CHAPTER 6
FRENZY
Having Scarlett in my arms only makes me surer that she’s the woman for me. Her lush body has my cock harder than it’s ever been. I can’t wait to hold onto her hips and plow into her from behind.
I won’t be taking her first that way. Hell no. The first time I slide inside of her; I want to be able to look into her eyes. I want her to know exactly what is happening and that I’m claiming her.
Because that is exactly what I’m doing.
She’s mine.
Even though Scarlett’s place is small without a lot of doors to choose from, there are enough that I ask between kisses, “Which room is yours, Sugar?”
Her round cheeks are a rosy color as she breathes out, “Second one on the right.”
I don’t waste time in getting to the door and gently pushing it open with my hip without jostling my woman too much. Fuck, she’s perfect. I almost lost my shit when she told me she was too heavy to sit on my lap.
No fucking way. I’m a big guy and I work out, not only to ensure that I can do my job for the club, but because of moments just like this one, even if I didn’t know it at the time. Even though she’s taller than some of the other women around the club, she’s the perfect height for me.
Fuck, and her curves.
When I lay her down on the bed, I stand up to my full height and take my cut off slowly. Our gazes are locked, and I hope I’m not about to kick my own ass for the words about to come out of my mouth. “If you don’t want this, Scarlett, you tell me right now.”
“I want this,” she whispers and licks her lips as her eyes roam over my still clothed body.
Hearing those words come from her is almost too much. A feeling of desperation is clawing at me, wanting to come out, but I hold it back. For now.
She needs to know exactly what she’s getting into and what this means.
“You need to know,” my voice is husky with desire, “once I get inside of you, that’s it. For you and me.”
Her eyebrows pull together and I’m momentarily stunned by just how gorgeous she is, especially with her curls creating a halo around her head. I knew her hair would be long, and it is. There’s a slight redness to the mahogany color which makes her skin look like it’s glowing. And the small smattering of freckles across her lightly tanned skin makes her look like the girl next door.
I’m not going to be doing anything wholesome to her, though, once I get the chance. Far from it. I’m going to ruin her for all other men. She’ll be mine; only fucking mine.
“What do you mean?”
I start to strip my clothes slowly, starting with reaching back and gripping the neck of my shirt before pulling it off. Her mouth drops open slightly and her eyes glaze over.
Lust.
Exactly what I want to see on my woman’s face.
“This isn’t a one-time fuck,” I tell her bluntly as I toe off my boots and undo my belt, the buckle making a clanging sound as I undo my jeans and let them drop to the floor.
Her eyes rove over me like she has no idea where to look. Fucking perfect.
She asks absently, “It isn’t?”
“No,” my voice is hard, unyielding. “I’m claiming you. The next time I’m in Church at the club, I’ll make it official for the club, but this,” I motion between us, “is happening and it’s permanent.”
She swallows hard and blinks a few times before she starts to nod. “Permanent,” there’s a far-off quality to her voice, like she’s caught in a trance, and I can’t help but smile.
“That’s right, Sugar,” my tone is coaxing as I lean over her and start to undress her.
Eagerness fills me with every inch of skin I uncover. Her jeans are tight on her ass and thighs, like they’re painted on; and both are so juicy that I want to take a bite out of her. I’m sure I will at some point, but not tonight.
Tonight is all about claiming my woman and showing her that I’m all in when it comes to her. She might not fully believe my words, but that’s okay.
I just need a little bit of time. I’ll prove it to her.
And then we’ll have the future we’re meant to have.
When she’s down to just her bra and panties, it’s as if she comes back to herself and a blush starts to crawl up from the top of her round tits and up her neck. “Dean,” she murmurs, “you don’t think this is kind of fast? You talking about claiming and it being permanent? What do you mean, Church? Like a wedding?”
I chuckle softly and crawl up her body, covering it with my own. She arches up into me, pressing more of her bare flesh against my own. I swear tingles cover me wherever we’re touching and it’s something I’ve never experienced before.
There’s no doubt in my mind that it’ll only ever be this way for her. My woman. My Scarlett.
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s fast. You’re mine,” I growl.
