Page 36 of War's Witch
Leaning down, I take one of her dusky pink nipples into my mouth and suck hard, using my teeth to pull on the bud and making her scream my name.
Her hands grip the bedding, her chest heaving with heavy pants as I fuck her harder.
Sitting back, I grip the back of her knees. Pressing them to her shoulders, I thank fuck my girl is flexible. My cock slips from her as I reposition her body, then I smirk down when she looks at me with desire that is directed at only me. All fucking mine.
“So deep,” Cleo cries out.
Sweat covers my body, some dripping down on herflushed skin, but she doesn’t care, and frankly, neither do I. Her damp skin glows in the dim light of the room, making her look like a fucking angel.
I watch as my cock slides in and out of her, glistening with her juices. The sight makes my balls draw up, tightening to the point of pain. It is mesmerizing seeing my cock stretch her cunt, sucking me back in as she cries out, panting, chasing her orgasm.
“Need you to come for me, baby. Shit,” I hiss, feeling her pussy start to flutter.
Letting one leg go, I rest my hand on her cunt, my thumb pressing down on her clit that is so swollen it is sticking out from the hood, begging for attention. She trembles beneath me, her lips parting as she gasps.
“YES, Mason.”
Rubbing back and forth over her nub, I feel her pussy starting to clamp down, then I press hard and her eyes spring open, her body locks up, and she squirts. Fucking squirts all over me.
That triggers my own orgasm, and my balls explode, filling her cunt with my seed. I silently pray that I’ve planted my baby inside of her.
She is still coming as I pump slowly into her, my cock being strangled almost to the point of being cut off. I let her legs down, keeping us connected, and lay my body over hers, watching her with her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, matching my own. She couldn’t look more beautiful.
Unless she was round with my kid.
Who knew that picturing her pregnant would be a such a turn on?
“It has never felt like that before.” Her voice is soft but like smooth velvet to my ears.
I pull back so I can see her face, hooking her leg over my thigh, and she whimpers as my cock nudges inside of her.
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, searching for something. I brush her hair away from her face, my thumb moving over the apple of her cheek. This feels like home.
I softly kiss her lips, drawing a contented sigh from her and hell, that makes my heart happy.
“Good, because it was not me fucking you. From now on, it will always be like that, and better, baby.”
In a flash, mischief floods her gaze and she grins up at me.
“You are one cocky biker, Mason Naylor.”
“Yes, I am, baby, and proud of it.” I wink, then kiss her again.
Ending the kiss, I pull from her body. We both protest the loss, but I need to clean her up so we can get some sleep. Tomorrow, I plan on taking my girl out on a date; she just does not know it yet.
Once we are both cleanish, I climb into her bed, pulling the purple and black bedding up over us, keeping her flush against my body.
With her thigh over mine, she speaks up and shocks me with her question.
“How did Lilian die?” I inhale deeply, letting her question sink in. “You do not have to answer if it is too painful.”
With her hand on my chest, I grip it firmly, needing her to anchor me.
“A brain aneurysm. She was completely fine, never saw any signs. Then she started to get migraines, but she had had them since she was a teen, so she refused to go and get them checked out. Then one day she was driving home from the store and it blew. Killing her in seconds.”
“Oh, Mason, I am so sorry.” I feel her tears hit my chest.
She’s lying here, tears spilling for a loss that isn’t evenhers? The warmth of her body pressed to mine, with the weight of her hand anchoring me to the present, reminding me that I’m here, I’m alive, I can feel again.
