Chapter Twenty-Seven
Blaze
I rushed toward the door, recognizing that knocking anywhere. It was weighted, impatient, and full of authority. I knew before I got it opened, law enforcement was waiting on the other side. I just hadn’t expected it to be a slender, redheaded man in a blazer. A stitched-on badge listed him as a tech for the county.
“Blaze Aviston?” He squinted at me.
“Y-yeah?”
He raised a plastic bag with an ankle monitor in it and I groaned.
“I just got that damn thing off.”
He laughed, “Didn’t you read the conditions of your release?”
“I mean– yeah. Kind of, I was in a hurry. Come on in.” I opened the door wide.
He started in, but paused with the screen door half open, “No vicious animals?”
“Only my wife,” I dryly teased.
His eyes bugged and I laughed. “I’m kidding she’s tiny, come on in.”
“Blaze?” Marchella called from the back.
“There she is.” I hitched a thumb and sat on the sofa.
I knew she probably wanted me to come back there and tell her what was up, but I didn’t want to push my luck and make the guy nervous. It was obvious he already didn’t like my humor.
“I’m out here, March. It’s okay.”
“Blaze and March, huh?” The man grinned, popping down onto one knee next to me.
“Mhm,” I confirmed.
“Those are some unique names.” He absently carried on a conversation while fitting the device to my ankle.
“Yeah. Hers is a nickname.”
“Just hers?” he asked, while giving it some kind of test.
“Yep. Blaze is my legal name.”
“Huh– I’d have pegged you for one of those biker assholes.”
Marchella snorted, and he lifted his gaze to the hallway door, where she was standing with nothing but a towel around her.
“Uh– Ma’am,” the man stammered, before quickly returning his attention to my ankle. “I’ll be out of your hair in just a minute. I didn’t realize you guys were– busy.”
“Well, we are. It’s our wedding night. So, should probably hurry the fuck up so I can ride and roar, or whatever it is you think we biker women do.”
The man’s hands shook and so did my shoulders, as I tried not to laugh.
“Alright, you said you just got this thing off?” He looked up at me while hurriedly putting his things away.
“Yep, Friday.”
“Do I need to go over the rules again?”
“Nope,” I shifted my head.
“Good enough. You folks have a good one.” He grabbed his tool bag and disappeared out the door without another word.
I dropped my head back and laughed, and March slapped the door shut behind him. She locked it and prowled toward me. The couch shifted subtly with her weight as she straddled my lap and slowly ground over me. My dick hadn’t softened any since our time in the back.
I bit my lip when the towel slid down, and she pressed her naked chest to mine and kissed my neck.
I ran my hands down her back, over the soft curve of her ass and pinned her to me, holding the heat of her cunt over the pulse in the head of my cock.
“My turn,” she whispered, nipping at my collar bone, and thrusting her ass back into my palms. I gripped and gave one side a slap that made her squeak and shoot back against my chest.
“You owe me a bath,” I reminded her, stealing any protest with a deep kiss.
She pointedly glanced down to the ankle monitor and I groaned.
“I win,” She triumphantly announced, giving a wiggle, and pulling against my grip in her hair until I knew her scalp had to be stinging. I let go and stared at the angel who spilled into the floor between my legs.
She wrapped her fingers into the top of my jeans and slid them toward the center, never taking her eyes off mine.
I let my ass slide down in the seat a little, to help her get them off my hips. Her nails teased up my thighs and she raised her ass off her heels and came in close. She stared at me like she’d never saw a man naked before and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I ran my fingers through her hair, but she didn’t shift her attention. She was frowning at my cock like she was confused.
I laughed, unable to help it.
“Listen, I’ve heard stories of girls reacting all types of ways to being shown a dick, but I don’t know about this frowning shit.”
She laughed, and popped me lightly on the chest, “I didn’t mean to– I just– I thought it was pierced is all.”
“Pierced?” I repeated, glancing down at my cock, and absently stroking it. I strangled the never pierced head and held it out for her inspection. “Nah, I ain’t pierced. Why would you think–?”
She scrambled back to my lap and her arm weighed more heavily behind my neck than they ever had. Her mouth met mine and she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, silencing me. She reached down and stroked my cock while I still had ahold of it. Collecting my hand in hers she made me slow the pace while our eyes were locked.
I didn’t know not being pierced could please a woman so much, but I went with it. She lowered herself back to her knees, not taking our hands away and when she rolled our joined fists toward the base of my dick, her mouth followed.
She slid her hand away until only the web of my index and thumb was keeping her sweet lips from meeting my pelvis. It was like I’d dove into a pool of lava dick first. A strained curse left my lips, and I took several shallow, groaned breaths before I was sure I wasn’t going to come down her throat.
She scratched at my hips and stomach, while that blessed mouth of hers went to wrestling with my soul.
Shit, she could have it. That girl was trying to suck the prize right out of my balls.
“ Goddamn it ,” All I could do was huff curses and cry out her name while her cheeks devotedly gripped, and she stopped caring about what a slobbery, beautiful mess she was for me.
I snared her hair, as the urge to drill overwhelmed me and lured her back to my lap. She eagerly straddled me, and helped guide the tip to her pussy. Rather than let me in, she teased herself against me.
She writhed and rocked, her pussy painting my length with her liquor. Each swipe of her cunt over my cock sent a chill running through me. The promise of that heat, and the knowledge of what I was going to do to it left me gripping two handfuls of ass and bringing her down harder against it. She bit her lip and the rise and fall of her chest told me she was enjoying it as much as I was.
