by M. Robinson
I groaned into her mouth, “As much as I wanna fuck you on my bike again, I wanna break your pussy in our bed even more. Haven’t been with anyone else since you.”
Her mouth dropped open, caught off guard by my confession.
“Need to fuck you, babe. Claim you again. Then I’ll take my time wit’ you. Make sweet fuckin’ love to you all night long.” Kissing her one last time, I reluctantly placed her on the seat behind me.
She tried to hide the fact that she was beaming, but it was spread clear across her face, so she put my helmet on instead. Hoping I wouldn’t notice. I threw back the throttle and rode with my girl on the back of my bike.
Where she always fucking belonged.
I couldn’t believe he asked me to marry him, a random question that came out of nowhere. One minute I thought he was rejecting me, and the next he was asking me to be his wife. To spend eternity with him, making up for lost times.
Starting now.
It was all I ever wanted. He was all I ever wanted. We were lobsters that got lost at sea, but made their way back to each other. It didn’t take long for him to pull up in our driveway, speeding to get me home and into bed. The second he kicked out his kickstand, I threw the helmet off and maneuvered my way onto his lap again.
In his arms.
“I want you,” I moaned into his ear, kissing all along the side of his neck.
He growled, carrying me off the bike with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. The second his lips touched mine he growled again, parting them. Beckoning me to the same.
I did.
His hands were all over me. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most. I leaned into every touch, every sensation, every single filthy word that fell from his mouth. Anything he had to offer, I would take. He was mine. I was loving the thrill of what was to come, reaching for his belt before he even had the front door open. Knowing we were giving our new neighbors one hell of a show. I didn’t care.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
Every last part of him.
He eagerly moved his hips against my hands as I worked his button and zipper. Unable to get them off fast enough. Pulling out his long, thick cock, aggressively and urgently stroking it up and down while he opened the door.
“Fuck, Mia...” he breathed into my mouth, rushing in and kicking it closed behind us. Slamming it shut.
He walked us down the hallway as best as he could, but our ravenous bodies had taken control. My back hitting a few walls, sending picture frames flying to the floor beneath us. We were both spiraling in a frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. It didn’t matter how big of a mess we were making, just needing to get there as fast as possible.
He laid me on the edge of the bed, standing, hovering above me. Our mouth’s attacking one another’s while he pushed me down into the mattress. Taking what we both had been wanting.
What we needed.
Each other.
He tore open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere, crashing onto the floor with a ting sound. Not wanting to break our connection, not even for a minute. My bra was off within seconds, finally feeling his strong, callused hands roughly kneading my breasts as he sucked and licked all around my nipples. Causing my back to arch off the bed. Making me grip onto his neck, wanting him closer, and yet he still wasn’t nearly close enough.
I never stopped stroking his cock, licking my lips. Imagining I could taste him on my tongue. He roughly ripped off my skirt and panties like he couldn’t get them off fast enough.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue,” he breathlessly urged, immediately placing his face in between my thighs.
I didn’t even have time to blink before his tongue was pushing into my folds, swirling it into my opening.
“Oh, God,” I panted as he placed my thighs onto his shoulders. Angling my clit in a way that made me go mad with need.
My hands instantly went into his hair, tugging and pulling. Gripping onto it with every lick to my core. Watching as his face was buried in my most sacred area.
As if reading my mind, he opened his eyes to look up at me as he sucked my clit into his mouth. Instantly moving his head in a side-to-side motion, followed by a back and forth rhythm.
“Ah!” I yelled out, trying to catch my bearings. Releasing his cock, unable to focus. My chest heaved with every precise manipulation of his skilled tongue and lips. His mouth literally eating me alive. I watched him push two fingers into my wet heat, causing my legs to shake. Which only enticed him to finger-fuck me harder and lick me faster. Bringing me so close to the edge of ecstasy.
About to have the most intense orgasm of my life.
Through hooded eyes, I saw him start stroking his cock, thinking it was still one of hottest things I’d ever seen. He looked so primal and heady, moving his hand up and down. Making me yearn for it to be inside of me. That was my undoing. I came so hard, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched off the bed, again. My hands fisted in the sheets. I swear I saw nothing but stars.
I didn’t even have a minute to recover before he was pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots and pants. Throwing them onto the floor without so much as a second thought. He scooted me onto the center of our bed, the one we picked out together. It warmed my heart and soothed my soul, creating a throbbing need to have him claim me on it.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please...” I begged, swaying my hips against his cock as he grinned above me.
“Wanna piece of me?” he baited, and I readily nodded my head. My body tingled all over. Sending spasms straight down to my very being.
“I want your... that.” I nodded to it, blushing.
“Say it, Pippin. Wanna hear filthy shit come out of that sweet lil’ mouth of yours. Tell me...” He grabbed onto his dick again, stroking it, accentuating his abs and V muscles. “Tell me you want my cock.”
My eyes dilated, reaching for his shaft, but he intercepted had my hands pinned above my head, locking them in place by my wrists before I even saw it coming.
