"Hum," she moved the sheet aside. "I seem to remember something about you becoming my personal sex toy while you were here."
My eyes flew open in time to see Bailey lower her head as she lowered her sweet mouth down my dick. The feel of her hot mouth surrounding me pulled a long groan out of me, "Fucking hell," I muttered, laying my head back and enjoying the moment. She moved her mouth up and down my dick, using her tongue to explore the bulging veins lining it. I nearly lost my load when she rimmed the head before burying the tip of her tongue inside the slit. She sucked out the cum that had gathered there.
"Jesus Christ!" I roared, arching up until my dick was jabbing the back of her throat. "You have a talented mouth, baby." I lowered my hand to her head, guiding her, and my other hand reached out to find the edge of her boy shorts. I felt her wetness before I’d even reached her pussy, and then I was flicking my finger over the seam of her soaked folds.
Her moans echoed throughout the room, and then her heavy breathing joined mine. She had a hand on my balls; I had two fingers sinking inside her heat. Her mouth was moving up and down my dick while her other hand worked closer to the root. I used my thumb against her clit, feeling her twitch uncontrollably. Our hips gyrated into the pleasure that we were giving each other. After a few minutes though, it wasn't enough.
Not enough roughness.
Not enough contact.
Not enough rubbing.
"Get the fuck up here and sit on my dick," I growled savagely, pulling Bailey up by the hair. My fucking heart felt as if it were about to explode out of my chest, and I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock. No fucking condom. I had to have her bare. I'd pull out when the crucial moment came, but right this second I wanted to slide into her tight little body, flesh on flesh.
She complied without complaint, climbing onto my body, moving her boy shorts aside and positioning her dripping cunt over my glistening dick. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down, penetrating her swollen folds in a single plunge. She caught her breath, falling forward with her hands on my chest. I didn't give her time to adjust to my brutal possession. Clenching my teeth, I began fucking her like a savage beast laying claim to his mate.
There was nothing like the feel of fucking a woman bare except for the orgasm that eventually followed.
"Moody—"
I heard the slight caution in her voice, but I was too far gone to heed it. "Take it," I ground out, lifting my body so high that my ass left the couch. I angled Bailey so that my dick brushed over her clit with each stroke. She felt so fucking hot, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together revealed just how wet she was. Once the rhythm was set, my hands traveled up her body beneath her cropped top to grab her magnificent tits. I massaged the heavy mounds and pinched her extended nipples.
"Yes!" she cried out, beginning to meet my body when I thrust upwards.
My dick was being squeezed tightly between her swollen folds. I couldn't remember the last time I’d let a woman ride me, much less face me when I fucked her. I hadn't wanted the connection it presented when eye contact was made. Women tended to get all weird and shit when you were fucking them, they thought we were something special, and confused pleasure with love. I'd just wanted to get off.
Plus, I liked fucking women from behind.
I squeezed Bailey’s tits, leaning up so that I could take one in my mouth. I ran my whiskered face back and forth between them, nibbling her tender flesh, and rolling her nipples on my tongue until Bailey was gasping and trembling wildly. Her nails curled into my flesh. I grabbed her long hair around my hand and dragged her face down. "Squeeze that cunt around my dick, baby," I growled, just before taking her mouth.
She moaned loudly, opening to me instantly so I could fuck her mouth with my tongue. I ground mine against hers, and took my fill of her warm mouth. I swallowed her sweet whimpers, pulling back enough to take her bottom lip between my teeth and chewing on it before releasing it. She retaliated by sucking my tongue into her mouth. Jesus, there was a fucking inferno inside me, and I felt my orgasm building in my balls.
"Moody!" Bailey cried out when our mouths parted. We were both panting heavily. "Fuck, you feel good inside me!"
A rough laugh rolled up my throat. "You're fucking mine, Bailey." Fuck, what was I saying? I regretted the words as soon as they'd left my mouth. I needed to keep my mouth shut.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder, Moody! Fuck me faster!"