When her hips buckled, I jerked at her scalp.
“I didn’t say you were done, you better stop being stingy with that pussy.” I gripped it and rubbed, letting my hand grind and roll against her clit. She rocked back, and my fingers slid into the snug, warm confines of her cunt.
It felt just like I knew it would. My cock twitched and the pulse in its crown grew heavier.
“There you go.”
She moaned and her body glided against mine, her cunt swallowed my fingers, and her juices dripped down my hand. Her hips arched, and frantically rolled as she chased her pleasure. Desperate, needy sounds spilled from her with each ragged breath. I kept my fingers tangled in her hair but let her fuck herself while I watched.
“There’s my princess,” I scraped my cock over her clit and angled my fingers with each deep pass until she was screaming and rabid.
“Blaze!” she wailed, her hips feverishly flailing as I dodged that g-spot only to lay into it at other times. “Blaze, please…”
I rolled forward and rocked to my feet, taking her with me toward the bedroom.
“Blaze,” She flailed in my arms and thumped her fists at my shoulders.
I grabbed the right one and spun her around on the bed, pinning it against her back like those sheriffs liked to do me.
“We’re going to talk about your slap-happy antics, Princess.” I peppered her upturned ass with swats until she was dancing from leg to leg and twitching it back and forth. She alternated between laughter and tiny shrieks.
The way that sweet curve of hers jiggled, betraying itself only when she was turned upright like that. How could anyone not slap it? I grabbed and crudely massaged the bubble, spreading her wide.
“Leg up, Baby Cakes.” I ran a hand over that beautiful tattoo of hers and stepped into her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
She brought one leg up, and that ass blossomed before me.
I made a throaty sound of approval and reached down with the hand that wasn’t restraining her wrist to massage her from the back, giving her pussy a nice tight squeeze, and circling my fingers over her clit. It was glazed perfectly, so I smeared it around and dragged my fingers back to paint and stretch her entrance.
I grabbed my cock and painted the head of it in her nectar, teasing it up and down her pink flesh and eventually locking it against the hot promise of an entrance.
I loosened my hold on her wrist, not letting go, but making it obvious I would if I didn’t get the answer I wanted, “You want my dick, Princess?”
She moaned against a closed mouth and thrust her ass back at me.
“Nope,” I reached down to take it away and tapped her hole with the head of my dick like I was scolding her.
“You’re gonna learn how I like it. I like to hear your needy voice. You want to be daddy’s princess, or not? Tell me– Do you need to be fucked?”
Her head tilted back toward the sound of my voice, and she moaned, “I want it,” she whispered, her cheeks pink.
“This?” I asked, tapping her pussy and nudging the foot she still had on the floor, so she was left lewdly sprawled and angled.
She whined and I could feel her pussy quivering beneath the head of my cock.
“All of you. I need you to love me,” she whispered, sounding so vulnerable I let go of her wrist and ran my hand up the path of her spine. I leaned into her, chasing it with kisses.
I gently slid my hand over the base of her throat and jerked my hips, penetrating her with a sudden weighted stab of a thrust. My hand stroked her throat simultaneously, but I didn’t squeeze, so I distinctly heard the sharp whimper of pain that came with the tightest instinctive cunt clenching I’d ever experienced.
She made a few strangled, painful sounds and her shoulders tensed around her neck, blocking my kisses, and forcing me to move my hand a little.
“Hey–” I whispered, only to be met with shaking thighs.
She didn’t say anything, but I had a really bad feeling it was her first time. I ran a hand over her back, stroking it until she raised her face and braved a look at me.
“Sorry,” she shyly whispered.
“For what?” I flinched.
“You probably didn’t want someone lame in bed– I– I’ll learn to take it.”
“Take it–” I reached down and plucked my dick from her, earning a sharp hiss out of her.
“I’m so sor–” I didn’t wait for her to finish apologizing; I manhandled her to her back and threw her legs apart.
“Blaze,” she shrieked as I leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her hot, little clit.
I stuffed two fingers into her, swiped as much blood-tinged pussy liquor as I could gather and swiped it over my cheekbone with a laugh.
“What the fuck are you sorry for?” I asked, hiking my brows up when the only answer I got was her slack-jawed stare.
“This is mine. Am I supposed to be upset that no one else ever had the chance to sample it first? I’m not. Sorry, not sorry.” I dipped down and slurped her iron-tinged essence and French kissed her clit with patient, loving strokes that left her raising her hips off the bed.
I ate her pussy until she’d came so many times her body was limp on the bed. Only then did I scale my way up that beautiful women and slip my cock back inside her. Her hips arched and her eyes widened.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned against her lips.
I snaked my arms around her, enveloping her even as I buried my cock with torturously slow strokes that left me gritting my teeth. My eyes rolled back when I felt the ridge of my head catch on the rim of her pussy. I rushed back into her and clung to her shoulder while I ground. Her slick cunt was mesmerizing, and I grunted, losing myself to the tangling of our bodies. Her lust drunk blue eyes locked on me and my balls tightened. I was growing vocal as the cum started to boil. Each stroke made that zinging more pronounced as I edged closer to my end. I clung to her and shoved my cock into her until that clenching cunt gripped solid and I spilled with her name on my lips.
“March. My Marchella,” I repeated, until she finally grabbed my jaw and shut me up with a kiss.