“Let me hear you say the words,” he whispered, kissing my lips.
“Please... I want your cock,” I repeated just for him.
He didn’t falter, in one swift thrust he was deep inside of me.
“Shit!” I instantly yelled out, causing him to suddenly freeze. “I’m not on the pill, Creed!”
“Yeah?” He relaxed, slowly thrusting in and out of me, savoring the moment. Making me inadvertently moan. “That mean you only ever gone raw wit’ me?”
“Yes...”
“Good.”
“But, I could get—”
“Shhh...” he ordered in between kissing me. “No shit, I know.”
I smirked, kissing him deeper and faster. He thrust into me harder and more demanding, his balls drenched from my wetness. Making me come so hard.
“That’s it, baby... just like that... squeeze my fuckin’ cock with your sweet, tight pussy. I ain’t ever get enough of.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room. My body shuddered. No one could ever touch me like he could, and I knew that from the moment he first put his hands on me.
I was his.
He didn’t stop, his hands moved to the sides of my face, caging me in with his arms. Feeling the weight of him on top of me as he continued to thrust in and out. Exactly how I wanted him to. I tried to keep his pace, barely finishing one release before another would hit.
“Keep comin’ on my cock, baby. Take what’s fuckin’ yours.”
“Creed....” I purred, breathless and gasping for air. Climaxing so intensely and long down his shaft, feeling like I couldn’t stop coming.
He made this roaring sound from deep within his chest as we both came together. Panting profusely, trying to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not pulling out from deep inside me.
“I love you.”
He looked deep into my eyes and spoke with conviction, “I fuckin’ love you, too, babe. You’re mine.”
We spent the entire day just like that, making love, wrapped up in each other. Ready for the future that included marriage and possibly...
A baby.
I grabbed my throbbing head before I even opened my eyes, moaning in pain.
“You alright, babe?” Creed asked, nuzzling against my neck while he wrapped his arm around my waist. Tugging me closer to him on our bed.
It had been six months since we got married and almost nine months since we got back together. We didn’t waste any time on getting hitched, having a small, intimate wedding out by the lake near my Uncle Austin’s house. It was just family and close friends. Mason was Creed’s Best Man, though I knew he wanted it to be his brother. Who never showed up. Mason and my dad both took the news of Creed and me much better than I had anticipated. I think after everything was said and done, they were both just beyond grateful for what he did for me.
Finding out the truth and putting an end to the danger.
Literally.
Giselle was my Maid of Honor, looking gorgeous in her soft pink dress. Although she said she wanted nothing to do with my brother, it didn’t seem that way to me. Creed said something about him walking in on them in some sort of compromising position. Whatever that meant. Last she told me, she was still dating that guy she brought to my birthday party. I knew Mason would always be head over heels in love with her, who knew what would come of them. Only time could tell.
Noah and Creed still weren’t talking, which was probably why he didn’t show up. Not that we expected him to. He did send a gift and a card with his mom, though. We hadn’t spoken since Creed and I got back together. I was giving him the space he obviously needed, even though it still hurt me that I was the cause of his pain. His mom told me he was doing fine. Her boy was strong, and at the end of the day...
All he wanted was for me to be happy.
And I was.
We said our vows under the willow tree, Creed found me at all those years ago. Swinging on my rope swing and fighting in the water. Which he threatened to throw me in, wedding dress and all, but my momma quickly put an end to that. Saying it would ruin my perfect gown, not to mention my hair and makeup that took hours to perfect.
Our wedding was the best day of my life.
“Mia Alexandra Ryder, I promise to always take care of you. Love you. Cherish you. Treat you like the queen you are in my life. For now and forever. And each day in between.” He leaned in, kissing me. Murmuring, “And I fuckin’ love you.”
“Ugh, please don’t move me. I might throw up on you,” I declared, my eyes fluttering open. Adjusting to the bright sun cascading into our bedroom from the sliding glass doors.
He chuckled, laying soft kisses along my collarbone and then down to my chest. “Shouldn’t have drunk so much last night.”
“I’m never drinking again.”
He took my nipple into his mouth while he fondled my other breast. “You got the most perfect tits,” he groaned, continuing his assault.
I didn’t even remember coming home after the initiation party for Creed’s new End of the Road MC. He had finally opened the doors with all his brothers. Most of them used to be Devil’s Rejects while others were new members.
“Creed?” I called out, looking down at him. “Am I naked?”
“Yeah.”
“Did we have sex last night?”
He grinned up at me. “Yeah.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my God! I blacked out and you still had sex with me?!”
“Yeah.” He nodded as if it was totally normal.
“Did I even wake up?”
