Page 32 of Battered Moves

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t move, so I slap her ass.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her bravado from before gone. I grab her hips and lift her over me so her pussy is hovering directly above me.

“I said sit,” I reply, trying to pull her down to me gently.

“But I don’t want to suffocate you,” she says, and I chuckle.

“If I die, I’ll go happily. Now give me that pretty pussy,” I say, pulling her down again, and she complies.

I push my tongue into her, exploring every inch of her. She’s so wet, and the taste of her drives me wild. I flick my tongue over her clit, and she moans, grabbing onto the headboard for support.

I continue to alternate between licking and sucking on her, grabbing her ass cheeks, wanting to bring her to the brink before letting her ride my cock. She’s close now, her hips grinding against my face as I work her. I slip a finger inside her, curling it just right, and her moans turn into screams as she comes hard, her wetness coating my face.

I keep licking and sucking on her, prolonging her pleasure as long as I can. When she finally comes down from the high, I gently lift her from my face and sit her down on my hips, my cock sandwiched between us and getting coated in her. She pulls me into a deep kiss, tasting herself on my lips. I can feel my cock straining against her, desperate to be inside her. She breaks the kiss and looks at me, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You want me, don’t you?” she asks, grinding her hips against me.

“God, yes,” I say, my voice rough with need. “I want you so fucking bad.”

She smiles and reaches down, taking my cock in her hand and guiding it to her pussy. She slowly lowers herself onto me, and I can feel her tight, wet heat enveloping me. We both moan as she sinks down onto me, taking me deep inside her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, feeling her breasts pressed against my chest. We start to move together, our bodies in perfect sync.

This is the moment I’ve been craving for so long—the feeling of being inside her, of being one with her. It’s the first time I’ve had sex in two years, and I know I’m not going to last long, but I don’t care. All that matters is this moment, this feeling. I close my eyes and bring our foreheads together, focusing on the sensation of her body moving against mine. I kiss her, whispering how good she feels, how perfect she is.

The heat inside me builds rapidly, but my orgasm takes me by surprise when her pussy spasms around me.

“Fuck,” I say on a gasp as I come hard, my body shaking.

Despite me coming already, Liv sits up and continues to move against me, her own orgasm building. I rub her clit to help her get there, and soon, she throws her head back and moans my name, her body shuddering as she comes.

We collapse onto the bed, spent and sweaty, before I pull her close, feeling the beat of her heart against my chest.This is what love feels like.

We lie there, tangled up in each other, and I feel so close to her. It’s not just about the physical pleasure, although that was incredible. I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead, basking in the afterglow.

“I love you,” I whisper, and she looks up at me with a soft smile.

“I love you too, River,” she says, and I feel my heart swell with happiness.

I know that this moment is just one of many we will share together, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. For now, though, I’m content to just lie here with the woman I love, savoring the warmth of our bodies and the beat of our hearts.

As I kiss Liv’s forehead once more, the door suddenly opens and Ryder peeks inside.

“Wow, your conversations really are the best,” he says with a chuckle, tossing a warm, wet washcloth to me, which lands on my belly. “Take care of our girl,” he tells me, and Liv laughs before flipping him off as he closes the door.

Although I could punch him right now, he has a point, so I lean over Liv.

“May I?” I ask.

She nods in response, and I begin to clean her up. When I’m done, we get under the covers and she cuddles into me. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off into a deep sleep—the first good rest I’ve had in what feels like days.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Jaxon

It’s early afternoon, and I’m sitting in my office, working on some training plans for new members, when my phone dings with a text from Baldy.

Is Liv with you?

I grin to myself at the nickname I gave Gunner in my phone.Sue me.Except, when I read the message, I frown before quickly checking the cameras on my second monitor to look for Liv in the dance studio or weight room. Maybe I missed her coming in, but no, Chase is wrapping up a class, and River is cleaning up the weight section. I assume Ryder is in Chase’s office next door.

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