6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
***** Demon *****
“We don’t have to pretend.” The words were out of my mouth faster than I thought they would be, but I didn’t regret them.
She might feel I was hung up on things, but I wasn’t.
What more could her dad do to me? He already killed me once. And if he happened to come upon here, he’d only swear he was seeing a ghost.
So, in my eyes, I didn’t need to pretend.
I also felt far too old to call someone like this beauty a girlfriend.
But she wasn’t mine yet to call old lady with either. And before anyone gets all hussy over it, it’s a term of endearment. Find me a biker chick who doesn’t like that name.
I had no problem giving this woman anything she ever wanted, including me.
“Chick flick coming right up,” I told her, carefully standing with her in my arms and carrying her in, bridal style. She didn’t need to be walking anymore. And I could tell that sitting the way she was starting to hurt.
I sat her on the couch and handed her the controller. “Netflix is there, so is Hulu. Help yourself. Or you can buy something on Starz. I’ll grab some drinks.” I walked into the kitchen, grabbing us some sodas and then walked out, grinning at the start of the movie.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the can.
“27 Dresses, I think, was always your favorite.”
“It’s cheesy, and yet classic. The whole way they fall in love is great.”
“Maybe, but it’s corny.”
“Oh, no doubt. Any romance flick is. But that’s why we like it. And for tonight, it’s mandatory you like it too.”
I rested my arm along the back of the couch, and she curled up to me. Maybe for tonight I could stand watching a chick flick if it meant having her in my arms. Or if it meant she was happy. Didn’t we already establish I would do anything for her?
Thirty minutes in, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Sadly, I’ve seen this movie a few times, so I knew the gist of it. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of Brandi.
She glowed while she watched the film, as if she knew her own love story would be that cheesy. And who knew, maybe she saw our own relationship as being that way.
Oh hell, was that what I was doing? What were we doing? That a few well-placed words had us belonging to each other in the oldest of ways?
“Don’t you think her sister is a bitch for acting the way she does?”
She looked up at me, easily catching me staring.
“Yeah,” I muttered, not really hearing the question. Even now, I was far too wrapped up in her gaze to think about anything.
“Hugh,” she murmured, and I was undone. I didn’t think as I bent my head down and captured her lips, swallowing her moan.
It was mine anyways.
Every sound.
Moan.
Gasp.
I was going to be selfish and was going to claim from here on out.
Hell if she was ever leaving my arms.
I’d fight anyone tooth and nail who thought they could take her away.
“Damn, I love the way you kiss,” she breathed over my lips, and I lost all sense of thought. This woman was so damn intoxicating, and I was here for it, for her.
“Glad I could make you happy.”
“Oh, you did. Very well in fact,” she added, biting my lip.
Uh, when did that turn me on?
“I aim to please, Vixen.”
“As do I. Now let me return the favor.”
Her hands were already working at my belt, and then my jeans before my fog-induced brain caught up with what she was saying or offering. There was no favor she had to return, and I stilled her hands.
“Brandi-”
“Let me, damn it,” she hissed, effectively cutting me off. Who the hell was I to argue with her? Especially when she had so carefully moved to her knees, her hands already on my boxer briefs and pulling them down. “It’s so much better when you work with me,” she told me, looking me in the eye.
And damn it all to hell, that was a powerhouse move if she ever did one.
“Now, darlin’, that ain’t right, rendering a man helpless by playing with his dick.”
“I’m not just playing.” She finally sprung him free from the confines of the material, her jaw dropping over the row of piercings moving along the top. “Holy shit,” she breathed, not even giving me a moment to take in the beauty of her face before her mouth was devouring my cock.
My eyes crossed and my head fell back on the couch, all from the sheer pleasure of having her wet tongue stroking me.
This was every dream come true, and then some.
She hollowed out her mouth, pulling me even deeper, and I popped my head up, my eyes locking with hers.
“God, Babygirl,” I whispered, running my hand over her face and then into her hair. “You take my cock so well.”
She moaned, the back of her throat moving around my head and I growled, having to hold back the release.
I was not about to come that damn fast. And not just in her mouth.
The first time I came with this vixen, I wanted it to be in her cunt. Then I wanted to watch it drip out of her, only to do it all over again. I wanted her to see the stars for days on end and be unable to move.
I tightened my grip on her hair, making her pull back and she whimpered, her tongue still swirling around my head.
“Vixen,” I groaned, “not like this.”
“Like what?” she pouted, stroking me with her hand.
“I want to come in your tight pussy, Vixen, with your legs around my waist and my dick buried all the way in. I want you to feel every ribbed piercing along the way, making you cry out. I want to fuck you so hard that you will feel me pumping into you every time you squeeze your legs closed. I want to make you cry out over and over with pleasure.
“And I want that fucking now!”
***** Vixen *****
Yes, please.