If I fucked her any harder or faster I'd send her through the ceiling, but her desperate pleas urged me to switch our positions in a fast and experienced move, and then I was fucking her into the cushions.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "So…good…so…good."
I reached for her thin top and tore it open with one violent tug, exposing her bouncing tits. "I want to watch your tits while I fuck you," I growled, picking up my pace. My gaze remained glued to the fleshy melons, watching their movement every time I slammed into Bailey's body. "Damn, baby, they're fucking beautiful."
She reached up, running her hands all over my body, up my arms, over my shoulders, and down my back. The sting of her biting nails as she gripped my ass drew a ragged groan from me. My dick swelled even more, and I knew I was about to come unglued.
"Kiss me again, Moody!" Bailey pleaded, "I'm going to come!"
I slammed my lips down on hers. Her body clamped down on my dick, and I crossed over the point of no return. I groaned. She moaned. Our mouths worked furiously together as we both strived for dominance. It amused me that Bailey thought that she could take control, especially when we were both about to explode. She almost had me, though, when she bit down hard on my bottom lip until I tasted blood. It was the kind of pain that I fucking welcomed.
Her scream died against my lips as her body convulsed with release. I entered her one last time, burying my dick as deeply as I could go. The tightness in my balls exploded on a ripple of intense pleasure, and then I was grunting out my orgasm. The relief of pressure in my balls was instant and gratifying. My dick pulsed with every stream of cum that unloaded inside Bailey. I kept coming and coming, and soon I felt my seed leaking out where our bodies were joined.
Bailey collapsed against me before I finished ejaculating, breathing so hard that I had a moment of worry. I could feel the fierce pounding of her heart against mine. Every twitch of my body caused more cum to escape my dick, and she must have felt it, too, because it drew a tiny whimper from her.
"Fuck," I said when I could, still feeling my dick pulsing inside her. The blood was pounding in my ears, and the inferno inside me slowly cooled to something less life threatening. I couldn't recall ever coming that hard. I was depleted, totally worn out by one little woman. Christ. What I was feeling right then was good…but it wasn't.
I quickly reversed our positions, though, so that I wouldn't crush her. I settled back with her on top of me. She released a slight sound of protest, but that was all. I wrapped one arm around her body to keep her from rolling off onto the floor. I was surprised to find that I liked her weight against me. Her naked tits were smashed against my chest, and our loins were still joined. Her head was in the crook of my neck and shoulder, her arms loose against me.
I could tell by the shallow steadiness of her breathing that she'd fallen asleep. I listened to it for a while before closing my eyes and following suit.
Chapter 25
Bailey
I woke slowly to the sensation of something twitching inside of me, a light flutter of movement that radiated pleasure in gentle ripples throughout my body. At first I thought that I was imagining it, I had to be, and yet the subtle movement inside my body caused my womb to pulse with pleasant awareness. I'd never felt anything like it before. It dragged a breathy sigh of contentment from me as my lower body pulsed around whatever it was that was swelling and hardening inside me. I found my hips moving to keep the feeling from fading.
A deep animalistic sound vibrated beneath me, causing my eyes to bolt open. In an instant, I understo
od everything--the heartbeat of the hard chest that I was resting upon, the warmth of solid muscles beneath my cheek and the powerful arm curled around my waist; a large, callused hand caressing the cheek of my ass over the boy shorts I was still wearing; and the feeling of my bare breasts against warm, unyielding flesh.
I was lying between Moody's muscular thighs and his cock was nestled inside me, growing by the second. Holy shit! It dawned on me that I'd fallen asleep on him after we'd fucked the night before. And he'd let me? That was surprising in itself, considering that the other times that we’d been together he hadn't been able to get away from me fast enough. Gradually, other thoughts began to occur to me.
We fucked facing each other.
And another thought.
He came inside me.
And another more ominous thought.
He didn’t wear a condom!
