by Sophia Gray
Pressing a hard, wet kiss on her mouth, he traveled to Teresa’s ear. “Is there something you want in particular?”
Teresa almost groaned. She heaved, agitated, choking a whimper when Vance caught her earlobe between his lips. “I think you know what I want.” She wheezed, eyelashes fluttering.
Vance's hand squeezed, pressing harder against her. Teresa didn’t take that very well, groaning at him. “I want to hear it, just to be sure,” he stated firmly, his demand almost drowned out by her sensual moans.
Teresa felt the heat coiling up and down her belly painfully. Even so, she complied without further complaints. “Touch me,” she said throatily, and a smug smile crossed Vance’s face.
Not wanting to extend her agony, Vance straightened a bit, back arched slightly backward, and his hands reached for the fly. He slid it down and opened the single button. With a gentle jerk, he drew the jeans lower – which only left the remaining piece of lingerie in his way. Before getting underneath, he gave her throbbing cunt a few playful brushes with his fingertips, smirking proudly at the noises that Teresa produced. She was already very wet and moist, dampening the fabric of her panties.
She was muttering a couple of swear words under her breath, without breaking visual contact. Both her hands hung onto the headboard's bar over his head, making every muscle from her upper body stretch beautifully, as her breasts bounced with every bump. Vance was enthralled by the visual, the spent look of Teresa’s eyes, the pout on her mouth as she gasped, silently begging for more.
Dragging down the pair of lacy underwear he finally freed Teresa from the restraining pressure. She let out a sigh of relief, followed by more wailing, muffled sounds as Vance started to press his fingers against the swallowed bud between her folds. Curling up his fingers around it, he grazed it with an unhurried cadence, tracing the flesh and caressing between the folds, teasing her entrance. It was already so slick, and her body was covered in glinting sweat under the dusky lighting.
He teased and stroked diligently, his stare moving from Teresa’s wanton expression to his fingers almost buried inside. Her mouth kept drawing out the lewdest noises to ever grace Vance’s ears. He ventured one finger inside of her, and she panted strenuously as he rubbed the clit with his thumb.
He hushed Teresa by placing his free hand over her mouth, muffling the string of moans and whines. He could still feel her quivering under his touch from the pressure he added to his strokes, her hips jerking up and down a bit more. Teresa shoved his hips against him, looking desperately for more friction.
He was starting to feel really in need of some relief, his erection bringing a mix of pain and pleasure inside his trousers. Teresa whimpered when he left the job half-done, and she threw Vance an enraged glare before she noticed what was happening. With a quick movement, Vance managed to open up his own trousers and took out his cock, rubbing it gently to ease some of the mixed pain.
As if the sight had surged something inside of Teresa, she suddenly reached for him and helped Vance with a few, lazy strokes along his dick. He bit back a groan, biting his cheeks, shaking and thrusting his hips inadvertently.
He rewarded Teresa with a tight squeeze inside her cunt, rubbing at the precise spot that drove her crazy. His thumb rubbed at the sensitive bud, satisfied to hear the undone noises and the vibration they produced on the palm covering Teresa’s mouth. It didn’t last long because, with a cheeky smile, Teresa grabbed his hand and moved it slightly aside – enough that she could start sucking Vance’s thumb fervently.
The image was filthy, and it sent shivers through his body.
Soaking his hand in her slickness, Vance shifted his position, straddling Teresa so that he had better access to her. Teresa nibbled at his thumb, and Vance placed one more finger inside, crooking them as Teresa sucked, enthralled. It wasn’t as useful to tone Teresa’s moaning down, but it helped to keep her in check.
Teresa rested her left hand on Vance’s thigh, digging her nails into his skin. It was another pleading hint, and Vance stopped the teasing. He trapped his cock with one hand, leaning forward while his other hand worked inside of her. Their hips started to rock at the same time, while Vance’s fingers pumped up and down – and it was so, so good.
When he removed the hand, there was a moist trail of her wetness, and he knew he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up, angling their bodies so he could stroke the tip of his dick over Teresa's slippery entrance, but without entering.
She moaned more as he fucked her with only his fingers. The first wave of an orgasm surged through her, and Vance watched as her body vibrated and trembled. He kept touching himself, not enough to make it all end soon. But watching her like this was enough to bring him to the edge, so before she could finish recovering from the climax, he grabbed onto her ass.
With a swift and quick move, he managed to roll her body with her assistance once Teresa was able to process what he wanted to. She was lying on her fours on the mattress, and Vance traced the edge of her entrance when she propped her ass up, resting her face on the pillow.