I want it all.
Right now.
And into tomorrow.
And for all ages.
“Show me what you got, big boy,” I taunted. Though, from the position on the floor, sadly, it wouldn’t be much. Because I still needed his help to get up.
The foot wasn’t bad, but the rib was. However, with all his drug-filled kisses, I lost myself to all the pain. All I wanted was him, all I saw was him.
“With pleasure.”
He easily lifted me and carried me to the room, making quick work of the shirt I had on, and then the rest of his clothing, letting me bask in all his glory nakedness.
And my word, was he fucking spectacular.
I let my eyes trail over his arms, his chest, his washboard stomach, over this dick, down his legs, and then back up. How he thought anyone wouldn’t want him was beyond me. This man was literally sex on a bike. Anyone in their right mind would jump him given the chance.
“I want to treasure this.”
“I’m not that type of girl,” I teased, reaching out to run my hand over him. His hand caught my wrist then he kneeled on the bed, holding my hand by my head.
“Then you better be. Because right now, slow is all you can handle. There will come a time when I do every wicked, naughty thought floating through my mind, but it’s not now. Not while you’re still healing.”
He leaned his head down, his tongue swirling around my nipple, then his teeth latched onto the bar and tugged, making me cry out from the pain and the pleasure.
I knew those damn things would be good for something.
“If I was to spread your legs right now, what would I find?”
“A wet pussy.”
No use denying what he was about to find out. Besides, something told me I wanted to be a good girl for this biker of mine.
“So, I should easily slide in and feel that wet heat all around me?”
Well, now, even more after that comment.
“Yes.”
“Now, that’s a good girl.
Damn.
It.
How dare he just make me even wetter.
“Demon.”
His smile twisted and I knew that slow might be the case, but I was still in for a hell of a ride.
Without warning, he yanked my legs wide open, and was right there, his dick pressing against my wet entrance.
“The reason slow works better,” he started, moving just the head in, the first bar, and I nearly bucked. “Is because you get to feel every inch, every bar, and it’s something you don’t want to miss your first time.”
First time, last time, who the fuck cared? I wanted to feel it all the time.
He pushed a little more and I felt another bar, my eyes shutting in pure pleasure.
Then, he moved again, nearly causing me to combust.
Later, when I was able to speak and have clear thoughts, I wanted to ask why he got that. But right now, all I wanted to do was feel.
And he moved again. My legs were shaking from the width of being open, but I didn’t care.
“Ready?”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned, my hands moving to hold open my legs for him.
“Such a good girl,” he taunted, then slammed in, causing me to cry out.
I moved my hands to his arms, bringing him closer as I locked my legs around his hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so much better than I ever thought.”
And with that, he took my lips in a brutal kiss as his hips moved faster.
Sure, I felt every slow inch the first time, and it felt amazing. But this? The way he was pushing in harder, deeper, hell, those small barbells were going to bring me to orgasm faster than I ever had before.
And all because he had some piercings done.
“Oh no you don’t.” He stopped moving and my eyes flew to his. “Not ready for that, yet.” He flipped me around carefully, moving a pillow to my stomach and then one to my hips. “I love this view.”
“My ass?”
“Yes, Babygirl.” With that, he smacked it once, before massaging it and another little moan escaped.
My body was already on fire for him. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much to set me ablaze, and then I’d burn everything down.
“Demon, stop teasing me!”
“Don’t tell me what to do or I’m going to prolong it even more.”
I slammed my mouth shut, needing the release. He spread my legs wider, lined himself up, and then pushed in. The feeling of him being over me, of controlling me, was something new, but something I was going to love.
It felt right.
Perfect.
It felt like home.
“Do you need to come, Babygirl?”
“Yes,” I cried out.
“Is your pussy screaming for my cock to fill it up?”
The only answer I could give was having my walls squeeze him, as words were beyond me. He knew he was twisting me up, making me dizzy with desire.
“Fuck, that’s a good answer.” I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks, his thumb rubbing my back hole. “Is this a virgin hole?”
“Yes.”
“It won’t be for long.” His hand twisted in my hair, yanking it back. “I’m going to claim every piece of you, Vixen. Say you’ll be mine. Only mine.”
“Yes, Demon, all yours. Nothing will take me away.”
He roared as he pounded into me even harder and I lost it, squeezing him so tightly that I knew I blacked out, the feelings overwhelming me completely.
He collapsed on my back a moment later and I could feel all his essence inside me.
“Damn…Brandi.”
He finally rolled off to the side, pulling me against him. His lips brushed my forehead, and I smiled into his chest.
He might be tough, but he was gentle.
And when the time came for my dad to come and take me, there was no way I was leaving this mountain man. He was mine, and I was his. I wasn’t just saying that.
He was stuck with me, and no one was going to take that away this time around.