A Sinful Vow: Inked Angels MC

by Zoey Parker

  We looked each other in the eyes. It was always like this with Blaze—endless staring games, all these tense moments spent right across from each other, him just breathing slowly, me racking my brain while I tried to figure out what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes.

  I felt the weight of all the years I’d known him pressing down on me like a fist. All those years under his scrutiny while I walked past him, feeling observed and loving every moment of it. All those seconds at an altar when we traded vows; they hadn’t held any real meaning then, but there was something in Blaze’s eyes now that said something different.

  I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. But he raised a gentle hand and cupped me under my chin, pushing softly so that I had no choice but to gaze on the face that infuriated me and yet followed me through every steaming dream I’d ever had.

  I almost wanted to cry. Then his lips met mine, soft like a cloud, and I didn’t know what to think anymore.

  We kissed slowly and delicately. At first, just our lips mingled, hesitantly touching one against the other’s, letting the warmth of our mouths spread and build. Then he ventured the tip of his tongue out, parting my lips. I let him slip his tongue into my mouth and felt it with my own.

  Blaze’s hand slipped up under the edge of my shirt to wrap around my hips. It fit so perfectly and felt so right. I was powerless to resist whatever he wanted next. I was too worn down by everything—Luke’s plans, this crazy marriage, the long journey here, and the way the sun had ducked behind the horizon and cast a hazy purple light over everything. Nothing felt real, rather, it felt too real. I felt every sensation in me so perfectly defined. Rising above them all was the warm moistness between my legs, which grew and grew as Blaze kissed me and held me close to him.

  He pulled away for a moment.

  “I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he rumbled. “But it doesn’t matter. I want to be your first, to show you what it means to be taken. We’re going home right now, and we aren’t leaving until you’ve come a hundred times.”

  Instead of a reply, I put my hand on the back of his neck and drew his lips back to mine. His kiss was the only thing that made sense anymore. I needed it like water.

  We kissed hungrily. He worked his lips down my neck. I let my head fall back and moaned, letting everything out through that sigh. The sound echoed off the foothills that surrounded us, amplifying it, letting the world know that this man had reached into me and found a love and desire that I didn’t know I’d ever had.

  His mouth slipped down further and he suckled the tip of one breast. I let his tongue work over me and savored every moment. I felt my stomach churning with how badly I wanted him, and my thighs squirmed against each other. I had to feel him inside me.

  “Okay,” I whispered in his ear. “I want that. I want you.”

  Blaze hugged his arms around me and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved me slowly up and down. Our hips ground together and I relished how I could feel the heat emanating from his stiffening cock, trapped behind the zipper of his jeans.

  Our kissing had become wetter, sloppier, warmer. It wasn’t enough to have his mouth on one part of me. I needed it on my neck, my shoulders, my nipples, which were rising into peaks that screamed for more attention. I needed it on my waist and hips, up my thighs and delving into the secretive folds that had continued to moisten.

  With a soft swoop, he laid me on the sandy ground. I held his face to mine, unwilling to go for even a second without his tongue.

  All the desire I had been struggling to repress for days—no, for years—had come bubbling up and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to tamp it down again. Not that I wanted to. It felt too good when his fingers started toying with the edge of my shorts, darting up and back out, teasing me and stoking the fire in my pussy.

  “More,” I whimpered.

  He looked deep into my eyes as he tugged my shorts off of me and cast them aside. Without breaking eye contact, he extended one long, scarred finger and laid it on my slick opening.

  “I want you to come for me,” he commanded.

  “Teach me how,” I said back. I knew he would.

  The pad of his thumb began to work tender circles on my clit. His middle finger stayed hovering above my pussy. I bucked my hips into it, but he danced away, not yet filling me up the way my body demanded.

  I felt so hollow. Blaze’s touch inside me was what I needed to be full.

  I let loose another wordless moan into the twilight. His thumb moved faster. I pushed my hips hard against his hand, but again he pulled back. His eyes twinkled. He knew he was teasing me. I didn’t think I could handle waiting another second.

  “Beg for it,” he told me.

  I didn’t hesitate a moment before I pleaded, “Blaze, please. Make me come.”

  That was all he needed to hear. The finger he had been holding back from me slid in, eliciting a loud, involuntary gasp. I’d touched myself before, but only rarely, and it had never felt like this. I felt completely at his mercy, but there was a wide open freedom in being powerless to resist.

  I bit into his shoulder as he pulled in and out, in and out, panting louder and louder as he pushed, turned, twisted, and withdrew. The winding pressure on my clit was steadily pushing me towards the brink of a torrential orgasm like I’d never experienced before. I was almost, almost, almost there…

  And then he stopped.

  I wanted to cry. My hands seized his shoulders in desperation.

  “Please, I want so badly to come for you,” I moaned. “Please let me.”

  He shook his head. “No, not yet.”

