Chapter Forty
Ghost
My heart thumped wildly while I waited for her to walk into my room. I wasn’t lying when I told her there wasn’t a choice. She could try to deny what we had. She could run from it. But I would fucking chase her to the ends of the goddamn Earth.
I wasn’t letting her go again.
Her hesitant steps into the room were a contrast from the night we met. She was confident then. She had known exactly what she wanted, and she set out to get it.
Well, I knew what the fuck I wanted and no one, including the woman standing before me would stand in my fucking way. Hearing her talk about marrying Dante had my blood boiling.
For months, I had been obsessing about this woman. Fantasizing about what I would do if I ever found her again, only for her to walk in the front door of the damn clubhouse.
“You remember what I said about the night we met?” Her eyes reached mine and flared with lust. “About what I wanted to do to the man who dared to put his hands on what was mine?”
The slight pink blush rose up her neck as her eyes cast downward. “I do,” she whispered.
Stalking toward her slowly, I felt like a predator closing in on his prey. Careful not to startle and chase them away. Not that she had anywhere to run where I wouldn’t chase her down and bring her back.
Stopping in front of her, my finger under her chin, I lifted her face to mine. “Then why the fuck would you put Dante’s life in danger, and risk starting a fucking war in the main room of my clubhouse by even making a joke about marrying him?”
“I wasn’t joking,” she said defiantly. “I would marry Dante tomorrow if that was the only way I could keep Dani in my life.”
“I told you, Princess, I won’t let them take her away from you.” My hand moved to her neck. “Trust me.”
“I can’t trust you,” she whispered. Once more, dropping her eyes and sounding lost and afraid.
“But you trust Dante?” I asked, my grip tightening on her neck, waiting for her answer. But not wanting her to respond. “He can’t love you the way I do. You’ll never want him the way you want me.”
When her eyes raised back to mine, her words fueled an ember in me that had been festering in my soul. It was like someone had tossed a rag soaked in gasoline on the burning coals that hadn’t gone out since the night she ran away when she said, “That’s why I trust him.”
My lips slammed into hers. The hand on her neck moved to the back of her head, holding her in place, not that she tried to get away. My other hand grabbed her hip, pulling her closer. I needed to feel her against me. Needed to feel her body heat, her skin against mine. I was desperate for her.
Ripping my lips from hers, I stepped back, trying to slow down. The first time we were together it was hard and fast because I couldn’t wait. I never got the chance for more because she got spooked. I wouldn’t make the same mistake.
“Get undressed and lie down.” My voice was harsher than I intended, but I was at breaking point. I needed to see all of this woman. Everything I missed out on the first time.
“Travis.” Her voice, quiet and shy, would be my undoing.
My finger pressed against her lip. “Shhh. Take off your fucking clothes. Lay on the goddamn bed and let me eat that pussy I was denied last time.”
She shuddered against me and closed her eyes. Her hands went to the hem of her shirt and she tore it over her head. Next went her jeans. Toeing off her shoes, her hands trembled as she unsnapped the button on her pants and pushed them to the floor. Stepping out, her hands went behind her back and the bra she wore fell to the pile she had created.
When she finally opened her eyes, they locked on mine as her thumbs hooked the narrow elastic at her hip and she slowly slid her pink thong down her long, toned legs.
“There’s my pretty whore. Fuck, have I missed you.”
Raising my hand, I gently ran a finger across her collarbone, down between her breasts. Splaying my hand over her chest bone, I shoved her to the bed.
Her feet pulled up to the edge of the bed and her knees fell open.
“Fuck, look at the pretty pussy. She’s weeping with how much she missed me.”
Kneeling before her on the floor, I grabbed her hips, sliding her ass closer to the edge. Trailing a finger through her slit and gathering some of the moisture, she watched as I brought my finger to my lips and sucked.
“So fucking sweet,” I groaned.
I leaned in, needing a taste directly from the source. My tongue slid through her folds. I held her ass in my hands, lifting her for a better reach.
Her hands twisted in the blanket on the bed as she moaned. Her head tossed from side to side. Her back arched, and I slid a finger inside her tight little hole.
Reaching up, I found the spot I knew would send her over the edge. Adding a second finger, my lips and tongue played with her clit while I pumped my fingers into her.
When I felt the walls of her channel flutter around my fingers, I latched onto her clit, sucking it between my lips. The sound she made when her orgasm hit was music to my ears.
The strangled groan as she bit her lip had my already hard cock trying to push through my jeans. When her rigid body began to relax, I stood up and removed my cut and clothes.
My hand grabbed my cock as soon as it was free. Stroking the hard shaft, I stared at the woman on my bed. I still couldn’t believe she was here. Every inch of her naked flesh was in front of me on my bed, waiting for me to fuck her tight, wet pussy. Squeezing my dick to hold off my release, I muttered, “Scoot back, Princess.”
