Chapter 8
8
FOX
“ N eed you naked now,” I growled as I stalked into our bedroom on the upper floor of the clubhouse. This level was filled with rooms, some permanently occupied by brothers, and others for those who needed to crash from time to time. Maverick and I had the largest suites on opposite ends of the building.
I hurried through the living area and into the bedroom, then set Dahlia on her feet next to the bed.
“Strip,” I ordered her as I went to work on my own clothing. I shrugged out of my cut and practically ripped my black T-shirt over my head but stopped there to watch my woman. With every bared inch of her silky, sweet skin, my mouth watered, and the fire building inside me became a raging inferno. When she was finally naked, I bent down and picked up my cut from where it had fallen on the floor.
I held it out and waited. She hesitated at first, making me scowl, but then she turned and slipped her arms through the holes. I rested the vest on her shoulders before turning her back to face me. “Fucking hell, baby. Been dreaming about seeing you wearing my my cut and nothin’ else. Only thing that would make it better was if it was my property patch on your back.”
Dahlia’s eyes widened, and I smirked. “Weren’t you listening, baby? I told you when you let me inside you and gave me that sweet cherry that there was no going back.”
Crimson bloomed on her cheekbones, and her lips curled up into a smile. “I thought maybe it was just the heat of the moment. I didn’t want to assume…”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed both sides of the cut, using it to drag her body up against me. “You really think I’d have spent all this time fucking you bare if I didn’t intend to make you mine?”
A pretty blush stole across her cheeks, and she shook her head.
“Now that we’ve cleared that shit up, I’m gonna fuck you while you’re branded with my name.” The thought grew, and I made a mental note to talk to her about having Molly give her a permanent brand. The property patch was for others, so everyone would know she’d been claimed and to keep their fucking hands and eyes to themselves. But having my name inked on her creamy skin…that would be just for us.
I grasped her waist and lifted her up, then put her in the center of the bed. Then I stood at the end and drank in the mouthwatering sight of my woman laid out bare for me. “Show me that pussy that belongs to me, baby,” I demanded.
Slowly, Dahlia spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her naked, drenched center. Fuck. My cock leaked, and the sensitive head rubbed painfully against my jeans.
Keeping my eyes on her, I quickly removed the rest of my clothes, then climbed onto the bed. I got down onto my stomach, wedging my shoulders between her thighs, and slipped my hands under her sexy ass. “You smell so fucking amazing.”
She tasted even better. Taking my time and enjoying every sip, I lapped at her pussy and swallowed her juices. When she tried to raise her hips, I gently slapped her pussy before slipping my hand beneath her butt cheek again. “Stay still,” I growled. “Or I’ll stop.”
“Please,” she begged, tunneling her hands into my hair and pulling desperately.
“Not going to rush me, Dahlia. Just relax.”
“Relax?” she huffed. “You’re the one making me needy, so you should take care of it!”
I grinned. “Oh, I will, baby. But I’m gonna do it my way.”
Ignoring her cute little growl, I went back to my snack. The sounds she made drove me crazy, made me desperate to hear her falling apart around my dick. But I kept myself in check and lazily explored what belonged to me. Eventually, I pushed two fingers into her channel and curled them upward as I blew lightly on her clit.
Dahlia moaned and squirmed. “Kye…” Her hips bucked, and I pulled back, giving her thigh a smack and glaring at her.
“Last warning, Dahlia.”
She nodded and bit her lip so hard the skin turned white.
Using my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers, I slowly tortured her, building her up and easing her back down. I knew the pressure inside her was growing, and when I finally let her come, it would be hard . I was determined to make sure she remembered everything about the first time I fucked her while she was in our bed, wearing my cut.
Knowing how loud she was when she climaxed and how much of a frenzy I was working her up to, I made the decision to start looking for another place to live in the morning. For now, I needed to make sure no one else heard her cries of pleasure because I would kill anyone who saw or heard what was meant for only me.
