by Grey, Parker
After all, he’s not only the son of the accused, but he’s taken over as the president of the Iron Diablos. When he told me what he was doing, we got into a huge fight, but he swears that he wants to turn the club around and make it legit.
Or, at least, less illegal. No girls, no hard drugs. He told me that he took it over because they’re his family, and he wants to do right by them.
I don’t necessarily agree, but since I’m a woman, I’ve never been privy to the Iron Diablos, so I didn’t argue the point too much.
“You’ll be okay here, right?” I ask.
Isaac chuckles, his voice low and raspy.
“Don’t worry about me, little sister,” he says. “I can handle myself.”
Before I can answer, the door to the room we’re in — it’s the private back room of a very swanky steakhouse — swings open, and a waitress carrying a cake comes in.
I stare at it, three layers of frosted white, icing roses cascading down the front.
It’s beautiful. And I definitely didn’t order it.
“Is this… I don’t think—”
“We got it for you guys!” Ruby says, grinning from ear to ear. “I know you said you weren’t going to have a wedding cake to save money, but you have to. It’s tradition.”
Elias hands me a knife, and I stand as the cake is placed in front of me.
“You first, Mrs. Grant,” he says.
* * *
“Sweet Jesus,” Elias whispers above me. “Fuck, Mia.”
He’s got both hands in my hair and he pulls my head back, my lips slipping down his shaft as he pulls out of my mouth. I slurp along his shaft, licking and sucking and lavishing attention on the head of his cock even as he holds my mouth away from it.
“I’m gonna come in about thirty seconds if you keep that up,” he growls.
I reach out and grab the base of his thick cock. My fingers don’t quite reach all the way around it, and I give him a long, hard stroke.
“Let me taste you,” I murmur, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Please?”
I’m kneeling in front of him, still wearing the white lace lingerie I had under my wedding gown, complete with garter belt and corset. The second we got into the house I just about ripped his suit off and got on my knees in the front hallway.
Then I swallowed his cock while he groaned and grabbed my hair, taking control as he bobbed my head up and down.
I lean forward as much as he lets me, my tongue just barely reaching the very tip of his cock. I tease him, sliding it up and down the base, watching his chest heave under his unbuttoned shirt, his eyes closed.
“You never come in my mouth,” I murmur, my lips against the head of his cock. “Please?”
God, this is dirty, begging him to let me swallow him like this.
But it also feels right.
We’re married, after all.
“That’s because I’m not even close to done with you,” he rasps. “If I came now, I’d spoil all the fun of fucking you while you moan my name.”
He pushes my head back down and I swallow him once more. He slides into my throat and his fingers tighten ever so slightly in my hair when he does, his cock throbbing as he presses my nose to the short hairs at the base of his cock.
I’m so wet that I can feel a single drop of my own juices slide down the inside of my thigh. Without thinking I start touching myself, brushing my fingers along the lace of my panties, electric currents running through my veins at every whispering touch.
Elias pulls me back with an explosive groan, breathing hard. I reach for his shaft again but this time he catches my wrist and uses it to pull me to standing.
“I already told you what I’m going to do,” he murmurs. “I meant every word of it, Mia.”
With that he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp as my shoes both fall off, and he carries me into our bedroom, tossing me on the bed like I weigh nothing.
He pushes the rest of his clothes off before kneeling on the bed, in between my legs. I’m still wearing the lingerie, and his eyes crawl over me like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
“I can’t believe you wore this all day and didn’t tell me,” he says, running his hands over my white fishnets.
“I told you eventually,” I tease. “You might have ruined it otherwise.”
I wrap my legs around him, but he pushes them off, spreading me wide. He skims one thumb over the lace panties covering me, and my whole body shudders in pleasure and anticipation.
“You’re right,” he says, pushing his fingers beneath the white fabric. “If you’d told me before the ceremony, I’d probably have dragged you into the janitor’s closet in City Hall and fucked you against the shelves.”
He slides two of his thick fingers into me, his thumb massaging my clit. I moan and arch my back as he seeks out my pleasure spots.
“Then we’d have been arrested for lewd conduct instead of getting married,” he goes on, working me faster, harder. “So I guess you’re right. It’s good that you kept it a secret.”
He pulls his hand away, then licks his fingers off one by one.
“Because now I can fuck you long and hard without it going on my permanent record,” he growls.
In one quick motion he tears my panties off, tossing them aside, then grabs my knees and puts them over his shoulders. Before I can even think he’s already positioned at my slippery entrance, and then in one swift motion he sheaths himself in me.
I cry out, my hand knotting into fists on the comforter. Elias bends over me until I’m doubled in two, my thighs against my chest, and he’s fucking me as deep and hard as he can.
