He is focused.
His eyes have moved from mine and are now focused on my mouth, on his cock sliding in and out of my mouth specifically—then he stops and jerks back from me.
“Stay there,” he grunts.
I watch in awe as he completely strips his clothes before he drops to his own knees behind me.
Pierce grabs the waist of my skintight pants and wrenches them over my ass, halfway down my thighs, before his hand presses against my back to push me down.
I fall to my hands, but I hear him make a noise of protest before he presses a little harder against my back.
“Chest on the floor, sugar,” he murmurs.
I do as he asks, feeling the cool floor against my cheek, not giving a shit how dirty it is.
My legs are close together, my pants hold little stretch to spread them farther, but I don’t think Pierce minds.
He licks from my clit to my ass and I moan as his tongue swirls against my back entrance. It’s forbidden and dirty and so fucking good.
I gasp when his hands grab both sides of my ass and he spreads my cheeks farther apart before he licks me, there, again.
“Pierce, please,” I beg, knowing how much he loves it when I do.
“Yeah, whatever you want,” he murmurs before he bites my ass hard.
I moan because, shit, it felt good. I don’t even care that he’s chuckling behind me.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he announces as he slides deep inside of me.
His hand goes to the back of my neck—pinning me to the floor.
Fuck, he feels so big like this.
Pierce’s fingers, on his other hand, wrap around my hip and dig into my flesh, bruising me. It feels delicious, too.
He slowly pulls out of me before he slams back inside, hard and fast. I whimper at the feeling.
My legs are practically together, my chest on the floor, and he’s behind me with all of his strength. I feel weak, but it feels good all at the same time.
“Hands,” he barks.
I don’t move, not understanding his demand. A second later he removes his grip from my hip and wraps his hand around my wrist, wrenching it behind my body.
I do the same with my other hand, and his long fingers wrap around both of my wrists, pinning them to my lower back.
The hand around my neck slides down my spine and moves around to my clit, his fingers pressing against my hardened nub.
“It’s gonna be hard, baby girl, and it’s gonna be fast—but you can take it, can’t you?” he purrs, his lips skimming my shoulder.
I don’t question. I don’t doubt—I want to please.
I want to take whatever he gives me right now.
“I can take it, baby. Give me everything,” I whine.
He grunts before he pulls out slightly and starts to fuck me with slow strokes. He doesn’t slam inside of me, like I imagined he would.
No, he’s drawing this out.
Slowly, with even strokes, he fucks my body while I am completely immobile, while his fingers tease my clit, bringing me so close to the edge, yet unable to come.
“You’re so fucking wet, Kentlee. My cock is fucking soaked. Wet and hot. Goddamn, I could stay inside this sweet pussy and never leave. Would you want that? My cock slowly fucking you non-stop? Never letting you come, leaving you teetering on the edge for fuckin’ hours?” he asks.
Cruel bastard.
I let a sob out at the thought. If I stayed like this for five more minutes, I was going to freak out, let alone hours.
“I’m going to let your wrist go, baby girl. I want you to play with your pussy for me. Can you do that?” He asks gently.
It’s too much. Too sweet. I need him rough and rowdy. I need him slamming inside of me and fucking me until I scream.
This—this is too much.
Pierce releases my wrists, without a thought, I shove my hand beneath my body and begin to roughly rub my clit. I need to come so bad, I’m about to go insane.
“Do not come yet,” he barks.
It scares me.
I whimper and slow my movements down as he continues to fuck me his pace quickening, sliding in and out of me with long, fast, even strokes.
I tense when I feel him press against my ass; then he begins to massage me, and the feeling is so sublime.
I don’t hold back my moan of pleasure. I gasp when I feel him push his finger inside of me.
He doesn’t say a word, he just continues to fuck me with his finger and his cock—filling me.
I think I’m going to combust at any minute, as I continue to stroke my clit.
I want everything hard.
I want more.
