CHAPTER TEN
– FALCON –
The heat surrounding my cock feels damn right. I let the needle sink into her skin and her pussy clenches around me. My breath hitches and it takes everything inside me to stay focused. I was planning on clearing the air between us tonight. Instead of avoiding her I was going to take over guard duty and not stay at a distance this time.
One look in her eyes made all the difference. I’ve been keeping an eye on her from within the shadows. She never saw me these past couple of days, but I watched. At night when she slept, I was either sitting in the chair by the bed or standing guard in front of the door.
The only time I truly left her in the care of others was today when I noticed the fucker waiting for my woman. I had no other choice but to take care of the threat and make sure she was safe by letting Macsen stay with her.
Glancing down at the letters I inked above the falcon, makes me fucking whole. It’s a sense of completion while I’ve always felt like shattered parts hanging on for dear life. No more. I kill the tattoo gun and place it down to grab the stuff I need to wipe my woman’s chest. Once cleaned, I take the ointment and rub it onto her skin.
My huge, tattooed hand covers one of her sweet tits. I let the other slide to her neck and keep her in place while I start to move my hips. Slowly I slide out, leaving the tip in and then slam back inside to fill her completely.
Lust and desire are flaming hot through my veins. No woman has ever sparked such feelings or a reaction inside me. Kenz is my first and my last in everything life has to offer. A unique and flawless treasure compared to me, an utterly scarred and stigmatized biker who’d rather live in the darkness than face the sun.
I glance down at her tits rocking in waves due to my thrusts. The falcon inked on her skin: the head surrounded by a halo representing the sun as he spreads his wings as if to say he’s conquering the world.
Fuck. It’s a powerful feeling seeping into my bones. My woman carries my ink. The falcon in the middle of her chest, the words “property of” are right above it in my own handwriting. She’s mine. Now. Forever. Till fucking death do us part because I’m not letting her go.
I fuck her harder, feeling her pussy clench around me. The wet sounds, skin slapping skin, her moans, everything is a buildup for pleasure overload. I let go of her tit and slide my hand down to rub her clit. It feels fucking delicious to have her pussy clamp down in waves around my cock as she explodes.
Not able to hold back, I let myself go and follow her into bliss. My cock pulses as I glance down at her chest. I branded her with my ink on her skin, my cum inside her belly, my presence in her brain, linking us in a special way that carries meaning only we understand.
Leaning over her, I place my forehead against hers and stare into her eyes.
“You’re amazing,” she murmurs and brushes her mouth against mine.
In this moment I want to give her those very words in return.
Though, she hits me straight in the chest when she gives me a radiant smile. “I know, I know, you think I’m awesome too. Which I am, a total catch. Yours and no one else’s.”
Pain is nothing and completely worth it when I make the scratchy sounding, “Yes.”
Her pussy clenches while her whole face lights up. Her hands grip my head and then she kisses me. Hard. My cock twitches inside her and goes from half erect to a full hard on. She groans when I shift my hips and the slickness of our joined release makes everything extra slippery.
Fucking her again is a powerful feeling, and I crave the blissful feeling only she’s been able to give me. My eyes are locked on her tits again, bouncing with every thrust. My ink, the lust on her face, she’s magnificent.
I pinch her clit and stare down to where we’re connected. Again, she comes beautifully around my cock and it allows me to let go and give her another load of cum. My heart is racing, and I finally feel relaxed instead of being on edge.
Sliding out, I reach for her legs and keep them wide open to stare at my cum flowing down her ass crack, pooling on the leather seat underneath. Damn what a fine visual.
“You and your cum drip obsession,” Kenz murmurs, and steals away my visual by cleaning it up with some paper towels.
Annoyance strikes along with the need to put some more cum in her pussy to make sure she’s always filled to the brim.
Her voice is warm and mesmerizing when she says, “I know, baby. You can do a repeat when we’re home so I can sleep while you watch.”
I swallow hard at the sound of the endearment, wishing I could hear it again. Her gaze is locked on mine and I reach out to cup the side of her face. Opening my mouth, I try to form a word except nothing comes out.
She leans forward and slides her arms around my neck to pull me even closer.
Her lips are right by my ear when she whispers, “You like it when I call you baby.”
I nod and tighten my arms around her. She croons and snuggles deeper into the crook of my neck. For a moment I close my eyes and inhale her scent, loving the way this curvy woman fits perfectly against my hard body.
“Okay.” She pats my back. “Time to get dressed, clean up, and get home. I’m hungry, in need of a hot bath, and a repeat performance preferably when we’re in bed.”
I shoot her a grin when I pull back and give her the space she needs to get dressed. Instead, she walks naked to the mirror. Her hand raises and she hovers over the “property of” words I put above the falcon. She practically glows from the smile sliding across her face.
I reach for my jeans and Kenz also starts to get dressed. After twenty minutes we’re ready and have cleaned her workspace.
“Did Macsen take the SUV back to the clubhouse? If so, are you finally gonna put me on the back of your bike?” She blinks up at me and I want nothing more than to have her tits pressed against my back.
Sadly, I slowly shake my head.
Her shoulders sag. “I kinda expected it, but it still sucks. Is it because you were the one who hit Livi when she was riding her bike and kidnapped her for Thorsten? You know, with the cartel folks wanting me dead and all.”
I can’t stop wincing while my actions, or the following consequences, never bothered me before.
Reaching for my phone, I type out the message, “They want you dead because I killed their assassin. His daughter is the cartel leader’s son’s girl. Those two are calling the shots now with a handful of cartel members. I don’t want you vulnerable and in the open on the back of my bike. I didn’t mean to hurt Livi, I did make her crash, and I did kidnap her.”
Turning the screen, I watch her face as she reads my message.
She purses her lips and lets her eyes meet mine. “Okay. Well, I knew about the last part, the details of why they want me dead are good to know. But as soon as all of this is over you are going to take me for a ride on the back of your bike, right?”
Shoving the phone into my pocket, I reach for her neck and give it a firm squeeze before I give her a tight nod. Then I take her lips because I need to taste her again. She melts her curvy body against me, making my cock hard once again. Fuck. This woman lights up my body unlike anyone else.
Pulling back, I let her see the promise in my eyes. Not only about taking her for a ride on the back of my bike once the threat is over, but also about fucking her and filling her pussy with cum to watch it glide out as soon as we get home.
I’ll make sure to get the shit with the cartel dealt with soon enough so we can have all of the promises on repeat day in, day out. Hopefully the information we squeezed out of the one we captured is solid. Then we’ll go to the house tonight and take them all out.