good and wide, I took his head into me. There was something about the feeling of the end of his cock in my mouth that I just couldn’t get over. I loved feeling the smooth curves of it against my tongue, along with the oh-so-lovely taste.
Forming my lips into a tight seal just below his head, I began my trip down, getting closer and closer to the base of his cock. There was a lot of him to take in, but I’d had plenty of practice at this point. Once I had every last inch of Tiger in my mouth I looked up and let him take in the sight of my mouth absolutely full of him, my eyes smiling and the faintest hint of a pleased grin on my mouth.
“Goddamn, you’re good at that,” he said, taking my hair and forming it into a ponytail.
I knew it. After holding him for a little while longer in my mouth, running my tongue up and down his length a few times for good measure, I went back to the end of him and prepared for another trip down. Once he was in my mouth again, I repeated the process, lavishing him with long, slow licks and savoring his taste. More drops of cum formed on the end of his cock as I sucked him, that rich, lovely taste intoxicating beyond measure.
Then, right as I’d found my rhythm, Tiger took me by the arms and lifted me up to my feet.
“Something wrong?” I asked, wiping my lips seductively.
“The only thing wrong is that I’m not inside of you right now,” he said.
“You know, I can’t help but agree.”
Now it was Tiger’s turn to take charge. First, he slipped my panties down past my thighs, down to my feet. I kicked them off, and now I was totally bare and ready. Tiger stepped back for a moment, taking in the sight of my nude body before him. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen.
Then, with effortless strength, he scooped me up and placed me on the bed behind us. He remained standing, my legs open wide in front of him. He placed his hands on my breasts and moved them down slowly, his rough hands both firm and loving. Then, when he reached my legs, he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled me close, his cock now only a few inches from my pussy and pointing right towards it.
“I need it,” I moaned. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He didn’t have any intention to. Taking his cock by the shaft, he placed his head right between my wet, swollen lips and held it there for a brief moment before shoving it into me with a long, slow drive of his hips.
“Oh God,” I moaned as he entered me, as he filled me with each inch of him.
Tiger let out a low groan as he penetrated me, the pleasure seemingly more than mutual. Once he was fully buried to the hilt, he leaned over me, his blue eyes shimmering with animal desire. Tiger didn’t waste any time in building to a ravishing pace. He moved in me fast and hard, pounding me to the point that I could hardly see straight.
But as he fucked me, I could sense that there was more than just lust—there was more. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he pressed his skin against mine … there was love there, the love that we shared for one another and was impossible to express through words.
I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close and tight, keeping his hips pressed against me as he bucked harder and harder. His hair was loose and wild now, hanging down just in front of my face. I knew that I was going to cum, and soon—and I wanted to feel him cum right along with me.
I didn’t have to wait for very long. Right in the middle of a series of deep, powerful thrusts, my orgasm broke loose and rushed through my body. And Tiger followed right behind me. With a grunt and a shudder, Tiger came hard, filling me with his cum and pushing me right into the sweet oblivion that I craved. My mind went blank with desire, and as I shrieked and moaned under him, all I could think about was the ecstasy that pulsed through me.
Then, when we were both done, Tiger collapsed at my side. We held each other close as we regained our breath. And as we looked into each other’s eyes, I knew that there wasn’t any place at that moment I’d rather be.
Chapter 25
Nikki
Later in the day, Tiger arrived home for a second time to find me seated at the long dining room table, my laptop open in front of me and the surface of the table strewn with papers. Ethan was fast asleep in the baby chair in the seat to my left.
“What’s this mess?” he asked, plopping down in the seat across from me and picking up a few of the sheets.
“You know what it is,” I said. “Stuff for the wedding.”
“Shit,” he said, looking ove
r the paper he held and trying to make heads or tails of what he had before him. “You got this list of flowers and I don’t know what the hell half of ’em are. Peony? That a plant?”
“More or less,” I said, my eyes fixed onto the screen.
“You doing all right?” he asked, getting up from his seat and moving behind me.
I felt the pressure of his hands on my shoulders and a moment later he was rubbing my neck, the feeling of his strong hands on the kinks in my flesh causing me to close my eyes in pure delight.
“Oh my God,” I said as he rubbed me. “You’ve got a magic touch.”
