Chapter 43 Bane
Bane
I slam inside Slade’s tight channel like an animal set on marking his territory and one that’s out of control.
She yields to me, clutching me tight, both with her arms and legs, as well as her insanely tight pussy.
Pulling back until only my tip remains inside her, I slam back in. The way I envisioned the first time with Slade was gentler and slower, and when reason somewhat filters in through the haze of my insane lust and need, I try to transition to that.
But Slade is having none of it. Her nails claw my back, and she bucks under me. “Harder, Bane. Fuck me like you own me.”
With a mind of their own, my hips thrust forward, driving me back into her, deep and ruthless.
“I own you.” My head swims at the thought of Slade wearing the mark of my claim—a tattoo of my name visible where everyone in the whole fucking world will see and know who she belongs to. And if they fuck with her, it will mean their death in painful, merciless ways.
I hook one of her legs over my forearm and drive back in. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I know I’ll be an instant addict for her.
“Oh God,” she cries as I hit the magic spot, and she clenches tighter around me.
“I’m your god, Slade.” I sound more like a dark devil, though. “Sing my name like a fucking prayer.”
“Bane.” She exhales with a stutter at the near-violent way I’m fucking her. “Bane,” she cries, arching her back as I assault her G-spot.
The way she says my name, with ecstasy painted on her beautiful face, and how her pussy is quivering around my thick length, makes my balls pull tight to my body.
I’m going to explode soon, and the thought of filling her to the brim with my cum makes me almost pass out with delirious pleasure.
However, we haven’t had the conversation about birth control yet.
Do I want her big and round with my child? Fuck yes, is the immediate answer.
Do I want a whole goddamn baseball team with her? Also yes.
But Slade is young, and she had her youth ripped away from her.
I may not be a good man, but impregnating my woman before she’s ready isn’t on the bingo card of this morally gray man.
“Give me another one, Slade,” I order, fighting the urge to come inside her with everything I have.
She shakes her head, writhing under me. “It’s too much,” she pants as sweat beads her forehead. “I can’t.”
Bracing my weight on one hand planted by her head, I flip her leg up onto my shoulder, without missing a beat.
Her eyes pop open, and her mouth forms a shocked ‘O’ as I go even deeper.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps.
My entire body shakes as I fight to deny myself my release. Snaking a hand between our slick bodies, I find her slippery clit and work it like a madman.
She writhes and arches, trying to escape the overstimulation, and her whole body shakes.
“Come, Slade,” I grit my teeth. “Come.”
“Yes.” Her eyes roll back. “Yes…daddy,” she exhales and releases.
That one word…
My body jerks, and I pull out just in time. But watching her beautiful cunt clench and convulse shatters my control, and I aim my cock so my cum coats her pussy.
The pull and pray method is a shit form of contraception, plus me painting her pussy with a filthy cream pie, then pushing it into her will definitely require me getting her the Plan B pill.
Even though the thought of her as the mother of my children—children I never thought I wanted—is all-consuming and right up there with the thought of her as my Old Lady and wife.
I collapse, catching myself in time so I don’t crush her, and roll onto my back, taking her with me.
As she drapes across my chest, we catch our breath. I hold her tight with one arm wrapped around her while my free hand caresses her back.
“Are you okay?” I ask. She doesn’t answer, and my heart hammers at the thought that she’s so upset that she can’t speak. “Slade, are you okay?”
She lifts her head, her eyes sleepy and satiated. And they still shine bright with that life and light I love seeing. “Besides being a filthy mess covered in two loads of your cum, I’m pretty golden.”
I laugh. “Loads, huh?”
“I mean, yeah.” Her eyes twinkle as she smiles. “Did you not see how much cum that big dick of yours expelled?”
I laugh, wrapping her tighter to me. “I was preoccupied first by this sinful mouth, and then by how your perfect pussy spasmed and clenched to notice anything else.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and seeing her blush so innocently drives all sorts of naughty visions into my head of what I could do to her to make her skin flush so prettily again.
She tilts her head while studying me. “Why did you go all caveman in the bar?”
“I didn’t like how Tats got your smiles and laughter,” I admit without remorse of how possessive that makes me.
Her eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. I was away from you all day, plus I wanted it to be clear to everyone that you’re mine.”
A shiver runs through her. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Maybe.” I shrug. “But I call a spade a spade. And baby, you’re fucking mine.”
The light in her eyes dims the tiniest bit. “I can’t stay, Bane.” Her voice is a whisper. “You know I can’t. I bring too much risk. Too many people could be—”
“Shh.” I press my lips to her. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”
“How?”
She sounds so resigned and hopeless…defeated. And I refuse to let her lie down and take whatever comes for her, for us, without a fight.
“Digits is digging into the Vanderalls, and Army recruited a friend with connections to do the same. If they’re a threat, we’ll know. But in the meantime, I’d like us to be in contact with your friends. We already know that you reached out to them by leaving a voicemail for Matt Knight.”
Her eyes narrow. “I knew you were monitoring my phone.”
“Of course you did, because you’re from this life and a Havoc Guardian through and through. Not to mention, you have great instincts.”
She worries her bottom lip, raking it through her teeth.
“I do need to get in contact with them again to let them know I’m okay.
” She looks at me with a skeptical expression.
“I don’t know how receptive they’ll be to talking to you or any others from the MC.
Yes, they’re criminals, but they’re rich kids playing and dabbling in this world; they’re not fully immersed in it and haven’t been raised with the loose morals we were. ”
I chuckle, envisioning a Karen clutching her pearls, thinking of all the dark deeds we’re responsible for or the debauchery of our lifestyle.
“I’ll do it, though,” Slade says. “If you think it could help.”
I roll with her, pinning her back to the mattress, loving the way her body melts even though I’m restricting her movements, and how she spreads her legs, welcoming me between them again.
Nuzzling her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, I rock against her. “For now, we’re going to shower, then I’m going to let you gorge on some candy.”
She groans. “No more candy. I might puke.”
I don’t know what that’s all about, but I’ll find out later.
Instead, I continue plotting my plan. “After the shower, I’m going to bring you back to bed, splay you on it, and worship your body.
I’ll bring out the dildo I had bought to fuck you with—the one we didn’t need because my baby was so fucking needy. ”
She’s wiggling and rubbing herself against me, even though the little shocks of overstimulation zing through her and make her gasp.
“While I fuck you with the dildo, I’m going to play with your ass and finger-fuck you, and—”
Her mouth slamming onto mine cuts off my words, but I know she’s all for my dirty plan.