What did this all mean, besides the fact that I could be pregnant now? Shit, what had we done? I felt panic rising, but it was overshadowed by the arousal flowing like a slow running brook through my body. What was this man doing to me? I could no more stop my muscles from clenching around his hard flesh than I could stop breathing to survive. I whimpered, helpless to resist. He groaned low, pulling out and then thrusting back in again.
"Oh, God," I moaned, shaking wildly. What a way to wake up. "This isn't happening," I murmured more to myself than to him.
"It's happening, baby," Moody rasped into my curls.
"I've--I've never woken up with a cock still inside me from the night before." I began to meet his thrusts. I couldn't help myself, it felt so fucking good. Slow. Pleasurable. Satisfying.
"Get used to it," he said, surprising me.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes. His hard face was stamped with the signs of a peaceful sleep mixed with arousal. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm claiming your ass, Bailey. No more dancing around each other when we both know we want each other. It means I'll fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want, and you'll like it, too." His thrusts turned harder. "It means this."
Without warning Moody flipped me over, and then he was entering me from behind. Hard. Rough. Balls deep. And as he fucked me without control, his hand was at my pussy torturing my throbbing clit. This was about taking our pleasure hard and fast, and I came undone with a scream into his pillow, twitching and convulsing wildly. Moody followed soon after, grabbing my hips and grinding into me until he grunted and climaxed. I was still in the throes of coming when I felt his hot cum splash inside me. He held me tightly against him, his cock filling my pussy with his seed. In some part of my foggy brain I registered that he was coming inside me without a condom again, but it was too late to do anything about it now.
All I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Moody had total control over my body. His hot breath scorched the back of my neck where he panted through his release. Sweat dripped from his hair onto my skin, rolling over my shoulder in a trail that tickled.
When he finally came down, he arranged us so that we were spooning. I had to wonder if it was because of the narrowness of the couch, because Moody wasn't the cuddling type. I didn't question it though, deciding to enjoy the warmth and hardness of the man behind me. What felt even stranger was when his cock finally slipped from my body. I felt wet and messy between my thighs, but the emptiness was unwelcome.
After a few minutes of relaxed silence, I murmured, "You didn't use a condom."
Moody grunted. "The first time I forgot."
"And the second time?"
"I remembered how fucking good it felt fucking you bare, and decided I wanted to do it again."
A half-snort, half-laugh escaped me. "It did feel good, better than good, but I, ah, I'm not on anything," I finally managed to get out.
It’s amazing how still someone can get when they were already still. I waited for his reaction, wondering what he was thinking.
"Is that going to be a problem?" his gruff voice questioned.
I knew what he was asking, and I wasn't going to lie to him. "It could be."
Time slipped by in which neither of us said anything. I could hear Moody's breathing behind me as I stared at the pictures on the wall opposite the couch. One was a Thomas Kinkade that I'd purchased at an auction to benefit disabled vets.
As the silence continued I felt compelled to say, "If--if a pregnancy results from this, don't worry, I--I—"
Suddenly Moody moved, and I found myself flat on my back with him half on top of me. His jaw was taut. The look in his eyes captured and held mine prisoner. "If that happens, we'll deal with it. And just so there are no misunderstandings, there will be no abortions."
"No! I would never!" I rushed out; a little shocked that he'd even think that. The intensity of his expression revealed how strongly he felt about it. I wondered if he was remembering the son he'd lost, and my heart hurt for him. I couldn't imagine the pain he must have gone through losing a child.
Staring into his eyes, why did I have the sudden urge to touch him? I reached up, placing my palm against his hard, whiskered cheek. I could tell instantly that touching Moody like this made him uncomfortable. A muscle leapt beneath my palm.
"What the fuck you doing?"
He honestly didn't know.
He didn't pull away, though. I smiled at the frown between his brows. "I'm just touching you," I stated. "What makes you such a hard, angry man, Moody?" I felt that I knew the answer to that, but I wanted to hear it from him.
"Life," he growled, leaning down and taking my mouth. His kiss was like the man--hard, and filled with angry passion. But then he gradually gentled, surprising me, lessoning the pressure into a slower, more sensual exploration that stimulated the senses. "Don't try to figure me out, Bailey. I'm hard because life made me that way. I learned a long fucking time ago not to have any expectations other than to hope I’ll go on to breathe another day."
