CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I tighten my grip on Foxy’s thighs as I carry her down the stairs, her body wrapped around me like she was made to be there.
Her mouth is hot against my neck, dropping little kisses that are driving me fucking insane.
“Fuck, Angel.” I groan when she nips at my pulse point.
My cock is throbbing behind my zipper, and all I can think about is getting her into my room and showing her exactly what she does to me.
What she’s been doing to me since the moment I laid eyes on her.
These last few days with her have been fucking perfect.
Better than I could have imagined.
And tonight, I want to show her another side of me.
The side I’ve been holding back.
I’ve been watching her, noticing the little signs—the way she melts when I take control, how her eyes darken when I get demanding, the soft little moans she makes when I’m a little rougher with her.
She’s a natural submissive in bed, and it’s fucking beautiful.
Kicking open my bedroom door, I step inside and quietly shut it with my heel. I press her back against it, grinding my hard length against her center.
“Jesus, Tacoma,” she gasps, her head falling back against the door with a soft thud.
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. She opens for me instantly, surrendering in a way that makes my cock twitch.
“I need you,” I growl against her lips. “Need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, grinding herself against me. “Please.”
Setting her down on her feet, I take a step back and start unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes follow my movements, those plump lips parting slightly as more of my skin is revealed.
“Take off your clothes,” I command, my voice dropping an octave.
Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t hesitate.
Grabbing the hem of her t-shirt, or rather my t-shirt, she pulls it over her head in one swift tug.
“Fuck.” My mouth goes dry at the sight of her perfect tits, her rosy nipples already hard and begging for my mouth.
I shrug out of my shirt and toss it aside, then quickly rid myself of my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, standing at attention, and her eyes lock onto it like a heat-seeking missile.
“All of it, baby,” I remind her, nodding at her shorts.
Her cheeks flush pink as she unbuttons her denim shorts and wiggles them down her legs, taking her panties with them.
The sight of her standing here completely naked, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, has me gripping the base of my cock to keep from coming on the spot.
I back up to the chair in the corner of my room and lower myself into it, spreading my legs wide. “Come here.”
She takes a step toward me, but I shake my head. “No. Crawl.”
She hesitates for just a heartbeat, her eyes searching mine. Whatever she sees reassures her that everything that happens in this room is safe, that she is safe, because she slowly drops to her knees.
“That’s it,” I encourage, stroking my cock as I watch her. “Crawl to me, Angel.”
She moves toward me, the sight of her on her hands and knees making my cock leak precum.
When she reaches me, she kneels between my spread legs, her eyes hooded with desire.
“Good girl,” I praise, running a thumb along her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful.”
Guiding my cock to her mouth, I paint her pouty pink lips with the precum leaking from the tip.
Her tongue darts out, tasting me, and I nearly lose my mind.
“Suck,” I order, fisting my hand in her hair and guiding her mouth toward my cock. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
She parts her lips and takes me in, and holy fuck, the heat of her mouth is incredible.
I tighten my grip on her hair, controlling her movements as she slides down my length.
“That’s it,” I groan, watching my cock disappear between those plump lips. “Take it all, baby.”
She hollows her cheeks, creating suction that has my toes curling. Her tongue swirls around the head, paying special attention to the piercing there.
“Fuck, Angel,” I hiss, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
She moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. Her hand comes up to cup my balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
I guide her movements, setting a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast.
She takes me deeper with each bob of her head, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size.
When I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, I growl, “Look at me.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, and the sight of those emerald greens staring up at me while my cock stretches her lips is almost my undoing.
“So fucking perfect,” I praise, my voice strained. “Best goddamn blowjob of my life.”
Her eyes light up with pride, and she doubles her efforts, taking me so deep I feel her nose brush against my pubic bone.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” I warn, my balls drawing up tight.
She doesn’t stop. Instead, she increases her pace, her eyes locked on mine.
The sight of her—this gorgeous, fierce woman—on her knees, eagerly taking my cock down her throat while looking at me like I’m her whole world pushes me right to the edge.
“Shit, I’m coming,” I groan, giving her a chance to pull away.
But my angel doesn’t retreat. She stays right where she is, swallowing every drop as my release hits me like a freight train.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I pant, my head falling back against the chair as the aftershocks ripple through me.
When I look down, she’s wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her up into my lap.
She straddles me, her wet center pressing against my already hardening cock. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I murmur against her lips.
She smiles, pressing her forehead to mine. “So are you.”
I run my hands down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the firm globes. “Stand up.”
She does as I command. I grab her hips and guide her until she’s bent over my lap, her ass in the air.
“Perfect,” I breathe, running my palm over the smooth skin of her ass. “Fucking perfect.”
I bring my hand down in a sharp slap against her right cheek, and she yelps in surprise. The sound goes straight to my cock, which is already fully hard again.
