Page 27 of Aftershock's Fury

She pulls her bottom lip between her perfect, cute teeth, and I’m done. I slip off my vest and throw it toward the chair in the corner. Then my T-shirt flies across the room next before I droponto her body. Her breasts heave against my chest, and I spurt a little cum from my cock.

“Tell me, Starlight. Tell me what we both know so I can take care of your ache.”

She swallows and then looks up at me. “I took it from your bag the night my mom died. It’s yours.”

“Fuck yeah, it’s mine.”

I kiss her long and deep before moving down her neck. I need her breasts in my mouth. I lick and suck each of her breasts, treating them the same, and love them up. She’s moaning and writhing beneath me.

“Fucker, you take my sister’s virginity, and I’ll kill you.” Kodiak pounds on the door.

“I won’t.” I groan because I suspected, wished, and hoped, but I wasn’t sure until he said those words.

Taking a swollen nipple into my mouth, I suck it deep, suckling on it just like our children will someday. I pull off with a pop, and she moans again.

“Tell me, Starlight. Did you save yourself for me?”

She nods her head. Her sexy eyes are dilated, and she’s begging me to take her. Fuck, I want her, but I can’t right now.

I slide further down her body and off the side of the bed. I just need a little taste, I tell myself as I grip her shorts and pull them off, along with her tiny thong. Leaning back, I take in her pretty pussy with only a thin landing strip of hair. The evidence of her desire is glistening along her lips. I bend forward and nuzzle my face against her.

“I only need a little taste to tide me over until I can take you.”

My tongue slides through her wetness, then I kiss her pussy the way I kiss her mouth. She arches off the bed and cries out. Her brother is going to bust that door in if I make her do that again. But I can’t stop myself. I need to make her come.

I lick and suck on her like a starved man, all while avoiding her clit. I watch it emerge from its hood, and then I give it attention. I gently lick it, and her moans grow louder.

“Please, Crue. Please I need it,” she begs.

I suck it deep as she screams and comes apart for me. When I’m done cleaning her up with my tongue, I wipe her essence from my lips and beard. I lean back on my haunches and watch as her body comes down from the orgasm.

“I want inside that body so bad, but we are going to wait. I’m going to give you time, but you are mine. Never doubt that.”

I rise to my feet and look down at her. She’s sexy as fuck, and I’m a crazy man for what I’m about to do. I roll her over and bite her flesh over that sexy tattoo.

“Mine,” I growl before snatching my shirt and cut off the floor. “Get dressed, Harlowe, we have plans today.” I walk toward the door.

“You’re leaving?” She sits up, and now her eyes are filled with a different fire.

“Yep, baby. When I take that pussy, you’ll be in our bed at our house, not in your brother’s. Besides, I want you to scream and moan, and he’ll come unglued if I make you do that here.” I chuckle as I walk out of the room, slamming the door.

“But—”

I don’t hear the rest of what she says, just something hitting the door hard. I imagine it’s one of her boots.

I’m crazy, but I’m also honorable. I’m going to give her the time she needs to get used to us before I take her innocence.

CHAPTER

NINE

HARLOWE

Ipull up to the apartment complex where Marnie and Oly live. Looking around, I know that if she had a guy who cared for her, he wouldn’t want her here. It’s not bad, but it’s not the best area. It’s also really unkept. The redwood paint is chipped and faded. The sidewalk and parking lot are full of cracks and frost heaves.

What makes it worse are the curtains fluttering in the apartment below hers. She’s told me about the guy who lives there. He’s asked her out numerous times and gives her the creeps. I wonder if I can ask one of the guys to come by to shake him up, but I don’t want to interfere. It’s taken Marnie a long time to open up to me. I’ve been working for her for almost two months.

I’m guessing she picked this place because it’s close to the bakery. Her car isn’t exactly the most reliable. The older Jeep Grand Cherokee looks great from the outside, but the worn interior and its hundred-thousand-plus miles tell a different story.

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