Tyrant Chapter
Tyrant:
Hearing her shout my name as I sank my throbbing cock into her snug, drenched cunt made me turn bestial.
After the fear of losing her due to my savageness, the relief of finding out it wasn’t true, coupled with my insane desire for her, pure, blinding lust took over.
I set a ferocious pace. I knew that even if I came quickly, there would be no need for recovery time.
I’d be able to ride her repeatedly tonight.
And I’d make sure on the next round to get her off a few times before I blew again.
I was just cognizant enough not to cause injury.
It was the last thing I wanted to do to her.
And if she indicated I was too rough, I’d slow it down.
But the sounds she made and her pleas for more kept me going.
My balls slapped off her pussy, sending jolts of fire through my groin.
I was fucking her, yet making love to her all in one.
As I did, I had to tell her what this meant.
“I fucking love you, Lakelyn. More than I can ever tell or show you. But never doubt it’s true. I only want and need you,” I rasped.
“I only need and want you. I love you so much, Killian,” she panted. She was pushing back to meet my thrusts despite how wild they were.
“Good. Then, here’s the deal. My name on your skin and my property cut on your back.”
“I already agreed to that,” she reminded me.
“There’s more. And right after that, you’re becoming my wife. No long-ass engagement bullshit. I want you to think about forgetting the renewal of your goddamn birth control. I want a family with you. Will you do that?” I asked as I pumped faster.
The tingling in my body was shooting from everywhere and gathering in my pelvis. I was moments away from shooting my load into her. I knew it wasn’t possible, but the mere thought of it knocking her up caused me to skip closer to release.
“Yes! To all of it,” she screamed, then Lakelyn clasped around my cock like a vice and drowned me in her nectar.
I got one more thrust in before I froze, bellowed her name, and released the floodgate on my cum.
I pumped so much into her that I knew it would leak out and run down her thighs.
The mere thought of it prolonged my orgasm and kept me hard.
Lakelyn’s pussy tried to drain me, but she couldn’t do it.
When she eventually relaxed into a panting, moaning puddle under me, I knew I couldn’t stop.
What I did was pull out, drop to my knees next to the bed, and push her legs apart.
She feebly tried to resist, but I refused to allow it.
I latched onto her pussy and began to eat her out.
She wailed but didn’t order me to stop. I’d never tasted my cum.
It was surprisingly good when combined with her nectar.
I paid attention to her clit and used our combined cum to coat my fingers so I could not only finger fuck her pussy but also her ass. I drove her hard toward another orgasm.
“Oh my God, Killian, please, I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too good,” she gasped. Yet when I tried to ease my fingers out and my mouth away, her body followed me. I grinned.
“Yes, you can. I’m not stopping unless you tell me it hurts. Otherwise, prepare to keep coming,” I ordered.
It wasn’t long before she tightened and came again.
I lapped up her sweetness and eased her tension a tiny bit.
However, when I was sure she had caught her breath, I tugged her upright as I sat on the edge of the bed.
She was flushed and wore a beautiful, dazed expression.
I moved her until she straddled my lap, and then I kissed her.
Lakelyn returned it. As we French-kissed, I lifted her hips before I tugged her down on my still erect cock.
She whimpered, but she weakly raised herself and dropped down on my length.
As she rode me faster and became more demanding, I sucked and bit her nipples, fingered her ass and clit, and kissed her.
I watched the pleasure and love grow in her eyes.
I kept it going until I knew I had to come again.
When that happened, she’d already come for a third time, and I was the one sliding her up and down my rock-hard rod.
I roared when she unexpectedly bit my nipple and scored her nails down my back.
It tipped me over the edge, and she went with me.
As she forced me to purge my cum inside of her, I fell back on the mattress and fought to stay conscious.
Glorious. That was the only word I could think of for what had happened.
I lay in an out-of-body haze, trying to think and recover from the best orgasm of my life. Exhaustion hit me.