“You good?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s okay with this.
“Yes,” she whispers, wiggling her ass slightly. “God, yes.”
I smirk, bringing my hand down on her other cheek with a satisfying crack. Her skin flushes a beautiful pink, and she moans, a sound that’s pure sin.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, smoothing my palm over the heated flesh. “Like having your ass marked by me.”
“Yes,” she admits, her voice breathy with need.
I alternate between cheeks, watching as her pale skin turns a delicious shade of pink. With each spank, her moans grow louder, her body writhing on my lap.
I can feel her wetness against my thigh, and when she starts grinding against me, seeking friction, I land another hard slap.
“Not yet, Angel,” I warn. “Be patient.”
“Please,” she whimpers, trying to press her pussy against my leg again.
I land another swat, harder this time, and she cries out. “Please, what?”
“Please touch me,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”
“Such a needy little thing,” I tease, sliding my hand between her legs to find her absolutely soaked. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping.”
I slip two fingers into her tight heat, and she gasps, pushing back against my hand. “Yes, oh god, yes.”
“So wet for me,” I growl, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. “You like having your ass spanked, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered.”
“Yes,” she whines, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. “Please, honey.”
I add a third finger, stretching her further. “My baby likes being a bad girl, doesn’t she?”
“I do,” she pants, her inner walls clenching around my digits. “Please, Tacoma. I need more.”
I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss. “Up,” I command, helping her stand. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”
She scrambles onto the mattress, assuming the position. Her ass is pink, her pussy glistening with need.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, I quickly roll it on and position myself behind her. I rub the head of my cock through her folds, coating it in her wetness.
“Please,” she begs, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I tease, then thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her back arching beautifully.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I set a punishing pace. “This what you wanted, Angel? My cock stretching this tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing back to meet each thrust. “God, yes. Harder, please.”
I release her hair and grip her hips with both hands, using the leverage to drive deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with her moans and my grunts.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
She immediately reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. I can feel her inner walls starting to flutter around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, my own release building. “Let me feel you come.”
“I’m close,” she gasps, her movements becoming erratic. “So close.”
I lean forward, covering her body with mine, and bite down on her shoulder. That’s all it takes to send her over the edge.
She comes with a silent scream, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge, emptying myself into the condom with a groan of her name.
For a moment, we stay frozen, both of us panting, before I carefully pull out and dispose of the condom. I gather her in my arms and pull her against my chest, kissing the top of her head.
“You okay, Angel?” I ask, suddenly concerned I might have been too rough.
She looks up at me, her eyes soft and sated. “I’m perfect,” she says, her voice blissed out.
Relief washes over me. “Yeah? Not too much?”
She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Not at all. In fact, I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Soon.”
My heart fucking soars at her words.
This—what we just did—is a huge part of who I am, of what I need in a relationship. The fact that she not only accepts it but wants more of it means more to me than I can say.
“I’ve been holding back,” I admit, stroking her hair. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Into being dominated by a sexy-as-hell biker with a spanking kink? Um, yes, please.”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “A spanking kink?”
She traces the tattoo on my chest, her touch gentle. “I like that you showed me that side of you. I want to know all of you, Tacoma.”
Something in my chest tightens at her words.
This woman—this amazing, beautiful, badass woman—wants to know all of me.
“I want to know all of you, too, Angel,” I tell her, meaning every word.
She cuddles closer, her leg thrown over mine, her head on my chest. “I should probably call my brother back tomorrow,” she sighs. “He was pretty upset.”
I tense slightly, remembering our last interaction with Chief. “Yeah, probably a good idea. But so that you know, I meant what I said earlier.”
She lifts her head to look at me. “About what?”
“About you being my girlfriend,” I clarify, suddenly feeling like a fucking teenager. “I know it’s fast, but... fuck, Cali. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and for a terrifying moment, I think I’ve said too much.
Then a smile breaks across her face, like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.
“I feel the same way,” she admits, her voice soft. “It’s crazy, right? We barely know each other.”
I shake my head. “Doesn’t feel that way to me. Feels like I’ve known you forever.”
She leans up and kisses me, soft and sweet. “Yeah, it does.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, her breathing gradually slowing as she drifts toward sleep.
“Tacoma?” she mumbles, her voice thick with drowsiness.
“Yeah, Angel?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
My heart fucking stops, then restarts at double speed.
I tighten my arms around her, feeling like I could fucking float off this bed.
“I know I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She makes a contented sound, snuggling closer, and within minutes, her breathing evens out as she falls asleep.
I lie awake a little longer, just holding her, marveling at how quickly this woman has become essential to my existence.
A week ago, I didn’t even know she existed, and now I can’t imagine my life without her.
Chief can threaten all he wants.
The Saints can pull their business if they’re stupid enough.
None of it matters.
Because Cali is mine now, and I’m never letting her go.