It feels amazing. I’m helpless in this position and all I can do is hang on and try not to come immediately, but it’s hard. It’s hard not to give in and fly over the edge when his cock is so perfect, when he fits me like we were custom-made for each other and he’s filling me up and hitting my pleasure centers over and over again, roughly and with no mercy.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, cock slamming into me.
“I’m yours,” I gasp out, the edges of my vision sparkling.
He keeps going, sending me spiraling upward.
“Tell me you’re mine forever,” he goes on.
“I’m yours forever.”
I’m going to come, no matter how hard I try not to. It’s just too perfect.
“How long?”
I hold my breath, stars in front of my eyes, holding onto the comforter so tight I might tear it.
“Elias,” I gasp. “God, make me come.”
“How long?” he growls.
I’m right there, at the edge, when he slows down the tiniest bit just before the orgasm takes me.
“Tell me how long,” he commands.
“Forever,” I whisper.
He slams into me one more time and I come screaming, black and white sparkles dancing in front of my eyes. Elias doesn’t slow down or stop for a single moment until my body is jolting and shaking, my skin flushed.
“Good,” he murmurs, bringing his face to mine. “I’m yours forever, too.”
He pushes my knees off his shoulders and kisses me once, long and tenderly, his throbbing cock still completely buried inside me.
“Now,” he murmurs, our lips still touching. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Another delicious thrill courses through my veins as I obey him, getting to my hands and knees on the bed. My pussy is already tingling again with anticipation and the desire for more.
God, I could do this all night. I’d be ruined in the morning but right now there’s nothing I want more.
There’s the quick sound of the bedside table drawer opening, and then Elias is steadying himself at my entrance again. He grabs my hair and slides himself in slow but hard, pulling me back against him until his hips smack against my ass.
I grunt, a sound of pure satisfaction coming from somewhere deep in my chest, and I lean back against him. I can feel my pussy muscl
es twitching, filled and stretched, already craving my next release.
He fucks me again. He fucks me just as hard and fast and deep as the first time, never letting go of my hair, keeping total control. I give in to him completely, moaning and fucking back, wanting nothing more than to be his perfect submissive plaything.
He fucks me until I’m close again, my breath coming in short gasps, and suddenly I feel something hard and slippery against my back hole.
Instantly, my toes curl. I hold my breath as Elias slips one finger into my ass, then another, and when I can’t hold back anymore, I moan explosively while he buries himself deep in both holes at once.
“That feels so good,” I whimper, shoving my hips back against him. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He just pulls my hair a little harder, sinks himself a little deeper.
“I promise not to stop,” he says, his voice pure deep gravel.
Then there’s a third finger, opening up my back hole and spreading me wider. I gasp, shaking with pleasure as Elias hammers away at my pussy.
“You like it when I fill you up and stretch you out like this, don’t you?” he asks, not stopping for a second.
“I do,” I moan. “Elias, make me come again.”
Almost the second I say that, it happens. The orgasm sneaks up on me and before I know what’s happening, I’m already moaning, face down on the bed, shouting Elias’s name into a pillow as he fills both my holes from behind.
When it’s over I can’t move for a moment, I’m so worn out, practically in shock. I take a deep breath and push myself up on my arms, but as I do Elias pulls out of me. He’s somehow still hard, and then he spreads my knees and I sink down onto the bed, a pillow under my hips.
I push myself up onto my elbows and look back at him, but he’s holding his cock in one hand, watching me as he kneels behind me, between my legs.
I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, when he grabs a bottle from the nightstand and spreads lube on his cock, pumping his monster twice, looking at me the whole time, and suddenly I know what he’s about to do.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Say it.”
Despite everything, I hesitate for a moment. I’m still not very good at talking dirty, but I take a deep breath.
I want him. I want him in every single way that I can possibly have him. I want every part of my body to belong to him.
“Fuck my ass, Elias,” I say.
I reach back and take his slippery cock, arching my back, and I guide it to my other hole as he wraps his hand around mine, his other hand grabbing my hips.
He leans in, rocking forward. I gasp as the head of his cock widens my back hole, pushing gently through the ring of muscle. I can feel everything: his throbbing girth in my hand, the thrill that courses through my veins.
We keep going, the two of us rocking together, working up a rhythm. With every movement he works his way farther and farther inside. He stretches me, taking me beyond where I ever thought I’d go, almost to the point of pain.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, suddenly, the head of his cock disappears inside me. My hand is still on his shaft, his wrapped around it, and Elias groans out loud. His cock stiffens even more, and he buries his face in my hair, his other hand tight on my hip.
“Don’t you move,” he growls, his breathing fast and hard. “You feel so good that if you move, I’m gonna come before I can fuck you properly.”
I bite my lip and swallow hard, not moving an inch, trying to make myself relax. I’m stretched wider than I’d ever imagined, the sensation utterly indescribable: there’s pleasure and almost-pain, the sheer anticipation of the unknown and the dizzying feeling of doing the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.
