A Sinful Vow: Inked Angels MC (10 page)

I began to rock back and forth, easing into it. Short bursts escaped from my lips as I pulled up, then dropped back down. I was dripping wet and the motion was so simple and natural. It was like I’d been waiting my whole life to get fucked like this.

We began to move faster against each other. Blaze reached up a hand and stroked my clit as I bounced on his cock, exactly like he’d demanded. I arched my back and let my swaying tits catch the starlight. He gripped my hips, moaning.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he said. “Keep taking that cock all the way inside you.”

The heat in my pussy had reached an almost unbearable level. I needed release. Blaze could sense me getting close. He redoubled the speed of his thumb on my clit, going faster and faster. I was riding as fast as I could. My hips slammed into his as his dick filled me, filled me, filled me.

I was on the verge, on the edge, so ready to burst for him. Without a word of warning, he raised one of his massive hands and slapped me on the ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

It was all I needed.

I came thunderously, ricocheting back and forth with feeling that stretched from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my toes. My whole body squeezed like a single muscle. I could feel my pussy clamping down on his dick. I didn’t want to let it go, ever.

I rode the feeling in wave after wave. It was like electricity, like a drug.

I gasped. “Yes, yes, I’m coming for you. It feels so fucking good, Blaze.” I couldn’t help but moan his name again and again through lips that felt numb and quivering.

My hands on his chest were trembling, but he wasn’t done yet. He flipped me onto my back so that he could piston into me from his knees. His dick drove even deeper into me, reaching places he had not yet touched.

I was streaming with liquid need. My hands scrabbled to seize onto his so I could ride out the wave of the next orgasm. It almost felt like I would shatter as I came again, violently, right on the heels of the last.

Blaze was relentless. He worked my clit as he continued to fuck in and out. His cock grew even harder as he approached his own climax. He thrust once more, and then let loose a roar as he emptied a monstrous load inside me. I felt my body swallow it all, not willing to waste a single drop of his come. My legs locked together, trapping him inside me while we came hard with each other.

It took several long seconds before our breathing had slowed enough to be able to talk. Blaze looked at me hard.

“I’m taking you back to the villa right now, and I’m not letting you go to sleep until you’ve come like that for me at least a dozen more times.”

I shivered with anticipation as he took me in his arms and we set off for the building in the distance.

* * *

I lay on my back on the bed in front of him. I was naked, my knees pressed together. Blaze stood over me, his bare bulk roiling with the knotted tension of so many hours spent clashing against each other without release.

I let my eyes roam over him, loving as I always did how he struck such a unique figure against a world that shouldn’t let men like him exist. Tattoos covered his muscle-bound arms and chest. The skull of the Inked Angels shone on his shoulder.

Blaze was a contradiction in terms—exquisitely gorgeous, yet raw and brutal with muscle; a violent asshole and conqueror, yet so sensitive and tender that the tiniest stroke of his tongue on my clit could send me whirling into endless orgasms. He defied everything I had ever expected to find in a single man.

“Open your legs for me, Liv,” he ordered, pointing towards where I hid my soaked pussy from his view.

With one lazy hand, he stroked his cock, which stood ramrod straight, still wet with my juices. I licked my lips as I eyed it.

I did as he asked, letting my knees slowly come apart from each other. Blaze’s eyes lit up when he saw how my thighs were streaked with his come and my moisture. It had barely been minutes since we’d returned from the beach, but even that wait was too long to handle.

His tongue crashed into my slit, lapping up the physical representation of how much I wanted him to fuck me again. I threw my head back and let his name rip loose from my lips. My hands tangled themselves in his curls, begging him to go deeper and lick faster so that I could come again.

“That’s right, baby,” he growled as he raised his head and watched me writhe in pleasure. “Come for me. Come for your husband.”

He grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. I buried my face in the pillows to stop from screaming as he put the tip of his manhood against me and then slammed his hips forward with a brutal wrench.