  “Why not? Please, Blaze, it feels so good to have your fingers inside me,” I said again. I hardly knew who was speaking through my voice. Had this always been tucked away in me, just waiting for the right man to break down the barriers I placed on myself and let it loose?

  “No,” he said firmly. “When you come for the first time with me, I want you to be riding my dick, so that you’ll always remember you’re mine now.”

  His words took down the last of the resistance I had in me. He was right. I wanted to pull his cock inside me and feel myself clamp down on it while I came. I wanted that right here and right now, on this empty Mexican beach, so secluded that I could scream his name at the top of my lungs.

  “But you have to earn that,” he told me.

  I knew what he wanted. He rolled over in the sand, threw off his shirt, and pulled me on top of him. I laid tiny kisses down his neck and chest, letting my mouth trail down towards his jeans. I took one hand and stroked lightly on the outline of his dick.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured.

  I tugged off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. The tick of the zipper as it passed each tooth felt like the clank of a roller coaster as it pushed to the top to begin its hurtling ride. I felt the same budding anticipation deep in my hips.

  I pulled his jeans down far enough that his dick sprang to life, already hard and glistening at the tip with a drop of pre-come. I let my hands wrap around his girth. He was the perfect size to fit in the grasp of my two hands. The first slow pump brought a sigh of pleasure from his lips.

  I lashed my tongue against his head. My mouth encircled him and brought him in. The wetness of my eager mouth made it easy to bob up and down on his cock, from top to bottom, slowly and exquisitely. I cupped his balls with one hand and massaged gently as I sucked him. He twitched occasionally as I licked down the length. I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure I was feeling, to let him know how badly I wanted him.

  “I can’t take waiting anymore,” he growled after a few moments of letting me continue to work up and down his rod. “I need to get inside that pussy, now.”

  With hands roughened by the intensity of his need, he pulled me up so that I was straddling him. His cock bounced insistently against my thigh. I balanced on the balls of my feet and pushed up slightly, positioning him against my entrance.

 
; Then, with the slowest descent I could restrain myself to, I lowered down.

  Inch by inch, he filled me. The size of his cock stretched me to my limits, just short of pain. With my hips settled down against his and the entirety of his dick in me, I felt the fullness I needed.

  I began to rock back and forth, easing into it. Short bursts escaped from my lips as I pulled up, then dropped back down. I was dripping wet and the motion was so simple and natural. It was like I’d been waiting my whole life to get fucked like this.

  We began to move faster against each other. Blaze reached up a hand and stroked my clit as I bounced on his cock, exactly like he’d demanded. I arched my back and let my swaying tits catch the starlight. He gripped my hips, moaning.

  “Fuck, yes, baby,” he said. “Keep taking that cock all the way inside you.”

  The heat in my pussy had reached an almost unbearable level. I needed release. Blaze could sense me getting close. He redoubled the speed of his thumb on my clit, going faster and faster. I was riding as fast as I could. My hips slammed into his as his dick filled me, filled me, filled me.

  I was on the verge, on the edge, so ready to burst for him. Without a word of warning, he raised one of his massive hands and slapped me on the ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

  It was all I needed.

  I came thunderously, ricocheting back and forth with feeling that stretched from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my toes. My whole body squeezed like a single muscle. I could feel my pussy clamping down on his dick. I didn’t want to let it go, ever.

  I rode the feeling in wave after wave. It was like electricity, like a drug.

  I gasped. “Yes, yes, I’m coming for you. It feels so fucking good, Blaze.” I couldn’t help but moan his name again and again through lips that felt numb and quivering.

  My hands on his chest were trembling, but he wasn’t done yet. He flipped me onto my back so that he could piston into me from his knees. His dick drove even deeper into me, reaching places he had not yet touched.

  I was streaming with liquid need. My hands scrabbled to seize onto his so I could ride out the wave of the next orgasm. It almost felt like I would shatter as I came again, violently, right on the heels of the last.

  Blaze was relentless. He worked my clit as he continued to fuck in and out. His cock grew even harder as he approached his own climax. He thrust once more, and then let loose a roar as he emptied a monstrous load inside me. I felt my body swallow it all, not willing to waste a single drop of his come. My legs locked together, trapping him inside me while we came hard with each other.

  It took several long seconds before our breathing had slowed enough to be able to talk. Blaze looked at me hard.

  “I’m taking you back to the villa right now, and I’m not letting you go to sleep until you’ve come like that for me at least a dozen more times.”

  I shivered with anticipation as he took me in his arms and we set off for the building in the distance.

  * * *

  I lay on my back on the bed in front of him. I was naked, my knees pressed together. Blaze stood over me, his bare bulk roiling with the knotted tension of so many hours spent clashing against each other without release.