“What a good girl I have,” he murmurs above me. I swear I get wetter at his words.
“Please, Pierce,” I whisper hoarsely.
“Do you need to come?” he chuckles behind me.
“Yeah,” I say licking my dry lips.
“Do you like my finger in your ass, sugar?” he asks gruffly, ignoring my pleas to climax.
“Yes,” I sigh, giving up on any chance of relief.
I gasp when I feel him slide a second finger inside of me, stretching me ever more.
Holy fuck, I’m going to come.
“Pierce,” I cry. He begins to thrust his hips a little harder.
“Okay, baby girl, you can come,” he grinds out.
It is as if he’s given himself permission as well, because he begins to slam his hips against me his cock pistoning with so much force, the air escapes from my lungs.
I continue to stroke my clit, but harder and faster as I chase my climax. Then, when I do, my whole body goes rigid and I can’t hold in my scream of pleasure.
Pierce is close behind me, slamming his hips against me and fucking my ass with his finger, fast and rough, and hurting me so fucking good that tears are streaming down my face.
Then I feel him explode inside of me with his own release.
Pierce almost immediately pulls out of me, everywhere, and picks me up, carrying me to the bed before he gently lays me down.
I don’t move a muscle as he quietly strips my clothes from my body. I’m still twitching and there’s cum leaking out of me, but I don’t even care.
My body feels that good—that sated.
“Love you, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.
“Love you, too, Pierce,” I sigh before I roll over in the bed to face him.
FURY
Kentlee is facing me—sweaty, her makeup a little runny, and her red lipstick smeared. She’s never looked more beautiful to me then she does in this moment.
I run my finger down the side of her face and down her neck.
Fuck, she’s young.
The thought had never really crossed my mind before. I saddled her alone with a baby, and she was only twenty-three. Now, at twenty-six, she’s still so goddamned young.
I’m twelve years older than her and for some reason, it hasn’t bothered me until this moment.
Maybe because she’s talked about giving me the things she thinks I want, the threesomes and the parties, maybe that was her way of saying she wants them, too.
I have to know.
I have to make her happy and I’ll do whatever she wants to make that happen.
“All that talk about me being happy, threesomes and shit. That because you want them? Do you feel like you’re missing out because you had Bear young?” I ask, blurting it out like a fucking idiot.
“What?” She looks at me, genuinely confused.
She smiles softly, lazily, in that I-just-got-fucked-and-I’m-too-happy-to-think-about-anything-else kind of way.
“No way. I don’t want to lick some other girl’s vagina. No, thanks. I just know that you never wanted an Old Lady, a wife, yet here you are, asking me for those things.
“I don’t want you to feel like I’ve trapped you or ruined your life. If you wanted something more, I’d do anything to give it to you,” she confesses.
For some
reason, it goes straight to my cock. I feel myself twitch at the thought of this beautiful woman willing to give me anything.
If I were a bigger dick, I’d take advantage of it. I probably still will—to a certain extent.
“All I want is you, Kentlee. I want my ring on your finger, I want you to carry my name. I want you on the back of my bike, and I want all of you on my cock,” I say with a smile, thinking about how I filled her up just minutes ago.
Fuck me, it was good, too.
“Sounds perfect,” she murmurs, wrapping her arm around me and pressing her body against my side.
“Good. Want you happy, babe, cause I’m the last man you’re gonna fuck. You better like what I give you,” I grunt. She throws back her head, laughing. I wrap my hand around her juicy ass and squeeze.
“Yeah, same goes for you, baby,” she grins. I nip her bottom lip with my teeth.
“Couldn’t have picked a sweeter cunt to fuck for eternity,” I say, smiling. She narrows her eyes for a beat before she presses her lips to mine.
“I’m on birth control, by the way. We never talked about it, but I wanted to let you know,” she admits. I grin at her.
