CHAPTER SIX
– NORIE –
Sweet bliss. There are only a few moments when my brain hits pause and sometimes it happens during sex. Mostly during an orgasm, rarely when the guy is still leading up to it.
“Aaahhhh,” I groan when he sinks his teeth into my neck and starts to suck.
The added pain morphing to pleasure makes my pussy clench as he slams hard inside me.
In out, in out, it’s as if he’s trying to hammer our bodies in place.
I press my heel against his ass, urging him to go deeper.
All while I’m sure he’s already bottoming out with each thrust. His mouth latches onto another spot right below my ear.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Pleasure.
Sweet, sweet pleasure. His hand is ripping the fabric of my blouse.
He shoves down my bra, fingers are kneading my breast, tugging my nipple, pressing a nail into it while his other hand has a bruising grip on my hip.
His cock is pounding my pussy, teeth sinking into my skin.
..he’s completely possessing my body and all I’m capable of is asking for more.
Insane, but man do I need this. Shit. I haven’t seen his dick, but it feels big and delicious. When he stared me down with a load of challenge, ripping the foil of the condom, I couldn’t do anything but stare back.
“Yes!” I scream when he shifts his hips and hits a nice spot deep inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Waves of bliss follow, forcing me to close my eyes and relish in the way my body is deliciously being used by this man while I reap the benefits. I dig my nails into his back and can only hold on as he keeps throwing his hips back and forth.
He pulls his head back and buries it into the other side of my neck, instantly latching onto my skin again.
My heart races, my lungs burn, and my clit is pulsing with building need.
..again. I can’t believe this man just gave me an orgasm and is already forcing another one to bubble to the surface.
I’m ready to give in when my breath halts inside my throat.
Fatal’s hand is wrapped around my neck, his mouth near my ear when he growls, “Do not squeeze your cunt. Hold back. Don’t come again until I allow you to come around my cock.”
Oh, shit. Of course I clench at the raw sexy demand.
His growl rumbles against my skin right before he bites down again.
And why does it turn me on even more? All I can think about is the bliss this man creates inside my body.
Nothing else matters, nothing else exists, except for the euphoria flowing without limits.
“Fuck. I want deeper,” he murmurs against my neck.
A scream of protest gets stuck in my throat when he suddenly pulls out, leaving me with a barren feeling.
Hands are on my waist, pulling me off the table and roughly planting me on my feet before spinning me around.
He presses a flat hand between my shoulder blades, leaving me no other option than to press my cheek to the table and flatten my aching breasts to the cold surface.
The sting followed by tearing fabric, along with the growled words, “Fuck this silk,” lets me know he just ripped my panties off instead of shoving them to the side again. I can feel the fat head of his cock slide through my drenched folds.
“Fuuuuuck,” I scream when he fills me balls deep in one thrust.
I’m still gasping for air when he suddenly shoves something into my mouth.
“Can’t have you squealing, it’s distracting and I want to enjoy myself,” he rumbles beside my ear, never missing a thrust.
The rude asshole shoved my own panties into my mouth? Ugh. How does this idiot go from hot to cold, asshole to protective, flipping a coin and not caring about anything else except himself. Shit. Oh. Fuck. Scratch that. His fingers rubbing, pinching, teasing my clit contradicts what I just said.
Screw him and his warning. I’m going to squeeze the hell out of his cock and ride the orgasm of my life if I can just get one more...
“Oh, no you don’t.” His voice is a lustful grunt. “Not yet. Not. Yet.”
He keeps thrusting, drawing out pleasure as he bites down at yet again another spot.
“That’s it. I can feel your cunt begging my cock, dripping with the need to come. You’re ready now. Fuck. My balls are ready to blow. You want it, don’t you? Say it.”
I tilt my hips, wanting him deeper. I can barely move with his muscled body pinning me to this table.
“Please,” I try to muffle the words on a whimper and the fabric of my panties.
“Yes,” he grunts and slams harder inside me. “Beg me to make you come, Norie. Fucking beg for my cock.”
No way. Not only due to the silk muting the words, but I’m too overwhelmed by the pleasure overriding my brain.
I’m fairly sure there are muffled screams ripping from me as I see stars.
I clench around his cock as if to brand him with my pussy the way this man has been marking my neck with his mouth.
Now he’s the one bellowing, “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
“Who’s the one needing freaking panties shoved into his mouth now?” my mind offers.
Then there’s sweet nothing when Fatal is lifting off me to grip my hips as he slowly pumps in and out.
His cock is slightly softening and it feels like he’s making sure he’s filled the condom to the brim.
I shudder, pussy clenching through what feels like a micro-orgasm as an aftereffect.
Shit. I don’t think any sexual encounter I had in the past can measure up to this one. Chemistry is everything, I guess.
I whimper when he pulls out and instantly reaches for my mouth to pull the fabric out.
Fatal smacks my ass. “Delicious snug cunt. Good thing you’re club property.”
Anger flows through me, completely muting the sweet serenity he just fucked me in.
“You’re an asshole,” I seethe.
Fatal smirks as he rips the condom from his dick and throws it in the direction of the trash can. “An asshole who had you begging around your own panties a few seconds ago.”
I shrug. “Your cock might hit the right spot, but the rest of you sucks.”
Loud pounding on the door draws our attention, along with the words, “Prez, we’ve got company.”
Fatal shoves his cock back into his jeans and zips up. I awkwardly shove my skirt down and feel weird with my ripped stockings and no underwear.
Scooping up my bag, I grumble, “I need a shower.”
“Head into my room, you know where it is. It’s where you will be staying from here on out,” Fatal states as he opens the door.
“Melon’s buddies are standing at the gates,” someone says.
“Melon?” I wonder.
Fatal glances my way and states, “You’ve only seen pieces of him on my boot.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew. I sure hope his buddies didn’t come here to pick up the pieces.”
Huck laughs while my mind is still stuck on the name and it’s why I mumble in afterthought, “Did his head at least explode like a melon so he stayed true to his name?”
More laughter from others around us.
“Do you think it’s wise to share this kind of shit?”
“Calm down, Heart,” Fatal replies. “Norie is club property and here to stay. She’s Swade’s daughter.”
“Verdict pending DNA results,” I grumble and let my gaze slide to a TV screen behind the bar, showing three guys standing in front of the gates.
“We’re going to discuss this later,” Heart states. “First we need to deal with this.”
Fatal nods. “Let’s get our guns back and kick these fuckers out of town.”
Yikes, that sure doesn’t sound peachy. “Good luck. I’m going to hit the shower.”
Without waiting for a reply, I stride down the hallway and enter the room I slept in last night. I close the door behind me and flip the lock. Taking my bag into the bathroom, I take out my black yoga pants, and a pink sweaterdress. First, I need to shower and get dressed before I plan my escape.
I sigh in contentment when the hot water rains down on me. Reaching for the tiny shampoo bottle I always carry with me, I make quick work of washing my hair. A few minutes later I’m done and rubbing myself dry with a fluffy towel.
Another handful of minutes later I walk into the bedroom with my bag over my shoulder. There’s no way I’m going to crawl out of a window. When I walked to the room before, I saw a door down the hallway and that’s where I’m going, hoping I can escape through the yard.
Once I’m out of the building I notice the whole backyard is surrounded by a high fence. Great. I turn to open the door and go back inside, only to find it locked. I have no other choice but to round the building...and that’s where things fuck up...again.