  I let my eyes roam over him, loving as I always did how he struck such a unique figure against a world that shouldn’t let men like him exist. Tattoos covered his muscle-bound arms and chest. The skull of the Inked Angels shone on his shoulder.

  Blaze was a contradiction in terms—exquisitely gorgeous, yet raw and brutal with muscle; a violent asshole and conqueror, yet so sensitive and tender that the tiniest stroke of his tongue on my clit could send me whirling into endless orgasms. He defied everything I had ever expected to find in a single man.

  “Open your legs for me, Liv,” he ordered, pointing towards where I hid my soaked pussy from his view.

  With one lazy hand, he stroked his cock, which stood ramrod straight, still wet with my juices. I licked my lips as I eyed it.

  I did as he asked, letting my knees slowly come apart from each other. Blaze’s eyes lit up when he saw how my thighs were streaked with his come and my moisture. It had barely been minutes since we’d returned from the beach, but even that wait was too long to handle.

  His tongue crashed into my slit, lapping up the physical representation of how much I wanted him to fuck me again. I threw my head back and let his name rip loose from my lips. My hands tangled themselves in his curls, begging him to go deeper and lick faster so that I could come again.

  “That’s right, baby,” he growled as he raised his head and watched me writhe in pleasure. “Come for me. Come for your husband.”

  He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. I buried my face in the pillows to stop from screaming as he put the tip of his manhood against me and then slammed his hips forward with a brutal wrench.

  I wanted it like this—savage, like an animal. I wanted to make him bellow as my tightening pussy milked him for all the come he could pour into me. His hands squeezed my ass as I rocked my hips back to meet his. I couldn’t get enough of him—I always wanted more.

  I kept whimpering into the pillow while Blaze made me his.

  This was my husband. We were bound by law, but now we were bound by this carnal entangling of each other. We were soaked in each other and I was loving every fucking moment.

  Blaze. Once the boy next door…now my husband.

  And here we were, fucking each other like the world depended on it.

  I lost track of how many times I came like that, with my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth tearing into the pillow, as Blaze pounded into me ferociously from behind. I had to lock out all other sensation and focus on his cock filling me up. It felt realer than anything I’d ever felt, like he was fucking into my very soul.

  Words dribbled out of my mouth like saliva. “Fuck…God…baby, please, more.” My throat was raw from begging for more of his cock.

  He laid into me a dozen more times before he came, too. I could feel his semen splash into me and I reached a hand back to pull him even deeper in my pussy, so that we could shake and tremor and come together.

  God, this was what I had always needed.

  He collapsed next to me, wearied from the effort of spilling inside me over and over. Even now, my pussy was brimming with his come. How could I have gone so long without this? Even just the minutes between orgasms was too much for me to wait. I couldn’t believe I’d survived twenty-two years without Blaze’s cock filling me up.

  “We aren’t going anywhere tomorrow,” he told me. “You and I, we’re staying right here. And I’m going to keep fucking you until neither one of us can walk.” He grabbed my face and planted a rough kiss on my lips. I bit his tongue, keeping it in my mouth, unwilling to let any part of him go.

  “I’m glad I’m the first man to ever have you,” he continued. “But you should know, I’m going to be the last one, too. ’Cause I’m never letting go of a pussy that does what yours does to me. I’m never going to get enough of fucking you, but I’m damn sure going to try.”

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, letting my tongue do all the talking. My hands stroked his abs as we fell asleep, exhausted from the hours of fucking.

  Right before we fell asleep, I heard him say something that almost made me come again without a touch.

  “You’re mine now, Liv. Forever.”

  Chapter 6: The Railing

  Blaze

  It shouldn’t have been different than anyone else, but goddamn, this was the best fucking I’d ever had in my life.

  Every single time was better than the last. I’d come a thousand times, emptied load after load into her wet pussy or her eager mouth, and we still came at each other hungrier each time, with hardly seconds in between. I wanted that pussy wrapped around my dick more than drowning men wanted air, and I knew she felt the same. Every time I sank my dick into her, I saw how her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands squeezing
mine until the knuckles went white.

  I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get sick of hearing her moan and gasp when she came, or how she squeezed her thighs together so hard to ride out the orgasm like she was afraid of getting thrown off it. I was in love with how she refused to let me pull out of her until I didn’t have anything left in me.

  It was incredible that I was still able to find new places inside of her that I hadn’t explored yet. I’d had her on her back, on her hands and knees, pressed up against a wall, and a million other contortions of our flesh smashed up against one another, but it was impossible to get too close.

  We were drunk on each other, unable to stay apart, unable to keep our hands and mouths from sucking and licking and biting.

  I woke up the next morning to her hand bringing my cock to her lips. She stared at me with big, round eyes as she took me into her mouth and sucked up and down, letting my cock stretch her cheeks to the absolute maximum. It felt so good, I wanted to come right then and there, but I knew that there was a long morning of fucking to go before I let loose another thundering shot of semen.