“Wouldn’t have given a fuck, babe. Not a hardship filling you full of my babies. You’re obviously a fantastic mother and you make gorgeous kids,” I say, captured by her eyes—her gorgeous fucking eyes.
“Think my old man could get it up again so I could enjoy a ride?” she ask.
She shocks the fuck out of me as her hand begins to gently stroke my stirring cock back to life. Her lips taste like tequila and her—sweet, sweet Kentlee.
I moan as I shift my hips into her hand.
“Yeah, sugar, get up here and ride me. Make a fuckin’ show out of it, too. I’m ready to play with those sexy tits of yours,” I grunt as she climbs over me.
I can feel her warm, wet pussy, still soaked from our mixed cum as she straddles my waist, her hand behind her, gently stroking me.
“A show?” she asks, arching her brow.
“Yeah, babe. I want a full on, eye opening spectacular. I want to watch you play with your clit while you ride me. I want you to pinch those pretty nipples. I want to see you take my cock in that sweet, wet cunt, over and over again,” I describe, watching her body shake with chills.
Fuck yeah, my woman likes it when I talk dirty—when I tell her what to do.
I lie back and watch the show. What a show it is, too.
Kentlee is perfect.
She’s sweet and soft when she needs to be.
Kinky and dirty when I need her to be.
And…
Tough as nails when the world requires it of her.
She’s so fucking perfect, I couldn’t have wished for anything more.
Chapter Twenty-Four
KENTLEE
I crack an eye open and take in my surroundings. The room is plain and bare, but decently clean. I try to lift my head but groan when the room starts to spin.
Pierce must hear me because within seconds, his body is draped over the back of mine—his chest on my back, his knee between my thighs, his hard cock pressed against my hip.
“Mornin’, sugar,” he murmurs against my neck as his long hair tickles my skin.
“Too early,” I moan. He just laughs at me.
“We gotta get up soon and go home to our boy,” he whispers against my skin, sending chills down my body.
Our boy.
Home.
Such beautiful words to me.
“Yeah, okay,” I sigh. I try to move, but he doesn’t budge. “I have to get out of bed to go home, Pierce,” I groan into the pillow.
Suddenly, I feel his fingers at my core, gently caressing me, so soft and light. I can’t hold the moan inside at his tender touch.
“Is your pussy sore, baby girl?” he whispers.
His lips trace down my spine, his hair dragging along my skin and turning me on with each sweep.
“Yeah, achingly,” I moan as my pussy begins to pulse from his light touches.
“Just relax. Let me make it better,” he mutters before I feel his hot tongue against my sore slit.
I’m sore, but now I’m turned on.
Pierce’s lips kiss my clit before he gently laps at it and then back down to my core. I feel him slip his tongue inside of me and then I vibrate from his moan.
“Pierce,” I hiss. Lifting my hips, giving him more access to my body.
“Gonna fuck this aching pussy, baby girl,” he says.
He kisses the side of my thigh before he slides away from me and wraps me in his arms, pulling my back against his chest.
I feel his cock against the cheeks of my ass and I groan at his hard length.
“Guide me in, baby,” he murmurs with his face buried in my neck.
I wrap my hand around his hard cock as he holds my thigh up and out. His other arm wraps around my chest, then I slowly slide down on him.
It fucking burns and I can’t hold back the hiss of pain that escapes.
Pierce kisses my neck but doesn’t move inside of me, then I feel one of his hands glide down my stomach and his fingers begin to gently caress my clit again.
I rest my head back against his shoulder and start to slowly slide up and down on his cock while his other hand begins to manipulate my sensitive nipples.
“This is it for me, babe. You and me and this,” he mumbles.
“Us fucking?” I ask on a sigh.
He rolls a nipple between his fingers and gently plucks the bud.
“For fuckin’ eternity. When I’m with you, the rest of the fuckin’ world melts away. It’s only us,” he rumbles.
“Only us.”
I mimic his words as I reach around and bury my hand in his fantastic long hair.