She was dripping, so he hurriedly placed the tip of his dick inside, and with a single thrust, he buried himself inside of her. A high-pitched yell came from his mouth, feeling her hot and stretching around his length deliciously, followed by both their frantic panting.
Grasping at her waist and admiring the view of their connected bodies, the curve of her ass so inviting, he fucked her desperately. His pounding became faster and faster, and she arched her body so she could take him fully.
He looked up to see the back of her head, her shoulders strained as she helped herself up on her forearms. With a wicked smile, Vance bent down, and his hands traveled from his hips to her abdomen, rubbing circles and eliciting a string of strangled moans from her.
He kept rocking against her, his cock pounding harder into her. In one thrust, Vance moved his hands up and cupped both her breasts, which kept bouncing as they increased their pace.
Brushing his fingers over her hard nipples, he pinched and stroked, bringing more moans out of her mouth as she kept trying to catch a breath. In reply, she felt tighter and tighter around him, almost too hot to be bearable. Vance scattered quick kisses and licks all over her spine, while his hips thrust into her and his hands massaged her boobs, kneading lazily.
After some more bucking and pumping, Teresa came with a strangled noise for the second time; Vance followed soon after, the orgasm hitting him powerfully, as he came, giving his last desperate thrusts into her. Their breathing was labored and frantic, but soon were panting less and less and settling for a rhythmic pace as their lungs found much-needed air.
Teresa collapsed onto the mattress and lay rigid as the last remnants of the orgasm waved through her body. He withdrew from her, shuffling to his side to lie next to her. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he started brushing his fingertips gently in small circles. He gave her a drowsy smile. He was smitten with her, and his pupils dilated when she rolled onto her side, naked and rosy around the cheeks, her breasts still pinkish from his touches.
Chuckling, he yanked her by the ass so that they were lying flush against each other, amongst their sweat and pools of blankets. They were still warm and sticky from the sweat, but Vance didn't care; he loved being close to her in the moments after they made love, especially when it was this rough and intense.
Cupping her cheek, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and pressed a soft, tender kiss on her moist, swollen lips. She let out a string of laughter when his hand moved up to an especially ticklish spot in the middle of her back.
Teresa traced her fingers over his abdomen and gave a few light strokes to his spent cock, nibbling at his lips. He slipped his tongue into her hot mouth and rolled on top of her languidly.
She blinked from below, then smirked playfully. Vance took that enticing expression and wiped off her smug smile with another kiss. In given time, he would surely show her again how much she drove him
crazy, and he wanted to spend the rest of his days doing so.
“I will be with you forever,” he promised her, and in her eyes, he saw that she finally believed him.
Epilogue
Teresa & Vance
Years had passed since they had gotten married and their greatest adventure had begun. They were close to celebrating their fifth anniversary as a married couple, and Teresa could not be happier. She had finished school and, with her degree, she started a cooking course that took her two years to finish.
Now she was working at her new job: a restaurant of international cuisine. She and Vance had named the restaurant Blazing Ovens, in an ironic reminder of the way they had met years ago. Vance helped with the business from time to time, when he had a free day from work. He was still working at the carpenter’s workshop, but he was now in charge of the business: the owner had retired and handed it over to him. They couldn’t have been happier with their jobs.
Teresa looked at her restaurant, sliding a hand over the wooden counter. Vance had made all the furniture for the place in a dark shade of oak that she loved.
She had given up volunteering in the Silver Spoons for Charity regularly and now focused on her own business and the humanitarian efforts they did at the Red Butterfly. However, she would go to the charity kitchen from time to time to lend a hand, and she would send someone every day with the leftovers from her restaurant, so they would not go to waste and the kitchen could cut expenses a bit.
The bell over the door rang, and Teresa looked up to see Vance walking in. She had just finished closing the business for the day.
“Hello, beautiful,” Vance said with a kiss. “Let me help you.” He took the broom away from her and swept the floor dutifully.
Teresa chuckled and headed to the cash register to count the earnings for the day. Together, they finished in no time and closed the restaurant. They would be closed for a couple of days; they had planned a trip and were leaving that night.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Vance asked her, concerned. When Teresa had told him where she wanted to go, he did not complain. If she wanted to go there, then he would go with her. As he had told her many years ago, he would go anywhere she told him to. But he was worried this time: he did not know whether it was a good idea to go there.
“Yes. I am ready,” she replied.
