Chapter Eleven
P owerhouse
My hand skates across her front, removing the Velcro belly band gun holster and pistol she wears underneath her baggy shirt, and set them beside us on the ground.
She doesn’t need to be packing anyway; she has nothing to worry about here as we’re all carrying our own guns.
In the next beat, I’m lifting her shirt, finding her bare underneath.
She’s free-tittying it, and the discovery is the sexiest thing I’ve seen all day.
Her nipples are already at points from the crisp chill floating through the night air.
“Mm, I swear you’re gonna kill me with these sorts of surprises.” I groan, transfixed on the delectable sight before me. I need these naked breasts in my mouth right fucking now.
“I don’t like a bra after I dance; my skin is weird about certain fabrics touching it sometimes. Probably from the body glitter or something.”
“Nothing to explain, I support free-range boobs.”
Raven snorts out a laugh at my comment. “How did I know you wouldn’t mind?” she teases, making more of the warm fuzzies fill my chest.
She’s so damn cute.
“Can I touch you?” I sign in plain sight, and she nods, wide-eyed as she glances around. My hand tenderly slides against the smooth skin of her stomach, dipping below the elastic of her waistband, effectively distracting her away from everyone else once again.
The tip of my middle finger finds her tiny clit, and as I lightly swirl the pad of my finger against the sensitive bud, I swear my cock somehow grows bigger.
I don’t know how it can, the thing’s a fucking monster already, but I’m not going to complain about any added bonus inches I receive.
If I don’t land Raven with my winning personality, I’ll have to dick-na-tize her sweet, sexy ass into needing me as badly as I do her.
She’s already got me hooked, so there’s no turning back now as far as I’m concerned.
She starts grinding against me, panting against my jaw as she peppers kisses along the chiseled bit of bone structure I’ve been complimented on several times in the past. None of the previous comments matter, though, only what my Raven thinks.
I have the perfect spot above my heart where I could get a sick-looking raven tattooed to represent her.
It’s such a great fucking idea; I should’ve thought of it sooner.
I wonder if Spin could take care of it tomorrow before he heads back to his clubhouse and his ol’ lady?
I’ll have to check after I’m done fucking my pretty woman.
My mouth lands on her exposed shoulder, the oversized, loose shirt slipping off one side while covering the other shoulder is kind of making me insane, imagining her wearing all of my shirts.
They’d dwarf her, making her my very own walking wet fantasy.
I could put her in my shower too, and see her literally wet.
Fuck. I need to stop spiraling every two minutes, but this is what she does to me when I’m around her, no matter how hard I try to stop it.
I lose all rationality and become a freaking caveman.
A dumb-dumb with a five-second attention span.
I suck deeply, pulling her skin between my lips, and lick. I wonder if she’ll care if I’m marking her up with my dark love bites. I want them covering her body for as long as it takes so that every motherfucker in a hundred-mile radius knows she’s taken.
Cared for.
Coveted.
Put away wet and satisfied.
My fingers continue to play, rubbing until she’s a shaky mess.
Once I’ve edged her enough, then I sink two deep into her tightness.
She takes me so damn good. I add a third, making her gasp, eyes widening at the fullness.
Did she forget how big I am already? I can’t wait to remind her.
To stretch and fill her until she’s taken every single inch of me inside her sweet pussy.
My other hand slides into her pants from behind, between her cheeks.
Her forbidden hole taunts me, and in that moment, I vow I will fuck her here too.
She’ll be mine everywhere. Tonight she’ll sleep with my cock in her mouth or pussy, warming it.
I don’t care where she chooses, I just know my dick has to be inside her somewhere—nothing else will be able to settle me enough to sleep.
Hell, even with my length in her mouth, warm and wet, I may stay up and stare at her all night.
“Powerhouse,” she moans on another gasp as I push both sets of fingers inside her simultaneously.
Her behind is tight, untouched, and unstretched, but her pussy sucks my fingers inside her like a greedy little bitch.
I ease up to my first knuckle in her ass, then after a few seconds, I’m thrusting them all the way inside.
I love how her body pitches forward, full of hunger.
She’s needy for me, and I adore every minute of it, craving her to be as obsessed with touching me as I am with her.
Her nipples are hard, the peaks turned into sharp little knives, eager for my mouth to suck my fill and allow my tongue to play. To stroke them and make her mewl.
Fuck.
This chick has me twisted up inside in every way.
Gone.
Sprung.
Head over heels, completely lost for her.
Impatience clouds my vision as I move to shove her stretchy yoga pants down over her ass enough for her holes to be exposed to me, pulling the material forward and out of my way.
It takes every bit of self-restraint not to just rip right through them.
If she keeps wearing these things, though, she should come to expect me ripping them off her body.
With a deep exhale full of impatience, one of my hands moves to my pants.