“Love your hands on me,” he grunts.
He begins to fuck me a little harder, lifting his hips to meet mine. I wrap my other hand around his forearm.
“Don’t ever cut this hair or your beard,” I announce. He laughs.
“My baby girl wants me to have long hair and a beard, that’s what she gets. Whatever you want, you get,” he says.
Though I’ve heard the words before, I’m not quite sure I truly believed them until this moment.
My orgasm rushes through my body without warning, and Pierce follows shortly after, his cum filling me and his teeth sinking into my shoulder with a grunt.
Hours later, we’re at home. We released Tammy and now we’re at the grocery store to get food for dinner with Max.
I can cook, but I’m not the absolute best, so I decide to make something simple, likeable, and filling—meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
Bear is riding in the cart and Pierce is pushing while I grab things off of the shelves.
It’s so fucking domestic, it’s almost laughable.
Pierce with his jeans, leather, and man-bun. Me with my leggings and oversized tank. Bear all smiles and drool from his seat in the cart.
We’re a real family.
I never thought this day would come.
I halt mid-stride when I hear my name and turn around to see Brentlee standing just a few feet away from me.
I know I am looking at her like a deer caught in headlights, but I can’t not look. She’s standing right in front of me, heavily pregnant, and her face is bruised.
“Brentlee,” I whisper, taking a step closer to her.
She does the same and, seconds later, we’re wrapped in each other’s arms.
“Is that your guy?” she hesitantly asks after we break away from our hug.
I feel Pierce next to me and his hand goes around my waist.
“Pierce,” he murmurs. I know he’s staring at her bruised face.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she whispers.
It makes me sick.
She looks like a shell of her past self. Her eyes are dead and her smile is fake.
“I’ll go get the meat and potatoes, babe. You catch up and I’ll meet you in front, yeah?” Pierce ask
s.
I reluctantly drag my eyes away from my sister to meet his. With a simple kiss to my forehead he takes Bear and they go in search of groceries.
“You’re happy,” Brentlee observes.
“Finally,” I agree.
“I’m glad. Someone deserves to be,” she mutters. I take her hand in mine.
“I’m your sister. I will always love you, Brent. I’m not going to pretend to know your life, but I can see it probably isn’t healthy.
“I’m not judging, but I want to offer you my love and support if you need it. My door is always open to you, always,” I whisper, trying to keep my tears at bay.
Brentlee nods her head.
“I would do nothing but bring trouble to your door,” she confesses. I shake my head.
“You see that big ass biker I’m with?” I ask. She nods with wide eyes. “That guy, he can handle whatever trouble you could dream up. If he couldn’t handle it alone, he’s got a whole club behind him for backup. He’s the president. Nobody is going to fuck with you if he’s at your back, Brent,” I say, feeling braver than I am. I’m so scared for her; she looks so fragile.
“Okay,” she drawls.
Though, whatever demons she’s fighting, she’s not ready to let go. She’s not ready to leave, and there’s nothing I can do for her. I place my hand on her stomach.
“Boy or girl?” I ask with a watery smile.
“Girl,” she says solemnly.
“A niece. I’m already in love,” I say before I wrap her in a hug again. “Anytime, Brent, night or day, just come for me—call, whatever, and I’m there—we’re there,” I emphasize, whispering in her ear.
She gives me a whispered okay and I leave it at that. I turn and walk away from my obviously abused sister.
There is nothing I can do until she’s ready. I just hope that she’s ready before it’s too late.
“He’s hittin’ her,” Pierce growls as I start to make dinner a few hours later.
Bear is down for a nap and we’re alone in the kitchen.
“He is. He has been for a while, I suspect,” I reply.
“Need to get her outta there, baby girl. She’s knocked up. He could kill her,” Pierce says. I turn to him, surprised by his insistence.
“I told her I was here for her. I offered her your protection, though I should have asked you first. I’m sorry about that,” I say softly.
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