Chapter 7 - Eden #2
The bed is creaking beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember we're in a clubhouse full of bikers who can probably hear everything. I don't care. Let them hear. Let them know Davis is fucking me like his life depends on it.
He keeps thrusting, faster and harder, and I love every single second of it. Sweat drips from his hair, landing on my belly, my breasts. We're both giving everything we have, bodies slick and perfect together.
"Davis—" His name tears from my throat. "More… I need more—"
"I'll give you everything." His voice is wrecked, raw. "Everything you need."
And he does. He angles his hips differently, hitting deeper, harder, and I'm screaming now. Actually screaming, not caring who hears, not caring about anything except the way he's filling me, fucking me, making me feel things I've never felt before.
His rhythm falters for just a moment, and then he's slowing down, pulling out of me completely. I whimper at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing.
"Get on all fours," he orders, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see your pretty ass."
Pretty. He called my ass pretty. Not fat, though it is, gloriously so. Not big, not thick, not any of the words people use when they're trying to be polite about something they actually think is too much. Pretty. Like he genuinely loves what he sees.
I flip over, getting on my hands and knees, head down as far as I can manage, ass up in the air. I'm completely exposed like this, vulnerable, and I fucking love it.
Davis's hands are on me immediately, gripping my ass, kneading the flesh. Then his mouth… He's kissing around my ass, over the curves, his teeth grazing skin.
"I fucking love your ass," he says against my skin, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "So goddamn perfect."
Then he's sliding back inside me from behind, and the angle is even better. Deeper. Fuller. I can feel every inch of him, the way my body stretches to accommodate his size, the way my ass jiggles with each thrust.
"Fuck yes!" I'm pushing back against him, meeting his movements, and his good hand comes down on my ass in a sharp slap.
The sound echoes through the room, followed immediately by the sting of pleasure-pain that makes me moan. He does it again, harder this time, and I feel my ass ripple like waves with the impact.
"You like that?" Davis asks, his voice rough.
"Yes! Fuck! Do it again—"
He obliges, slapping my ass while fucking me deeper, harder, each thrust pushing me forward before I push back to meet him again. The rhythm is perfect, primal, exactly what I need.
Then his hand is in my hair, gripping tight, pulling. My head comes up, my back arching, and the new angle makes him hit even deeper. He's not pulling hard enough to hurt, just enough to control, to position me exactly how he wants me.
"So fucking beautiful like this," he growls, never slowing down. "Taking my cock so well. Made for this. Made for me."
"Davis, you're incredible—" The words come out broken, punctuated by his thrusts.
"All for you." His grip in my hair tightens slightly. "You deserve the best. So, I'll always give you the best."
*Always.*
The word registers through the haze of pleasure. I look back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. "Always?"
"Yes. Always. Because after this, there's no way I'm letting you leave my sight. I want you. All of you. Forever."
Forever. He wants me forever.
The declaration should scare me. We barely know each other. This is insane. But instead, it ignites something fierce in my chest, and I'm throwing my ass back harder, meeting his cock halfway, taking everything he's giving me and demanding more.
"Yes, fuck, yes!" I'm chanting now, lost in it.
Davis presses down on my back suddenly, and I collapse onto the bed, chest and face pressed into the mattress. He stays on top of me, his weight careful not to crush me but keeping me pinned and starts pounding into me in this new position.
Prone bone. He's fucking me in prone bone, and I'm rolling my eyes back in my head because nothing has ever felt this good.
My hands scramble for purchase, gripping the sheets, pulling the nearest pillow to my face to muffle the sounds I'm making.
But I can still hear everything else: his body slamming against mine, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy, the splashing noise because I'm so fucking wet it's obscene.
"Don't hide those sounds," Davis says, pulling the pillow away from my face. "I want to hear you. Want everyone to know how good I'm making you feel."
"Davis, fuck… I can't. It's too much—"
"You can take it." His voice is commanding. "You're taking it so well. My perfect girl."
*His perfect girl.*
The words push me closer to the edge. I'm trembling, my pussy clenching around his cock, another orgasm building fast and hard.
"I'm close," Davis warns, his rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck Eden. I'm so close—"
He starts to pull out, but my hand shoots back, grabbing his hip, stopping him.
"Cum inside me," I demand, looking back at him over my shoulder. "If you want me forever, then be the one and only man to ever finish inside me."
Davis's eyes go wide. "Eden—"
"I want this." I push back against him, taking him deeper. "I want you. All of you. So fucking cum inside me, Davis. Make me yours."
That breaks him.