Page 71 of Blackbeard
I arched an eyebrow, warmth blooming in my lower belly at his promise. After tomorrow, he wouldn’t be making that kind of offer anymore.
One last ride,I thought. I’d take him to bed for a farewell fuck, before all hell broke loose.
Blackbeard and I stumbled in the front door of his house, hungry mouths locked together. I unbuckled his belt as he reached for my shirt, yanking it over my head.
Hooking his hands behind my knees, he hoisted me up, guiding my legs around his waist. I hurried to unhook my bra and tossed it aside, savoring the feel of his worn leather cut against my bare nipples.
“I’ve needed to fucking taste you for hours,” Blackbeard grumbled. Sucking an open-mouthed kiss into my neck. Trailing his lips down between my breasts.
I gripped a fistful of his hair, savoring the indulgence of his silky locks spilling between my fingers. God, he was so damngoodwith his tongue, his hands, his cock. No one else made me come as many times as he did. And it was a crying shame that I had to walk away from the best sex of my life, all because of a stupid biker war.
My back hit the wall, and the next thing I knew, Blackbeard and I were sliding to the floor, too wrapped up in each other to give a shit. He tugged off my jeans, peeled down my panties. I stripped off his cut, curling my fingers into his shirt with a gasp when he pried my legs open and licked a hot stripe up my pussy.
I clutched his head, grinding shamelessly against his tongue. Blackbeard hooked my legs over his shoulder and cupped my ass with his callused palms, kneading the flesh with his deft, agile fingers.
My orgasm ripped through me within seconds—blinding and bright. Stars danced across my vision as my body bowed off the floor. Blackbeard’s tattooed fingers gripped my pale thighs, sucking at my clit like a dying man in the desert.
I pushed weakly at his head.
“Let mebreathe,” I panted.
Blackbeard sat back on his knees, wiping my slick from his chin. The tile floor was cool against my back and goosebumps rippled across my skin. I pushed myself up, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
He swept my hair aside as I released his cock. God, it was fucking beautiful. I never got tired of seeing it—the thick, flared head, the meaty girth, and that fat vein running along the left side. I followed it with my tongue, flicking my gaze up to him.
Blackbeard’s expression was unreadable, but I couldn’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. I grinned up at him, delivering a teasing lick to the tip.
His thighs clenched, hips thrusting toward my mouth. His cock jutted out, rock hard and pulsing.
Before I could make another move, Blackbeard gripped the back of my neck and kissed me so hard that our teeth clashed. I sucked in a gasp of surprise. He took advantage of the opportunity, sliding his tongue past my lips.
Good. I wanted it hard and fast tonight.
Blackbeard took my wrist and pulled me to my feet, guiding me through the house. We barely made it to the living room before he dropped onto the couch. I climbed over him, with his hands at my hips, and my breasts swinging into his face.
“You know,” I said, lining his cock up at my entrance. “If you hadn’t been such a prudish stick-in-the-mud, we could have been having fun like this every day since our wedding.”
Blackbeard chuckled as he cupped my tits, squeezing them together, licking over one nipple then the other.
“Couldn’t make it easy for you,” he countered. “A spoiled little princess like you had to learn how to work for it.”
I sank down onto his cock, earning a moan from both of us. His belt buckle bit into my thighs, and the rasp of his jeans on my bare skin only heightened the sensation of his searing thick cock buried so deep inside me.
Blackbeard reached up, cradling my face in his palms, and tilted my head down, locking his gaze on mine. I could have sworn he throbbed even bigger with the eye contact.
He thrust his hips upward, hitting an angle that had my legs shaking. I couldn’t come from it—not yet anyway—but with one stroke after another, he kept me on the edge, trembling with my orgasm just out of reach.
“Do you love me?” Blackbeard rasped.
The breath punched out of me. My walls clenched, and I curved my shoulders inward, trying to pull away at the unexpected intrusion of that one, simple word.
Love.
Only four letters, and yet the word rose between us, big and bold as the mountains outside Blackbeard’s window.
I couldn’t answer that. My tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.
“Wh-what?” I stammered. “What are you—?”