He shrugged, still grinning. “Your pussy got wet when I finger fucked you, and you made some noise here and there. That’s all that matters.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What? I’m a man, Pippin. You were grindin’ your sweet, little ass on my cock all night. Bein’ fuckin’ adorable with your sloppy drunk ass. Took fuckin’ care of you. Not to mention when we got home, I had to carry your ass inside, cuz you passed the fuck out on the cab ride back. Laid you down on the bed, got ya some water, and made ya take some pain pills. Which apparently didn’t help since you still feel like shit. Imagine if I hadn’t made you take ‘em, though.” He smiled, starting to kiss along my collarbone again. “I took your clothes off and went to shower. When I came back you pulled all the sheets off you, your ass and pussy were perched up in the air. So I fuckin’ took what’s mine. Considered it my reward for bein’ such an amazin’ fuckin’ husband.”
“Unbelievable,” I breathed out, shaking my head. You literally had sex with me while I was passed out.”
“What?” he scoffed out. “You pissed that you missed out on my cock? You want some of me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll throw up on you. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise,” I mocked, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Naw, don’t you know that orgasms make everythin’ better,” he said in a husky tone, his lips kissing their way down my body.
“Next, are you going to tell me that if we don’t have sex your balls are going to fall off? Because I’m not fourteen anymore, I know that can’t happen now.”
“Who said anythin’ about sex? I’m fuckin’ starvin’, babe, wanna swallow you for breakfast. You gonna feed me, baby?”
I didn’t have time to answer before his tongue spread me open.
“Mmm...” I moaned, my eyes closing. Rolling to the back of my head for a whole different set of reasons.
“I want a baby girl,” he rasped, making me smile big and wide. He always did this, putting it out in the universe like it would magically come true.
“This isn’t the way to make that happen,” I sassed, as he sucked my clit into his mouth, moving his head side to side. “Ah...”
He gently bit down, and I squirmed. Pushing two fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch off the mattress. Hitting my sweet spot while he devoured me with his mouth.
“That feel good?”
My breathing hitched, and my legs trembled.
“Yeah?” He pushed harder and sucked faster.
It didn’t take long till my legs tightened so hard around his head, come running all the way down his face. He didn’t let up, savoring the taste of me against his tongue, swallowing all my juices like I was his favorite meal. He kissed my clit one last time and made his way back up my body, wiping my come from his mouth with the back of his arm. Only stopping when he was fully on top of me. Caging me in.
“Feel better?”
“Maybe.”
“I always take care of my girl.”
“Are you trying to get in right now?”
“Depends.” He kissed my lips. “You gonna let me in?”
“I’m surprised you’re asking. Considering you took what you wanted last night.”
“I take what I want every night and mornin’ too, but I’m tryin’ to be a gentlemen cuz you ain’t feelin’ good.”
“You? A gentlemen?” I teased. “Oh, come on... you’re a lot of things, but a gentleman definitely isn’t one of them. More like barbarian and part caveman maybe.”
“Is that right?” he rasped, positioning his dick at my entrance, and in one thrust he was balls deep inside of me.
I sucked in air while his lips parted against mine. “Do you feel me inside you?” he growled into my mouth.
“Yes,” I panted, trying to keep my eyes open for him, knowing he loved it when I did.
“I wanna make a baby girl with you.”
I beamed. “We could be makin’ one right now.”
He paused, taking in my words. Cocking his head to the side, waiting for me to continue.
“I’m ovulating so—”
He slammed into me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Angling my leg higher on his side, trying to get as deep as he could. Roughly taking what was his. Our mouths never stopped kissing, even
though we were both panting profusely, desperately trying to cling onto every sensation of our skin-on-skin contact.
I felt myself start to come apart, and he was right there with me. Always so in tune with my body, knowing it better than I did. He thrust in one last time and came deep inside of me. Planting his seed, hoping it would grow. Not moving for one single second once he was done.
“There’s my girl,” he growled into my mouth. “You gonna give me a baby girl, yeah?”
I smirked. “Not up to me. I just bake it. You’re the one who needs to put something in my oven.”
In one swift motion, he flipped me over so I was now on top of him. His cock still deep inside of me never once pulling out. “I’ll spend all day puttin’ my seed inside of you. It’s where it fuckin’ belongs.”
And he did.
When Mia finally made her way back to me, I never in a million years thought I’d ask her to marry me right then and there. It just randomly flew out of my mouth, like saying I love you. I had zero regrets, though. It was the best thing I had ever fucking said.
I needed to do right by her, and by that it meant I needed to ask her old man for permission to marry his daughter. Even though I technically did it ass backward, asking her first instead of him. That was our little secret in the heat of the moment. He didn’t have to know that. I prayed to God that it would go over well. I figured this way he wouldn’t give me too much shit when I moved her clothes out of her room that weekend. I was over the bullshit of not having her in my bed every night. We had missed so much time together, I planned on making up every last minute with my cock, in our bed.
At that point, we had been back together for about a month. They knew about us, and to my utter disbelief, they were okay with our relationship.
“Come in,” her dad announced after I knocked on the door to his office at their house.
Mia was in class all morning. I waited until I knew she wouldn’t be around. We said we were going to tell them together when the time was right, but I wanted to make sure she knew I respected her parents. That things were different now.
That I was different.