“Don’t I know it,” he said.
The tension in my muscles melted away with each squeeze—it was just what I needed.
“So,” he said. “You really want to do this for a living?”
“You mean wedding planning?” I asked. “You bet your butt I do.”
“You don’t seem to be having too much fun from where I’m standing.”
“I’m not. I mean, I am. I mean, I don’t know.”
Tiger took his hands from my shoulders and sat back down. His expression made it clear that he wanted me to tell him just what was on my mind.
“When I was doing my internship last semester, I had a great time. I loved working with the clients, figuring out just what sort of weddings they wanted, and watching as everything came together. It’s what made me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was what I wanted to do.”
“But now …” said Tiger.
“But now, with my own wedding, I can’t seem to put the, I don’t know, distance between myself and it that I need. I’m just getting overwhelmed, and it’s stressing me the heck out.”
Tiger looked away for a second, and a little snort of a laugh left his mouth.
“Something funny about my terrible suffering?” I asked, giving his arm a playful swat.
“Nah,” he said. “Well, maybe a little.”
He flashed me a smile to let me know it was all in good fun.
“I was just thinking about how well your pops took the fact that I’d knocked you up. I mean, he took it well in time. And that got me thinking about how, back in the day, a dad would have been leading me down the aisle with a shotgun pressed into my back.”
“Shotgun wedding,” I said, a smile spreading across my lips.
“That’s right. And I’m thinking about how much easier that’d be. You know, just find a church, get the vows read, and be married, no muss, no fuss.”
The idea stuck in my head, and I looked away in thought. Hell, it didn’t sound too bad. Getting these damn flowers picked out and finalized would take the next week at least, and I still had to figure out invitations and dresses and food and—
“Let’s do it.”
Tiger looked up at me with a quizzical expression.
“Do what? Get your dad to threaten me with a shotgun?”
“No, silly,” I said. “Let’s just get married.”
Tiger raised his eyebrows. “You mean just like that?”
“Just like that.”
He got up from his seat and stepped over to the window, the evening lights of the city brilliant and bright.
“We do live in the marriage capital of the planet,” he said, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yeah!” I said. “I mean, I don’t want a big over-the-top wedding anyway. I just want it to be me, you, and Ethan. It’s the stuff after the wedding that I’m looking forward to.”
Tiger took my hand and lifted me out of my seat.
“Same here,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, baby. And all I want is to be your husband and to have you be my wife. And the faster we can make that happen, the better.”
“Then let’s not waste another second.”
Tiger and I threw on some nicer clothes, got Ethan ready to go, and headed out. By the time the evening was underway, he and I were strolling under the lights of the Strip, baby carriage in hand. We stopped in the first neon-strewn chapel we could find and let the chaplain know we wanted to get hitched right then and there. Preferably by a man in an Elvis costume, if available.
But as Tiger and I stood at the altar of the silly little chapel, I knew that I’d made the right call. When the minister finished up the ceremony, and Tiger and I kissed deeply, I was ready to begin this new chapter of our lives. And as he and I stepped out back onto the streets of Vegas, the streets of our city, I realized that I couldn’t wait to see what was in store for us next.
THE END
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Property of the Hitman: A Mafia Hitman Romance (Down & Dirty Bikers Book 1)
I bought her just to get a taste.
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I’ll let her go with her life intact…
But her body belongs to me now.
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I find out too late that Ford’s boss might be the devil himself.
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He thinks he owns me now.
Hell, he might be right.
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I was in some deep sh!t with some very dangerous men.
The fiery redhead escort is the only one with the skills to get me out with the clothes on my back and my skull intact.
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And suddenly, the tables turn.
She belongs to me now.
I grab the girl by the throat and let her know who her master is.
All I want to do is pay off my debt and disappear into the L. A. sunset.
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I can’t leave until I have it – and her – back in my hands again.
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He’s a savage beast with a vicious plan to use me.
He stole me for business.
Then he used me for pleasure.
My head is screaming at me to run for my life.
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egging for just one more night with the biker.
CHOPPER
Women are like chewing tobacco to me:
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The girl from the night at the bar was no different.
One night of brutal, violent f**king, and then I sent her packing.