Then I’m violently tugging at my jeans button and zipper, ready to cut the fucking things off with my knife if I’m unable to be inside her in the next ninety-nine seconds.
My cock is ready to burst, and I refuse to waste a drop of cum outside of her needy cunt.
As soon as my length pops free, I’m guiding her to the soft, blunt tip.
She immediately takes the hint, rubbing her juices and slit over the head.
Back and forth. She glides over me like a dream, and on the next pass, I’m thrusting up.
I push deep inside her entrance while one hand holds her pants out of my way and the other locks her in place, sinking her to the root.
She cries out, muffling the sound into the space between my neck and shoulder so no one hears her.
It’s too late, however, because she’s noisier than she realizes.
No one here cares, though. Hell, several have been fucking as we’ve had this time to ourselves.
I don’t hold back from bouncing her on my lap so her pussy slides up and down, all over my shaft.
We groan in unison the first time she lands hard on my lap.
The back of my neck peppers with sweat from the glorious sensations she’s sending through my body and mind at the moment.
I’ll never get enough of her, and there’s not a doubt in my mind.
She obviously feels the same way, as her juicy pussy is so wet and excited, it’s making the most erotic squelching sounds.
I want to yank her off and lick her slit clean, then pop her back on my cock and have her ride it until she passes the fuck out.
My mouth moves to her throat, then her ear, nibbling and kissing before taking her mouth with mine again. She meets me tongue to tongue, just as turned on and eager as I am. I love knowing how once I get her like this, she loses all sense of everything else except for me and my cock filling her.
“You’re so warm,” she mumbles, snuggling in as close as she can get while I glide her soaking wet cunt up and down my length. My eyes roll back at her voice being this close to my ear, along with the praise. I’m a slut for compliments when they’re coming from her.
My hand moves to her chin, tilting her face up so she can read my lips, “Tell me if I’m too rough. If I need to stop. You are in control, always.” Her satisfaction means everything to me. I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to reap the benefits of her allowing me inside her.
She nods, then she’s kissing me, and I swear to G, I fall a little harder with each twist of her tongue against mine.
When we part, she snuggles back into me, moaning, telling me how amazing I feel inside her.
The compliments about my massive dick size are pretty great too, and I store them away to reflect on later.
I keep one hand holding her pants out of our way and move my other to cup the back of her head, staring out at the brothers. I meet several of their gazes before claiming, “ Mine. My bitch.” I’m loud, as I convey the words with unwavering authority, daring a motherfucker to question me in any way.
There is no discussion where Raven is concerned.
She’s mine.
Now, it’s time everyone else is fully aware of what’s in my heart, and she becomes my property in the eyes of the club.
Every motherfucker here better take note of it, because I won’t be able to control myself, to hold back, from wrecking shop if they try to flirt with her.
They want a vote on it? Fine, but she’ll still be mine no matter what the outcome ends up being.
As far as claiming her in club bylaws, I’m doing it right now, fucking her in front of them.
The Oath Keepers like a public claiming when it comes to ol’ ladies.
It hit me earlier, the bylaws I’d read when I was studying their club rules before accepting my new patch, and there is no time like the present to make my intentions known.
I hold Raven to me so she can’t see my lips to read them.
She’s not ready for my claim yet, and that’s okay.
I’ll give her a little bit of time to catch up before breaking the news to her.
What matters is that every brother here knows she’s already my ol’ lady and that I’m never letting her go.
The knowledge that they’ve heard me clearly only serves to drive me higher.
My brother’s nods of approval and acceptance make it all the more real, and I fuck her harder.
My hips jackhammer up into her until she’s gasping with every drive, clenching when she can get a grip of my shirt.
She whimpers against me, clawing at my chest, attempting to quietly beg me not to stop .
Her pussy pulses, gripping and releasing, soaking my cock to the point her excitement runs down my balls.
She’s close, ready to come at any moment, and I’m right there with her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, tugging her hair so she leans back enough that I can kiss her. It’s sloppy, both of us all over the place, but I don’t care. It’s everything she needs to send her over the edge of pleasure, spiraling her into an intense orgasm.
“Yes, Powerhouse! Ohmygod, yes!” She spasms around my length, her juicy, needy cunt milking me until I can’t hold on to my restraint any longer. I’m a weak man when it comes to her, and apparently so is my cock.
An orgasm like no other races through my veins at first, my muscles locking tight as I pump into her welcoming warmth quickly, over and over, until I start to spill.
My head tips back, face to the sky as I loudly roar, “Mine!” There’s no doubt every fucker on the property heard me.
She had to feel it vibrate through me and know something.
My dick pulses, jets of cum shooting inside her.
It’s so warm inside her pussy; it feels like I’m spraying lava all over the place, ruining her for anyone other than me.
If there was even an ounce of doubt in the back of my mind before on where we stood in the future, it’s gone now.
I’ve fallen for her.