Melissa leaned up on her elbows, taking in the sight before her. Her pearly white teeth dug into her bottom lip, and her eyes were glued to my hand as I stroked my dick.
Without a word, she leaned up further, only she didn’t obey. Instead, she left the bed and kneeled at my feet. Looking up at me, her whiskey-colored eyes blinked slowly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. My pretty little slut, on her knees for me. You want my cock, Princess? You want to choke on my dick till I’m coming down your throat?”
“Fuck me, Travis.” Her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out, waiting. I tapped the head of my dick against her tongue a few times before pushing it to the back of her throat, remembering how far she could take me.
The feel of her throat engulfing my cock was enough to make me come immediately, but I was not ready for that. Pulling back, her tongue slid along the underside of my shaft. Her hands roamed up the back of my calves, traveling the back of my thighs until they reached my ass, and she dug her nails in and pulled me closer.
“Fuck!”
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the head of my dick almost to the point of pain. But fuck me, I barely contained myself from calling out, ‘hurt me more’ as she gave me the greatest fucking blowjob of my life.
When she again took me to the back of her throat, the head of my cock dipped down into her esophagus, and she swallowed and gagged. My control was lost as streams of cum pulsed out of me.
My knees buckled, and it took everything in me not to fall on my ass. The feeling in my legs disappeared with the spunk she drained out of me.
“Jesus Christ, woman. You’re trying to kill me.”
Pulling her up from the floor, I dragged her onto the bed with me. Pushed up beside her, I looked down at her gorgeous body splayed out for me. I didn’t care that I was spent. I was twenty-eight fucking years old. I only required a few minutes before I’d be ready to go again.
Looking down at her luscious tits, I realized I hadn’t tasted them yet either. So much I missed out on when she left me at the bar. So much time to make up for.
Time that wouldn’t be wasted with schoolboy hesitancy. I sucked her nipple into my mouth as my teeth grazed the tip. The fingers of my other hand pinched and twisted to make sure neither side felt left out of the action.
Melissa’s whimpers and moans had my dick waking up, but the fucker could wait his turn. I wanted her begging for my cock, like she did that first night.
“Travis, please.”
I smiled against her breast. Flicking her nipple with my tongue, similar to how I flicked her clit, I slid my hand down her body. My fingertip found her bundle, and I alternated flicking her clit and nipple until she was bucking against my hand.
“More, Travis. I need more.”
“Tell me what you want, Princess. Use your fucking words.”
“I want your dick in my pussy. I want you to come inside me. Please, Travis. Fuck me. Fill me up.”
“You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Moving on top of her, I lined myself up. One hand holding my weight, her legs wide open, waiting for my dick to make its way home. Slapping her pussy with my cockhead, I teased her.
A groan of frustration slipped between her lips, and her hand reached down between us. Grabbing her wrists, I held them in one hand.
“That’s my fucking pussy now. No one touches it but me.”
Her eyes narrowed in irritation. “Then fuck your pussy, Travis. Claim it. Make it fucking yours.”
Her words caused the telltale tingle on my lower back. Fuck. I knew she was in the moment, but she didn’t understand what those words were doing to me. I would fucking claim her. Mark her as mine, and put a fucking property cut on her back.
“Princess, I already fucking claimed you the first night we met. You never should have walked into my clubhouse, ‘cause I’ll never let you fucking leave.”
I slammed my lips onto hers. My tongue claimed her mouth as my dick claimed her pussy. Forget the fucking condom. She was mine now. I never fucked without a wrap before. I hadn’t been with any of the girls in over two months. And I got tested once the only sex I was having was with my fucking palm.
I knew I should have told her all this before I entered her body, but I didn’t want her to say no. Was I an asshole? Probably. Did I care? Not a fucking bit.
Was she on birth control? Didn’t fucking know, nor did I fucking care. As I thrust in and out of her body, I prayed she wasn’t. I wanted her knocked up with my fucking kid. A little brother or sister for Dani.
That’s how fucking sure I was that I would do whatever the hell I had to in order for Dani to be in her life.
“Fuck, Princess,” I groaned.
Releasing her hands, I held the headboard for leverage. Pulling her legs up around my waist, I pounded into her.
“Tell me you’re mine, Princess.”
“I’m yours, Travis.”
“Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“It’s your pussy, Travis.”
“Fuck yea, it’s mine,” I said, grinding into her. “You’re mine, Melissa.”
Her eyes snapped open; my gaze locked onto hers, and I let her see every fucking thing I felt for her.
“Travis,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as her orgasm took over. Her feet dug into my back as her pussy clamped down on my dick like a fucking vise.
“FUCK!” I yelled as I emptied myself into her. Filling her womb with my fucking seed, praying it would take root. Tying her to me forever, whether she wanted me or not.