Chapter 10
10
THEA
M y first two days at the Hounds of Hellfire compound were exciting—mostly because I lost my virginity and had way more sex than I expected so soon afterward. I assumed that the third would be pretty boring, but I was proved wrong late in the evening when one of the prospects brought another bouquet with a note for me. Not that I actually saw it because Wizard thrust his hand between us to grab the flowers before I could take them from the guy.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled.
The prospect’s eyes widened, and he gulped before answering. “Um…these flowers were dropped off for your woman, so I brought them in for her.”
“You got one thing right…she’s my woman ,” Baylor snarled. “If shit gets delivered here for her, it comes to me. Got it?”
The prospect nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, now get back to the gate.”
The kid—who probably was about my age but seemed much younger—ran out the door of the clubhouse as though his pants were on fire.
“You didn’t have to be so mean,” I chided with a sigh.
“I sure as fuck did,” Baylor disagreed, yanking the card from the flowers before striding to the bar to drop them into the garbage. “This is a safe place for you. Nothing is supposed to touch you while you’re here.”
I was about to point out that the prospect hadn’t purposely done anything to hurt me, but I pressed my lips together when he started to read the note. My words dried up at the fury in his dark eyes, and I whispered, “How bad is it?”
“Worse than the last one,” he grunted. “He’s pissed that you’re here with me. Doesn’t get why you think you had to come to the club for protection when he’d never hurt you. He threw in some threats to me, which I expected. But the part that really pisses me off is that he might need to do something to you that he’ll regret if you don’t stay away from me when you’re supposed to be his.”
Baylor seemed angrier than I was scared, so I funneled my fear into soothing him. “But I’m not his. Can’t ever be because I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking straight you are,” he growled, shoving the note into the inner pocket of his cut.
Interlacing our fingers, I urged, “So how about you take me to your room and remind me just how much I belong to you.”
“That what you need right now?” he asked.
“It’s what I want. Always,” I confirmed, tugging him toward the hallway.
There was something extremely hot about how possessive he got, and I knew a way to reward him for looking out for me so well that I’d wanted to try since I first wrote it in a book.
“That fucker,” he muttered, barely registering that I pulled him into his room and locked the door behind us.
He finally blinked, looking down at me. “We’re going to find him before he has the chance to get close. You gotta know that, baby.”
I nodded, taking his hands and pulling him toward the bed. “I know, but I don’t want to think about him right now. I have something way better in mind.”
He finally smiled, his whole body now standing at attention. “Oh?”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him between my legs.
Slowly, I shifted so I was on my back, turning around and scooting down until my head hung off the bed as I looked up at him. The anger drained from Baylor’s gaze, quickly replaced by fierce desire.
“You sure this is what you want, baby?”
“Uh-huh. If my research was right, you’ll be able to see your dick go down my throat as I taste you.” Just saying the words had me on fire, and as soon as he pulled his pants down, revealing his dick, leaking at the tip, I couldn’t help but lean up and lick the precome.
A deep groan rumbled up his chest. “Fuck, baby. I pictured you just like this when I read that scene.”
I understood the mechanics involved with the position I wanted to try, but any nervousness I felt over trying something new paled in comparison to the excitement I felt over turning him on.
Leaning forward, Baylor placed his arms on either side of my hips as he slowly inched his cock between my lips. He didn’t move fast, letting me take the lead as I sucked in the head, using my hand to stroke his shaft so that I didn’t end up with too much in my mouth all at once. Just like the blow job scene I wrote.
“Yes, baby. You’re such a good girl when you suck me just like that,” he praised as his hands went to my leggings, pushing them down along with my panties until his fingers slid inside my wet center.
I got even more turned on that he’d taken my hint and was playing with me while I sucked his dick. I moaned around his shaft, my tongue licking the underside.
“You’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of me in rhythm with the movement of his hips as he fucked my mouth.
He was too deep for me to answer, to the point where I was almost gagging on his dick as it hit the back of my throat.
Then he pressed his thumb to my clit, and I moaned, bucking to meet his fingers.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my hand. Show me that you’re mine with my dick in your mouth and my fingers in your tight pussy.”
As if his words pulled the orgasm from me, my legs tightened around him, my whole body shaking as I came harder than I ever had before.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, leaning forward so his face was between my legs. Then he spread my legs so he could lick up every bit of my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.
I felt an aftershock with each swipe of his tongue, but that didn’t stop me from swirling mine around the tip of his dick while it was still in my face. Too soon, he picked me up and flipped me around so that he was lined up with my entrance.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, he rasped, “Your mouth felt too damn good. If you keep going at my cock like that, I’m going to come, and that’s reserved for your pretty little pussy.”
We still hadn’t had the actual conversation about continued lack of birth control, but I figured we both knew the risks we were taking. And judging by some of the stuff that he said about knocking me up when he was deep inside me, Baylor wasn’t scared about possibly getting me pregnant. More likely, he was excited about it maybe happening. And so was I.
At some point, we’d have to talk about it—preferably before I was already pregnant. But not when he was about to sink his perfect dick inside me.
Then he filled me to the hilt with one powerful thrust, giving me exactly what I needed, and all of my thoughts scattered.
“This tight little pussy is mine and only mine. Isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he swiveled his hips, hitting a spot that I felt deep in my womb.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he grunted, slamming into me. Hard.
It felt so good, and I was already close to another orgasm. My eyes drifted shut, but Baylor wasn’t having it. “Eyes on me,” he demanded. “And tell me again who this pussy belongs to while you fly apart for me. Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours get all hazy while I make this pussy come for me, like it was made to do.”
“I’m yours,” I panted.
“Louder, baby. Tell me what else is mine.” The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he slid his hand between us, circling my aching clit with his thumb as he pounded into me.
“My pussy is yours. All yours.”
“Damn straight, it is. Now come for me. I want to feel you around my cock as I fill you. Everyone will finally know you’re mine when you’re carrying my baby in your rounded belly.”
He proved yet again that I had a hidden breeding kink because his words sent me flying over the edge. I came hard, my toes curling and my entire body shuddering underneath him. After a few more pumps of his hips, I felt the warm splash of his come against my inner walls. Then his body collapsed on mine, although he was careful not to give me too much of his weight.
Rolling onto his side, he laid his head in the crook of my neck and peppered kisses there. I could barely move, my head lolling against the sheets.
We stayed connected for a few more moments before Baylor slipped out of me, and I whimpered, already missing the feeling of him.
“I love how much you hate to lose me after sex.”
“Because your dick is mine, just like my pussy is yours,” I rationalized with a grin.
“True.” He kissed my temple before heading to the bathroom, giving me a perfect view of his naked butt. He returned shortly with a damp washcloth, cleaning between my legs before tossing it to the side.
“Cuddle me to sleep?” I asked, my eyelids growing heavy.
He laughed before sliding in next to me, his arms going around me so I could snuggle in against his warm chest. “Anything for you, baby.”