After a long moment, he starts moving again, his cock sliding slowly and smoothly into my ass. He hits nerve endings that I never knew existed, plowing me deeper and deeper, taking my breath away until at last he’s hilted inside me again.
There’s nothing else that feels like this. This is pleasure and longing wrapped up in total submission, the knowledge that Elias owns my body completely and can use it for pleasure however he wants. It’s knowledge that he can give me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever imagined, so much pleasure that I feel like my bones are dissolving.
We don’t talk. We just fuck like animals, moving together on pure instinct, pure desire. It’s slow at first but it doesn’t take long before it’s fast and hard, my body accepting more than I ever thought possible and loving it. It feels good in ways that I didn’t know something could feel good, pleasure right on the brink of pain.
I come, face down and shouting into the pillow again, only this time I don’t stop. One orgasm bleeds into the next and then the next like I’m riding an endless rollercoaster, rising and falling until I think my bones might shatter with the force. Elias fucks me slower, harder, his hands everywhere on me until at last he slows.
He buries himself inside me with an intense need I’ve never felt before, grabbing me and pulling me back and then he explodes, burst after powerful burst as he empties himself completely.
It takes us a long time to stop moving, momentum driving us forward until we collapse, exhausted. He pulls out and curls around me, his heavy arm over me as he nuzzles his face into my neck.
“I love you,” he says.
I’m still breathing hard, still reeling at what just happened. My brain feels fragmented in my skull, and it takes me a minute to collect myself.
“Even though I let you do dirty, dirty things to me?” I finally ask, my voice breathless.
I can feel him smile against my skin, and he snaps one garter lightly against my thigh.
“Especially because of the dirty things we do,” he says.
Epilogue Two
Elias
Another Year Later
I wake up to screaming.
It’s like being pulled from the bottom of the ocean and surfacing slowly, coming to consciousness little by little. The whole time I’m being dragged upward I’m hoping that the screaming will resolve itself and stop, and I can go back down to the murky bottom of sleep.
It doesn’t stop. If anything, the screaming gets louder, more insistent. Next to me, I feel Mia stir, slowly pushing the covers off as she rises.
I put a hand on her shoulder.
“I got it,” I say softly.
She just nods and sinks back onto her pillow.
I swing my legs out of the bed, my feet finding the cool wood floor. I pull on sweatpants and a bathrobe against the cold, then shuffle slowly to the bassinet on Mia’s side of the bed.
“Shh,” I say as I pick up our daughter, her tiny face contorted into an expression of total rage. “You’re okay.”
That doesn’t help the screaming, but I didn’t think it would. I pick her up gently and hold her to my chest, wrapping the bathrobe around both of us as I walk out of our bedroom, down the hall, into the farm house’s old living room with the big picture window.
Slowly, the crying fades into fussing, then whimpers. I try to sing her a lullaby, but I can’t remember one, so I sing her an old country song instead. The whimpering fades to small, short gasps, like she’s trying to catch her breath.
It’s been four weeks. Adelaide is unbelievably tiny, not much longer than my forearm, and so light I’m afraid she’ll float away. I keep singing, making up the words when I can’t remember them, and her breathing evens out.
Now she’s just watching me, wide awake. Everyone says that she looks like me, but I think she looks like her mom, so I tell her that as I rock her back and forth.
I tell her about the woods outside. I tell her about the owl I saw the other night outside this window, totally silent as it swept down to catch a field mouse. I tell her that sometimes there are deer and sometimes there are foxes, and she’ll probably see some of each when she gets older.
I don’t tell her that her grandfather is in prison or that her Uncle Isaac, whose arm
s she likes to fall asleep in, took over his biker gang. That’s all too advanced for a baby as small as her.
Little by little, she drifts back to sleep, safe and warm in her pajamas and swaddle. I walk back to our bedroom in the dark, carefully put her in the bassinet as I hold my breath.
It works. She stays asleep.
I shed the robe and get back in bed next to Mia, so sound asleep that she doesn’t even stir. I put my arms around her and then fall back asleep myself, listening to the soothing sounds of both my girls sleeping.
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I’m hard on my students.
All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved, good girl.
The kind of girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, begging with her big, wide eyes. Even though touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching college ever again.
But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.
Dominate her. Claim her. Make this straight-A student my dirty girl.
It’s just an innocent crush…
I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your teacher, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…
…and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.
I know I shouldn’t be paying these dangerous games with him. If we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.
Take me, professor. Make me yours.
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I’ve been obsessed with Ruby since the day I saw her.
I’m rough, rugged, and damaged. Ever since I got out of the Marines, all I’ve wanted is to be left alone on my mountain.