That was sad, but I couldn't bring myself to say the words. A lump had formed in my throat, and I blinked back the tears that wanted to come.
"You feel up to going for a ride?"
"Where?"
"The Desert Devils’ clubhouse. They're holding a family cookout today."
I was instantly excited about seeing Holly. "Yeah, that sounds like fun."
"When you're ready we'll head out." His eyes shifted down to my semi-exposed breasts.
I glanced down to see that my nipples were hard and pointing directly up at Moody. They were covered by the torn edges of my shirt. His hand moved up my body, under the material, and wrapped around my breast. I caught my breath when he leaned down and took the peak into his mouth. He lavished it with his tongue, and ended by tugging on the nipple and releasing it with a pop.
"Go get ready before we spend the day on this fucking couch." He leaned back so that I could get up.
I felt his eyes following me and resisted the urge to reach back and tug my shorts down. The bathroom was my destination. I got a quick shower and then dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with cutouts in the shoulders. I applied a little makeup to cover the faint bruise on my cheek, and tried to do something with my hair. The curly mop was untamable, and I ended up pulling as much of it back as I could and pinning it up with a large barrette.
I could hear Moody moving around in the other room as I went to my bedroom for shoes. As I was searching through the back of my closet for an old pair of black ankle boots I heard my phone buzz from the top of my dresser. I grabbed the boots and snatched up my phone before sitting on the end of the bed.
"Hello?" I unzipped the side zipper on one of the boots.
"Hello, Bailey."
I froze in the process of unzipping the second boot. Martin's was the last voice I'd expected to hear. I cursed myself for not checking my phone before answering it.
"Martin."
"Did you find that SD card for me, or are you in hiding with your lovely friend Holly and hoping that I go away?" He sounded so friendly and normal, and that was the most fright
ening thing of all. "I know that you had something to do with her rescue, so don’t deny it."
I swallowed hard, looking nervously around my room, as if he might be there hiding somewhere. He couldn't hurt me over the phone, and Holly was safe. I had nothing to be afraid of. "Why should I deny it?" I asked proudly, hearing the strength in my voice. "And you might as well kiss that card goodbye, because someone else stole it."
His laugh didn't hold any real humor. "You expect me to fall for that bullshit? There aren't coincidences that fucking big."
I was losing patience. "Then find it yourself!" I hissed. "Moody knows the whole story, Martin. So if I were you, I'd disappear back into the hole you crawled out of and never come back. He's not a very tolerant or forgiving man." Maybe I shouldn't have warned Martin away but if he left I could go back to a somewhat normal life.
I heard his harsh breath before he said, "You're warning me? I didn't know you cared."
"I don't!" I snapped. "Only the lowest kind of bastard would kidnap women and threaten to kill them—"
Martin interrupted me, but it was the sight of Moody appearing in my doorway that I was focused on. He'd probably heard me talking to someone. In a flash he drew his own conclusions, either from instinct or good guesswork, and he walked further into the room with his hand outstretched. I handed over my phone without hesitation, glad that he was going to deal with Martin.
As he listened to whatever Martin was saying, I watched the muscles in Moody's jaw work, and his mouth tighten into a straight, unyielding line. Black eyes remained glued to mine, sharp and gleaming like polished onyx. He was furious, and growing more enraged by the second. The entire time that Martin spoke Moody listened, not saying a single word. Not even when the call had ended. He held my phone down to me where I still sat on my bed.
"You never did get around to telling me what you remembered about the night you were almost kidnapped," he said, surprising me. It was as if the phone call with Martin hadn’t happened.
I thought for a minute, until it came back to me. "Oh, yeah, something one of those bikers said when they had me out back of the bar." I tried to recall the exact words. "He said, ’He wants her alive.’" If that tidbit interested him, he didn't show it. "What was Martin saying?"
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