I wanted it like this—savage, like an animal. I wanted to make him bellow as my tightening pussy milked him for all the come he could pour into me. His hands squeezed my ass as I rocked my hips back to meet his. I couldn’t get enough of him—I always wanted more.

I kept whimpering into the pillow while Blaze made me his.

This was my husband. We were bound by law, but now we were bound by this carnal entangling of each other. We were soaked in each other and I was loving every fucking moment.

Blaze. Once the boy next door…now my husband.

And here we were, fucking each other like the world depended on it.

I lost track of how many times I came like that, with my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth tearing into the pillow, as Blaze pounded into me ferociously from behind. I had to lock out all other sensation and focus on his cock filling me up. It felt realer than anything I’d ever felt, like he was fucking into my very soul.

Words dribbled out of my mouth like saliva. “Fuck…God…baby, please, more.” My throat was raw from begging for more of his cock.

He laid into me a dozen more times before he came, too. I could feel his semen splash into me and I reached a hand back to pull him even deeper in my pussy, so that we could shake and tremor and come together.

God, this was what I had always needed.

He collapsed next to me, wearied from the effort of spilling inside me over and over. Even now, my pussy was brimming with his come. How could I have gone so long without this? Even just the minutes between orgasms was too much for me to wait. I couldn’t believe I’d survived twenty-two years without Blaze’s cock filling me up.

“We aren’t going anywhere tomorrow,” he told me. “You and I, we’re staying right here. And I’m going to keep fucking you until neither one of us can walk.” He grabbed my face and planted a rough kiss on my lips. I bit his tongue, keeping it in my mouth, unwilling to let any part of him go.

“I’m glad I’m the first man to ever have you,” he continued. “But you should know, I’m going to be the last one, too. ’Cause I’m never letting go of a pussy that does what yours does to me. I’m never going to get enough of fucking you, but I’m damn sure going to try.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, letting my tongue do all the talking. My hands stroked his abs as we fell asleep, exhausted from the hours of fucking.

Right before we fell asleep, I heard him say something that almost made me come again without a touch.

“You’re mine now, Liv. Forever.”

Chapter 6: The Railing
Blaze

It shouldn’t have been different than anyone else, but goddamn, this was the best fucking I’d ever had in my life.

Every single time was better than the last. I’d come a thousand times, emptied load after load into her wet pussy or her eager mouth, and we still came at each other hungrier each time, with hardly seconds in between. I wanted that pussy wrapped around my dick more than drowning men wanted air, and I knew she felt the same. Every time I sank my dick into her, I saw how her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands squeezing mine until the knuckles went white.

I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get sick of hearing her moan and gasp when she came, or how she squeezed her thighs together so hard to ride out the orgasm like she was afraid of getting thrown off it. I was in love with how she refused to let me pull out of her until I didn’t have anything left in me.

It was incredible that I was still able to find new places inside of her that I hadn’t explored yet. I’d had her on her back, on her hands and knees, pressed up against a wall, and a million other contortions of our flesh smashed up against one another, but it was impossible to get too close.

We were drunk on each other, unable to stay apart, unable to keep our hands and mouths from sucking and licking and biting.

I woke up the next morning to her hand bringing my cock to her lips. She stared at me with big, round eyes as she took me into her mouth and sucked up and down, letting my cock stretch her cheeks to the absolute maximum. It felt so good, I wanted to come right then and there, but I knew that there was a long morning of fucking to go before I let loose another thundering shot of semen.

She grinned and mounted me, tucking me inside her where I belonged. I let her ride me for a while, working up a sweat as she rocked up and down, the length of me getting slicked in that sweet pussy juice that tasted like nectar.

I loved when she licked herself off of my fingers or dick. She’d suck all the juices from my fingertips and lick her chops like she’d never be able to get enough. I couldn’t blame her; it was so easy to spend hours between her legs, playing her like a fucking fiddle, plucking and sucking until she let loose that little squeal that got me so damn hard that I had no choice but to plunge right back into her.