I slam my lips down on hers, swallowing her protests and the sweet whimpers coming from the back of her throat. Fuck, I need her. My cock is begging me to be buried inside of her tight, wet heat.
Pulling my lips back just enough to get the words out, my voice hoarse with need, “Yes, I’m claiming you. I knew I would yesterday when I saw you. There will be no one else for me now. Only you.”
“Wow,” she whispers and there’s so much wonder in that one word I find myself almost chuckling.
“Church is what we call both the club’s meeting space and the meetings. It’s not like a wedding in a religious church but claiming you at the table is just as binding in my world. You’ll be mine, under my protection and then, by extension, the club’s protection. No one will be able to hurt you or touch you. You’ll be my Old Lady, just like the women you’ve met at Crescent Sugar. The club will be your family.”
Scarlett’s eyes well up with tears which has my heart pounding and my mind racing wondering what the fuck I did and said wrong. There’s so much hope when she finally blurts, “I’ll have family again?”
My entire body softens, and I press small kisses to her forehead, her chin, both of her eyelids, her cheeks, nose, and then her lips. “You’ll have the most badass family you could ever want or need. They’ll have your back and I’ll be right at your side.”
The laughter that bubbles up out of my woman has me pulling back from her slightly and staring down at her in wonder. She’s fucking gorgeous when she laughs.
“I think you might be more than a little crazy, Dean,” there’s amusement in her voice, “but I don’t think I can turn down everything you’re offering. Maybe that makes me a little crazy too.”
“Oh,” I tease, “I’ll show you crazy.”
With that warning, I devour her mouth, one of my elbows supporting my body over hers as the other starts to roam her curves. She’s soft and I know she’ll be as sweet as she feels when I finally taste her. I reach down, gripping where her lace panties hug her hip and snap it.
She gasps into my mouth, but all I do is smirk before kissing along her jaw and then down the delicate curve of her neck. “I’ll buy you all the lace panties you want, Sugar. I’m going to be destroying a lot of pairs of them.”
I shift, switching my arms, and rip the other hip of her panties. She tips her head back and arches her back as if she’s offering me her delectable tits.
Don’t have to ask me twice.
When I reach behind her, I undo the hooks of her bra before tugging the very offensive fabric away from her. It was hiding my woman’s lush globes from me and that is just unacceptable.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt and bury my face between her breasts. Suffocating between her tits would be the perfect way to go. Or maybe with her sitting on my face.
What a fucking toss-up.
Sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth, has her grinding her pussy against the bulge in my boxers. The heat coming off has pre-cum dripping from the tip of my dick. The way she rides the length of me while letting out little moans and whimper is music to my ears.
“That’s right, Sugar, grind down on my cock,” I rumble after letting her nipple go with a pop and moving toward the other one.
I nip at her cleavage before I give her other nipple the same attention. The little gasp of surprise and pleasure she lets out makes me feel like a fucking hero.
I’ll be her hero. Only hers.
“Please Frenzy,” she pants, and I bite down on her nipple. She makes a yowling sound before chanting, “Dean. Dean, I meant Dean.”
I tug what is left of the tattered lace that was her panties and then toss the fabric behind me, not giving a single fuck where it lands. Using my shoulders to push her thighs apart, I settle between her legs and take in her pretty pussy.
“I can see how soaked you are for me, Sugar.” I look up her body to find her brown eyes studying me, but it’s the shock and uncertainty that I see there which has me wondering if she’s more inexperienced than I originally thought. My voice is gentle when I ask, “Are you a virgin?”
She shakes her head rapidly as she explains, “No, but no one has ever gone down on me.” There’s a forced casualness in her voice that I hate.
Without warning, I slide my tongue between her dewy pussy lips before flicking her clit with my tongue. Her taste, tangy with a hint of her sweetness, hits me and my eyes practically roll back in my head. I rumble against her clit, “I promise that I’ll eat your sweet cunt until you can’t move and forget your own name, but it’ll have to wait.”
She pants, need shining in her eyes, “Why does it have to wait?”
