Page 2 of Carrie's Strength
Giving the other nipple the same treatment, I kiss each one and then keep trailing down her stomach and resting between her legs. Moving her thighs as wide as I can, I lick from the bottom to the top before sucking on her clit hard, causing her to cry out, and her body to shoot up from the bed.
Using my forearm to hold her still, I go to town on her and feast on her juicy pussy.
I can feel her getting close. Slowly I place one and then two fingers inside of her and stroke that sweet spot. My girl explodes with my name screaming from her lips as she crashes over the edge of her orgasm.
Not giving her the chance to move, I lean over her, kissing her as I push inside of her.
Fuck, holy Jesus Christ, this is heaven.
“Hold on, baby, this is going to be fast and hard. Fuck, you feel like home.”
I start a punishing rhythm as my hands slide under her arms and hold onto her shoulders as I pound into her. She screams my name as she comes again.
“One more, babydoll, give me one more,” I demand.
“No, I can’t,” she cries.
“Yes, you can. Give it to me. I can’t hold on much longer,” I say as I feel my balls start to tingle.
I move my hand between us and press on her clit.
“Jason, holy fuck,” she cries as she comes again.
Feeling her pussy ripple around my cock causes me to join her as I roar out my orgasm.
Fuck, that was intense.
CHAPTERTWO
CARRIE
“Jason, holy fuck!” I cry as the most amazing orgasm takes hold of my whole body. Unable to stop the seizure-like tremors that rack my body. Jason’s arms wrap around me, holding me to him as my body comes down from the high, he has just given me.
Snuggling my face into his neck, I plant a soft kiss on his chin.
“That was amazing,” I say on a sigh as my whole body relaxes into his hold.
I swear being wrapped in his arms is my happy place. A place I feel safe, protected, and loved. But it is also a place where I feel confident and able to express how I truly feel without worry or stress. That’s the thing about Jason, since I came crashing, literally crashing back into his life with the son he had no knowledge of, he’s never held anything against me. I can be honest with him about how I’m feeling or coping. He listens and lets me get it all out without judgment. Which, in all honesty, is what I need. I hate that sometimes I freak out during sex, a movement or a word can send me back, and I get stuck in my head. Lost in the memories of what happened to me. I try to be the strong ol’ lady he needs by his side. Losing my shit makes me feel weak. I hate feeling weak. Weakness is not something the Sons of Havoc deal with. The club is built on strength, loyalty, and trust.
I am loyal to the club. I trust every brother in the club, well, nearly every brother.
One of the brothers just sets my nerves on edge. Dog joined the club a few years after I left. I’ve noticed recently that a few of the boys I’m close to give him a wide berth. Joker and Tank seem to barely tolerate him, BJ ignores him, and my dad and Bull watch him like a hawk. He disappears at times with no word or reason. He’s secretive, and my gut feeling warns me not to get close or be alone with him.
“You okay, babydoll?” Jason asks from beside me.
“Yeah, sorry, baby, just got lost in my head,” I assure him.
I snuggle back down into his arms, resting my head on his chest. His fingers lazily trail down my arm.
“You have a session today, don’t you?” he asks.
“Yeah, this afternoon,” I confirm
“How are you feeling about therapy?”
“I know it’s good for me, and it has really helped me work through how I’m feeling about everything that happened to me but . . .” I trail off, not really wanting to talk about it.
“But what?” he pushes.