“I love you,” she whispered tiredly.
“I love you too,” I said hoarsely as my eyelids slid shut. I just needed a second or two.
???
Lakelyn and I spent the majority of yesterday in bed, sleeping, talking, or making love.
However, it was Friday, and I had work to do, as well as the Ohio and South Dakota chapters to thank and entertain.
They were staying until Sunday to ensure we had no stragglers from the Jacquot camp to contend with.
Cobra had kept the club in check for me yesterday.
He reported that Bailey was despondent, and the other two women were sticking close to her when they could.
She hadn’t tried to leave. They were keeping an eye on her.
Even though she didn’t witness what we did to Mera, she could try to blame us and go running to the cops.
Until we knew one way or the other, someone was always guarding her, and her phone had been taken away.
Kendall and Alice were quiet, but my VP didn’t think they’d leave or narc on us.
Lakelyn wanted to check on her but feared it would be too much for Bailey to see her. Instead, she went to help make more food for the troops and keep things running smoothly on that front. Tonight, after sanctuary, we’d hang out with everyone.
I talked with Cobra first. He informed me that the men not killed by Bull and his men had been thoroughly warned of the consequences of saying a word, even though none of our Kings of Anarchy brothers had worn their cuts or identified themselves to them.
As far as they knew, the South Dakota crew was a group of vigilantes with a score to settle with Hugo and his boys.
The men seen as their primary enforcers and business muscle were killed, and those spared would remain free only as long as they forgot they ever saw anything.
To be sure they did, they were being kept under close surveillance by the techs—Crypto and Virus. For now, that was all we could do.
My second stop was to speak to Crypto. He reported that so far, there seemed to be no one who had escaped punishment who deserved it.
Law enforcement had found the bodies and were chasing their tails, trying to figure out who did it.
And they were trying to figure out where Hugo and Jean-Baptiste were.
Since Blood had disposed of them and their other men where they’d be very unlikely ever to be found, and the techs had laid several false electronic mail and money trails, the current consensus was that Hugo and his oldest son had purged their ranks and the dead weight in their family.
They were thought to have left the country to start over somewhere new.
Crypto was busy dismantling their businesses and exposing their allies where he could.
Some would be taken out by other chapters of the Kings or arrested by law enforcement.
After taking care of those, I’d settled in my clubhouse office to work when a knock at the door had me calling out for whoever was on the other side to come in. When it opened, I saw a hesitant Rémi standing there. I waved him in. He entered and shut the door behind him.
“Have a seat. Did Crypto tell you? You should be able to bring your family home in a day or two.”
He sat down and nodded. “Yeah, he did.”
“So what can I do for you? You said you wanted to talk the other night. Sorry you had to wait, but Lakelyn needed me.”
“Don’t apologize, and yes, I want to talk to you.
First, I’ve got to say I’m shocked that you spared me.
I want you to know I won’t forget it. I never should’ve let the Jacquots use me that way.
Even if they killed me, I should’ve gone to the cops after hiding my family.
I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life. ”
“Rémi, we all make mistakes, and while yours was pretty bad, it’s not as foul as theirs,” I assured him.
“Thanks, and I need you to know that no matter how long it takes, I’ll do my best to make up for what I can, which is why I wanted to talk to you.
I’d like to start by offering you my assistance in dealing with more people and organizations like theirs.
I have penance to make. I hope you’ll let me do that.
Anytime you need me, just holler. I plan to stay in the Turmoil area. ”
His words had me thinking of a thought I’d already had and mentioned to Cobra this morning. My VP had agreed with my idea.
“Do you mean that? Anything?” I asked.
“As long as it doesn’t entail hurting innocent people, then yes,” he immediately answered.
“And what if it involves seeing if you have what it takes to become a King?” I asked.
Disbelief quickly morphed into astonishment on his face. His mouth hung open for a few seconds before he answered. “Are you fucking with me?”