When she was trembling with pent-up desire, and her skin was flushed from her face to the tips of her toes, I zeroed in on her hard little nub. I sucked it into my mouth just as my fingers scraped over her most sensitive inner spot. Then I slid one of my hands out from under her and clamped it over her mouth just in time to muffle her scream as she splintered apart. The sound went straight to my dick, and I ground my pelvis into the mattress to try to hold off my release.
When she began to descend from her high, I placed a soft kiss on her pubic bone and got to my knees.
“Holy cow,” she muttered, her choppy breaths making her tits bounce, the piercings twinkling in the light. “That was…”
I grinned wickedly.
“That was…mean.”
My head fell back as laughter burst from my chest. “Maybe,” I conceded when my chuckles faded. “But I bet you’d let me do it again any time I want.”
Dahlia pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes, but after a beat, she blew out a breath and muttered, “Yeah.”
Fuck, she was cute. And sexy as hell. And damn near perfect.
I placed my palms on her calves and glided them up her legs and stomach to span her rib cage, stopping when my thumbs were at the underside of her breasts. My cut had fallen open, putting her big tits on display. I licked my lips before bending low and wrapping them around one of the taut buds, using my tongue to flick the little barbell attached to it. I cupped both globes, holding them firmly while I played. “Fucking love these,” I grunted as I switched to the opposite breast.
“Kye,” Dahlia said, her tone pleading as she arched her back, pressing the mound deeper into my mouth. “I need you in me.”
“You beg so pretty, baby,” I crooned before placing a kiss on each peak. “I want to hear more, but if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“Yes. Inside me, now.” I pulled back, scowling at her demanding tone.
“Who do you belong to, Dahlia?”
“You,” she sighed, frustration coloring her tone.
“Fucking right. And that means I’m in charge. Gonna take this pussy any way I want, when I want, understood?”
Her piercing green orbs flashed with raw desire, and I swallowed a grin. I’d quickly learned that my baby liked it when I took control. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
I guided her legs up to wrap around my waist and moved into position, notching the tip of my dick in her opening. “Fucking soaked,” I rasped as her juices coated the fat head of my cock. Come spurted out, mixing our essences, and it snapped my remaining control. Punching my fists into the mattress for leverage, I slammed home, burying myself balls deep inside her. “Fuck!” I shouted as her pussy clamped tight around my pulsing shaft. I was a big guy with a long, thick cock, but despite our size difference, Dahlia took me like she was made for me. Her walls were snug as hell, and it made it difficult to last, especially when they rippled with pleasure.
“Mouth,” I demanded as I began to move inside her. She raised her head, and I captured her lips in a hungry, soul-deep kiss. Her pussy was snug, and I had to drag my dick out before shoving it back in. I broke away from her mouth so we could catch our breath.
“Harder, Kye,” Dahlia moaned. “Please.”
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I growled as I dragged my dick along her walls.
“Yes! Fuck me!”
I reached above her and grasped the headboard for support before thrusting hard and deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
My hips pistoned back and forth, gaining speed until I was rutting between her thighs, taking her with primal instincts, intent on branding her inside and out.
“Fuck, baby,” I muttered. “Could live in this pussy. Oh, fuck yeah. Squeeze me, baby. Fuck! Oh fuck!”
“Yes! Oh, Kye! Yes!”
Dahlia clung to my torso, but as she neared her climax, she cupped her tits, and I groaned, “Yeah, baby. Play with those tits. Fuck!”
She plucked her nipples, then rubbed her tits against my chest so that the piercings scraped over my skin. Her channel gripped me like a vise, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I knew she was about to come, so I leaned down and covered her mouth with my own.
Her body went taut, then she broke apart as I swallowed her screams of ecstasy.
The feel of her climax rippling in her pussy pushed me over the edge. I threw back my head and roared as my orgasm barreled into me with the force of a fucking freight train.
When I was empty and the adrenaline began to ebb, I rolled to my side, taking Dahlia with me so she was sprawled over my body. I kissed her bare shoulder before burying my face in her red curls.
I was fucking addicted to this woman. And there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep her.