“Naughty girl,” I murmur before I stand up, grab my jeans and pull a condom out of my wallet. I push my boxer briefs down and off as I smirk at my woman. “Because I need to be inside of you, and I can’t wait.” I wrap my hand around my length and pump a few times, but it does nothing to help with how fucking turned on I am. “My cock won’t wait either.”
Her eyes soak, me in and then widen as she takes in my dick. Fuck, the way she’s looking at me is heady. She forms a perfect o with her lips before her eyes snap up to mine.
“I don’t think that’ll fit. Holy shit,” she breathes out. “How the hell do you get anything done with something that size in your pants?”
I throw my head back and laugh. When was the last time I laughed while naked? When was the last time sex was fun instead of being a means to an end? Never?
My heart warms as I sheath my length in the condom and then crawl over my woman’s body. My hand slides between her legs and I plunge two fingers inside of her without warning. She doesn’t jolt or try and pull away from me; no, my woman moans and opens her legs even wider for me.
“I’ll fit, Sugar. You were made for me. I’ll stretch you so good,” I lean down and nip at her earlobe, “and mold your sweet pussy to my dick. I’m going to ruin you for all other men.”
“I think you already have,” her voice is dazed.
I pump my fingers inside of her, the sound of how wet she is filling the room. When I add another finger, I use them to stretch her and watch as bliss covers her features while my thumb plays with her clit. If it burns or hurts, she doesn’t show it at all.
Yeah, she’s fucking perfect for me.
When she’s right on the edge, I pull my fingers out of her and she groans, “Wait, I was so close.”
With my hand wrapped around the base of my length, I position the crown at her entrance and look into her eyes. “I know, but you’ll be coming on my cock, Sugar.”
Her eyes twinkle with mischievousness as her legs wrap around my waist and she tries to pull me deeper inside of her wet channel. I don’t let her take control as I plunge my fingers into her hair and grip the strands at the base of her skull. I enter her slowly as I use my hold to make her arch her back and neck.
She’s so fucking wet that I glide into her, but I make sure not to rush anything because even as her pussy stretches around me, I know she needs to adjust to my size. She grunts when I bottom out and rotate my hips which causes my pelvis to rub against her sensitive clit.
“Dean,” she whimpers, “please. I need you to fuck me.”
“Anything for you, Scarlett,” I rasp.
When our eyes meet, hers hooded and mine intense and filled with my intent to bury myself inside of this woman every day for the rest of our lives, I start to move. At first, each thrust is fluid and gentle. But then her pussy squeezes around me and I’m fucking lost.
“So tight and so fucking warm,” I growl as I star to fuck her faster and harder.
As I start to slam inside of her, my fingers tighten in her hair and the walls of her pussy flutter around me. She’s close.
“What a good girl, Sugar,” I praise her. “You’re so close to giving me exactly what I want. You’re going to come all over my cock, coat me in your pretty pussy juice, and squeeze the jizz right out of me.”
She gasps, “Fuck, Dean. Yes, please.”
I know what she needs. My body is attuned to her and more than willing to give her everything. Fucking everything.
My hips punch forward harder and swivel every time I’m buried inside of her balls deep. She starts to arch her body, her skin sliding against mine as she meets each one of my thrusts, her body demanding more. Demanding everything.
When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips. It’s too damn good and I can’t hold out much longer.
With three more thrusts, I’m pushing as far inside of her as I can get and roaring out my release. My body feels fucking boneless as I collapse on top of her and bury my face in her neck. She doesn’t seem to mind my weight, her limbs wrapping around me and holding me close.
Our breathing is ragged, and I know it’s not going to be the last time I take her tonight. I can’t seem to get enough of my girl.
“Next time, I’m going to be taking you fucking raw, Sugar,” I rasp against her neck, and she shivers. Her fingertips slide up and down my back, not caring about the sheen of sweat there. “Tomorrow cameras are being installed in Crescent Sugar,” I assure her, hoping she doesn’t put up some kind of fight.
“Mmm-kay,” she murmurs, and I can tell she’s still too blissed out to pay attention.
I’m more than okay with it.
This woman is mine now, and I’m not letting her go. Whoever has been fucking with her bakery better stop or else they’ll have to deal with me. And all of my brothers at my back.