Don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t sweet, sensitive, staring-into-each-other’s-eyes-while-banging-missionary-style sex. This was the most animalistic pounding I’d ever given in my life. It was fucking savage the way I thrust as hard as I could into this girl every time.

But she gave as good as she got. When she was on top, she dropped her hips down into mine like her life depended on fucking me senseless. She could vacuum my dick until I shot come down her throat like fire. When I had her smashed against the wall, she sank teeth into my neck as she came until she drew blood from my flesh.

It was the most relentless fucking I’d ever experienced in my life, and it still wasn’t enough. We spanked and tugged at each other, desperate for more, more, more.

After the thousandth time I’d come inside her that morning, we lay next to each other. My hand wandered around her body, loving all the bruises and scratches where we’d fucked the living hell out of each other.

“Damn, Liv,” I said. “This is fucking incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get out of this bed. I can’t get enough of you.”

Her eyes were bright and I knew she was thinking the exact same shit.

It was crazy that this girl was looking at me with a stare like that. Three days ago she’d been eyeing me from the other side of the altar like she wanted to murder me, while her brother waved a knife in my direction and the whole church seemed like it was about to erupt in a bloodbath.

Now, she lay next to me in bed, dripping with a dozen of my loads and looking at me like she damn near loved me. Life was a funny bitch sometimes.

“You’re still a son of a bitch.” She grinned.

“Of course I am,” I said. “The best one you know. And I’ll tell you what else,” I continued. “This son of a bitch is gonna keep filling you up until his fucking balls don’t work anymore.”

Olivia giggled. Fuck, that was a cute noise. I loved how she wrinkled up her nose when I said shit like that. My dick jumped up again.

“You’re disgusting,” she informed me.

“And you love it.”

Olivia rolled on her side to face me. She said, “I can’t believe you want
more.”

I laughed in her face. “Babe, I haven’t had even close to enough. Not rough enough, not dirty enough, and just plain not enough. Matter of fact, come here.”

I pulled her on top of me. My cock slid into her easily. I loved how her walls closed around me, nestling me inside of her with a tight, snug fit. She moaned and started to ride softly, gliding up and down.

“Fuck me, Blaze,” she moaned, already halfway gone.

She put her hands on my chest and wiggled her hips back and forth, right as I had an idea. I threw her off of me. She gasped in surprise.

“Wait, no, come back!” she said, doe-eyed. I ignored her and stood up, pacing outside to the porch, where the sun shone bright and full.

She sat ten feet away on the bed where I had tossed her, arms folded and pouting. “What the hell?” she demanded.

“Listen to me really closely, Liv. And do exactly what I tell you,” I said from where I stood ten feet away. “If you ever want this dick in you again—and I know you do—the first thing you’re going to do is get on your hands and knees.”

Her scowl deepened. “No way,” she pouted. “You throw me off, that’s it, game over.”

Did she really think I was gonna let her get off the hook that easily? No fucking chance. I stormed over to her, loving how the sight of all of me made her both terrified and turned on. Reaching her, I stuck out one massive hand and wrapped it around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough that she knew what the fuck I was about.

“I’m not going to tell you again, darlin’,” I hissed into her face. “You’re going to do what I tell you. Then I’m going to give you the best pounding yet. And when you’re coming on my dick like the good little wife that you are, you’re going to thank me. So get on your fucking knees.
Now.
”

I let go and she slid to the ground without another word. She opened her mouth and started to reach her tongue towards where my cock waved in the air by her face. But right when she was about to reach it, I took a step back.

Liv looked up at me, curious. “Crawl,” I commanded. She fell forward onto her hands and took a few tentative steps towards me. I stood still, letting her approach. When she had almost gotten close enough again, she stretched out her neck to take me into her mouth. But I took another step back.

We moved back across the room like this—her crawling towards me, yearning for my dick, while I let her get almost close enough to touch it before I backed away. Soon, I could feel the sun streaming through the open balcony doors. I could see Olivia getting wetter by the second as I made her work for the fucking she was about to get.