Vance already had the motorbike packed and waiting outside. Teresa had asked him to pick her up at work, in case she changed her mind when she went home. So, he hopped on his bike and Tess jumped on behind him. Putting their helmets on, Vance started the engine and Teresa wrapped her arms around his waist before they took off.
The streets passed in a blur and soon they were driving in the open country. Teresa’s heart was beating fast against his back, and she felt her stomach twitching anxiously. She was sure that was the right thing to do; she was ready for it, but it was still painful.
During the hour-long ride, she tried to relax by watching the scenery; the city lights passed by them like shooting stars on their sides. When Vance finally pulled over, Teresa took a deep breath before removing the helmet and stepping off the bike. She looked up at the sign in front of her and grabbed Vance’s hand. Together, they walked in and roamed about until they found what they were looking for: a tombstone.
Jimmy Love’s tombstone was in a far-off part of the graveyard, with clear signs of abandonment. It was the first time Teresa visited it, and it was clear that no one ever did. She was not surprised: her father had not cared about anyone, so why would people care about him in death?
Nevertheless, she had finally felt it was time to pay his grave a visit and let go of all the anger that she always held against him. She kneeled in front of the stone, and Vance’s hand rested on her shoulder, silently guarding her.
“Thank you,” she said out loud, feeling a bit silly at the beginning. “I don’t know where you are now, but wherever it is, I want to thank you. Your wicked ways brought me something good in the end. You brought Vance to me, so for that, and the life I have today, I thank you. I forgive you,” she whispered, then slowly rose. Vance squeezed her hand in support.
That was the first and only time she visited her father’s tombstone, and she never thought about him again. Together, as husband and wife, Vance and Teresa rode to the hotel and spent a couple of days in their old hometown for the last time.
Then they rode back home, where they remained for the rest of their lives, living in peace and happiness. A couple brought together by lies, learned to trust one another through their trials and remained strongly in love for the rest of their adventures together.
THE END
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HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE: Grim Rebels MC
I was his prey. Now, I’m about to be his bride.
I’ve spent years running from my past.
But there’s no running from the bad boy with my name on his list.
He’ll either drag me back into the underworld I escaped…
Or force me to the altar to become his dirty wife.
Life’s not easy when you’re the devil’s daughter.
The things I saw my father do used to haunt my nightmares.
But that was the past. I’m a new person, now.
I have a good life. A pure life. A happy life.
And it’ll stay that way, as long as I keep away from dear old Daddy.
Too bad he wants me back home.
He sends his best man to come “retrieve” me – by any means necessary.
And if my father is the Devil, then Vance Tate must be the Grim Reaper.
He’s tall, dark, and deadly,
With twisted tattoos that curve around his bulging muscles.
And a weapon behind his zipper that looks capable of inflicting permanent damage.
I know what’s going to happen if I try to run from the hitman.
He’s going to chase me down.
Pin me to a bed.
And screw me senseless.
But to my surprise, Vance Tate wants something more than to cross my name off his list.
He doesn’t just want a quick bang, either.
He wants to make me his wife.
And God help me if I try to say no.
MOAN: The Cantonneli Mafia
I won’t stop until I hear her moan.
As a mobster’s daughter, she thinks she’s a bad girl.
But if she wants to survive a night with me, she’d better be on her best behavior.
Good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.
And Melinda’s about to get both.
It’s my job to keep her safe from danger.
But I’m the biggest threat of all.
She thinks she’s above it all.
A little princess, spoiled rotten.
Given everything she’s wanted since the day she was born.
But I’m about to give her more than she’s ever gotten before.
She’s never had a man like me.
Hell, no one has.
I’m big.
Tattooed.
Equipped, if you catch my drift.
And I know damn well how to use it.
I’m breaking every rule to make her mine.
But rules are for suckers…
And this prize is too tasty to pass up.
Her moans will be music to my ears.
CONSUME ME: The Bleeding Prophets MC
I’m on my knees, begging him to consume me.
I didn’t belong there. I wanted to leave.
But that didn’t stop him from taking me.
He was a taste of something utter
ly forbidden…
But by the time he’s finished, I’d do anything to have another lick.
I was raised prim and proper.
“Yes ma’am,” “no, sir,” hands folded in my lap and hair in perfect braids.
That’s what I looked like when I showed up to the biker party.
It was everything I wasn’t:
Chaos and mayhem.
Leather and liquor.
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
Years of a conservative upbringing were screaming at me to get out, get out now.
But one look at Cade, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.
He was carved out of marble, or so I thought.
Tattoos coursed over his body.
He was danger incarnate.
And I loved it.