One more step, and then we were on the porch, bare ass naked for all the world to see. Moisture was dripping down the inside of Olivia’s thighs; she was so horny and ready for my dick inside her. I bumped into the railing and settled back, my arms spread wide

“You’re almost ready, so you can have a little taste,” I told her. She immediately leaped towards my cock, sucking like the greedy little come thief she was. One hand worked my shaft while the other gripped my balls.

“Yes, that’s a good little wife. Suck my cock like you want to be fucked,” I said. She responded with enthusiasm, sliding her tongue over every inch of me.

“Someone is desperate for it,” I told her. She moaned a yes through the mouthful of dick.

She sucked for a few minutes, my hand pressing against the back of her bobbing head. I decided she deserved a reward.

“You’ve done real good, babe. Have a little treat.” I seized her hips and threw her across the table that stood next to us. Knocking apart her knees, I lashed my tongue into her tight, wet pussy. I added some fingers, curling them inside her and beckoning towards her belly button to stroke the most sensitive part of her.

She came like fireworks before I had hardly even begun, so turned on by the game of cat and mouse we’d played across the bedroom floor. I worked her clit in wet circles while my fingers kept pulsing in and out of her. She twisted and squirmed as waves rolled through her. She bit her lip nearly raw trying to contain everything.

“If you want to feel this dick inside you, you need to come for me,” I said. “Ready?” She nodded, eyes rolled back in her head. “Go.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue. “Let it out, baby,” I told her. “Come.”

Olivia complied without hesitating, her naked body twitching like a live wire as I sucked her clit softly in and out while rubbing my finger inside of her.

When she had started to slow, I withdrew and watched as she panted heavily. I wiped a hand across my mouth, loving how her juices tasted.

“Fuck, you taste good, Liv baby,” I said.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she pleaded. “I need you.”

Without a word, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and bent her over the railing. Her legs spread apart. I shoved myself inside her with a grunt. This wasn’t going to be nice or soft—this was a pounding in the truest sense of the word.

I crashed into her brutally. With every thrust, she let loose another whimper of pleasure. I reached around to play with her clit some more while I let the fingers of my right hand dance around her hole. The full length of my dick emerged and then roared back into her.

I told her, “Bounce those hips back into me like you want it, girl.” She bucked back, wanting it, needing it, moaning it. We fucked each other as the waves crashed on the beach below.

I could feel myself getting close to coming harder than I had yet. I knew she had to be close, too.

“Say my name, Liv. Say the name of the man who is making you come right now.”

“Blaze,” she moaned out for the whole world to hear.

“Louder.”

“Blaze!”

“I wanna hear it fucking echo, Liv. Tell the world who your fucking husband is.”

She screamed my name over and over again, at the top of her lungs, until it bounced off the mountains and the water, as she came like a supernova. I emptied inside of her, nearly blacking out at the peak of my orgasm, as thick ropes of cum spurt out of my thick cock while it worked in and out of Olivia’s pussy.

“Blaze! Blaze! Blaze!”

God. Fucking. Damn.

* * *

Steam curled from underneath the bathroom door as Olivia showered. I sat on the bed, flicking through my cell phone, still reeling from the high of the best sex of my life. While I scrolled, a new text message came buzzing in.

Call me now.

It was from Croak.

I growled and dialed his number. The phone rang once, twice, then he picked up.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Croak said.

“Don’t act so fucking surprised,” I told him.

“You’re always a delight to talk to, Blaze.”

“
Delight
might as well be my middle name.” I scratched my neck where Olivia had left a seaof thick, mottled hickies. Fuck, that girl could be aggressive as hell. Gotta admit, though, I loved it. I’d unleashed a tigress in her and it was pretty fucking incredible. I couldn’t believe she’d been a virgin until now.

Croak interrupted me from my reverie. “No, not quite,” he said. “
Useless
might be a better middle name for you, because you’ve been with the Morris broad for nearly a week and you haven’t given us a single fucking piece of useful information.”