by Jenika Snow
The low throb that had been present between her thighs now became a fierce pounding.
“I want this. I’m ready for this, Pierce.”
He made this deep, low and almost pained sound. “When I look at you I see a woman that is strong, that knows what she wants and what she needs.” He moved closer. “If only you knew what I see when I look at you, at the fierce woman you really are.” His voice was low and filled with heat. He popped the button of his jeans, pushed the pants down, and then he stood there in nothing at all, completely bared for her, and unashamed.
The sight of his cock, hard, long thick, was startling all in itself, but it was the shock of seeing the piercings, plural, on his erection and balls that had her entire body alight with shocked lust.
He had a hoop pierced right through the tip of his cock—right through the hole at the crown. But that wasn’t all. Underneath his cock, as he gripped the shaft and stroked it from root to tip, were three barbells pierced right through the underside of the length. She didn’t know what it was called, but the sight of those piercings had her insides clenching, her desire lifting, and her pussy creaming so hard she was about to pass out. And then his balls, God, he even had a piercing there, too.
“I know you were hurt in the past, baby, and if I could go back and hurt them I would.”
That had her thinking about what he’d said about Carl, about how her father had killed him. Did Violet know? She hadn’t gotten that far in the conversation with her best friend when they spoke, but she knew that was a conversation she’d prefer to talk about with them in privacy, even if her father had done it with the club. She deserved to know the truth.
“I’d kill anyone that hurt you, and make sure they suffered. You’re mine now, Fallina, and that means that I won’t ever let any motherfucker touch you.” His words were low and deep and held a lot of threat.
Although this was what she wanted with every part of her body, her mind … hell, her soul, could she actually surrender to her wants and give herself to Pierce? Could she let go of everything, even if only for one night and trust him with this part of her?
She could, and she would.
Fallina didn’t say anything, couldn’t even form words at that moment. She stood, feeling her strength once more, but her knees shook, and her legs threatened to give out on her. But she took a step closer to him. She stood before him, the largeness of his entire body blocking out everything behind him.
The force of his breathing brushed across her face, ruffling the tendrils of her hair. His chest rose and fell quick and hard. Was her need just as evident as his?
Her hands shook, her whole body was shaking in fact, but she lifted them and placed them on his hard abdomen. The hard muscles clenched under her palms, and she slid her hands up the rolling, defined hills of his chest, along his tattoos, and stopped to trace the lines of dark and colorful ink when she reached his upper chest. The beat of his heart was strong and steady, whereas hers was fast and frantic.
“Fallina, damn, baby. I’m barely holding on as it is.”
If she derailed from what she wanted to do she wouldn’t be able to regain her strength and continue with this. She leaned into him, felt the heat from his body seep into hers, and closed her eyes. It felt good to feel his warmth with nothing between them. When she opened her eyes it was to look into his face. The fierce expression reflected back at her increased her lust for him.
Very gently she curled her fingers into the hard, yet pliant skin at his chest, her nails digging into him. He hissed out, and when she went to remove her hands he stopped her by placing his much larger ones over hers. He kept her open palms on his chest, right over his pecs, and stared down at her.
He said in a low voice, “I’ll be the only man you’ll ever be with again, Fallina.”
She swallowed and nodded. “And as crazy as I think this all is, I want that, Pierce. I want that so much.” She moved back from him and reached behind her to undo her bra. Fallina was about to be with Pierce, and that scared the hell out of her, but it also excited her so damn much.
Chapter Twelve
Pierce stared at Fallina, feeling all kinds of things moving inside of him that wouldn’t have made sense if he wasn’t accepting of them, if he didn’t embrace them because he’d known she was for him the moment he saw her on that stage. He wanted her, cared about her, and the damage that had been done by that motherfucker had screwed with her head. He’d make sure she knew he was here for her, help her out and give her that strength.
He took in the sight of her creamy flesh, of the way she was nice and plump in all the right places, and of how her breasts would overflow in his hands. Of course he’d seen all of this goodness, all of this supple, ample body when she was on stage dancing, but never had it been so intimate, or felt so right.
He didn’t want to scare her, didn’t want to rush this or be too rough. But Pierce was used to the hardcore kind of sex, the kind that was wild and reckless, that didn’t hold anything back. Fallina would need to go slow, and despite the fact he thought that would be hard because he wanted her so damn badly, he also knew he could be whatever she needed.
His cock throbbed, jerked in his palm, and maybe he shouldn’t have been so lewd with stroking himself. But damn, just looking at her had him harder than he’d ever been. His cock throbbed, pre-cum seeped from the tip, and the need to be buried in her tight heat, claiming her, filling her with his cum, had him about to bust a nut right in front of her.
Pierce had seen her checking out his cock, at his piercings. He had a lot, he knew that, but it made him who and what he was. Besides, once he had his cock in her and she felt those piercings she’d love them. He knew that, because they were meant to be pleasurable.
Letting go of himself and moving toward her, Pierce wanted to devour her, taste every part of her, and he would. Right now he would. He reached out and cupped one large breast. The weight was substantial, and his cock jerked forward. His balls drew up tight, and his muscles tensed. The image of spreading her out, opening her thighs so he could see her sweet, wet cunt, and then shoving his dick into her, slammed into his head like a violent beast.
He smoothed his other hand on her breasts, held both mounds now, and felt her nipples harden further under his palms. Smoothing his fingers over her nipples, loving how tight they were, how hard and engorged, had his mouth watering. He leaned forward, pushed her gently on the bed and started going to work on worshipping her. This got him off more than she’d ever know.
He started at her feet, moved his lips around her sole, his tongue up her arch. She smelled of soap, her flesh soft, her skin fragrant. He moved up her legs, kissing and licking at her left leg then moving to her right. He did this so long his tongue felt raw and swollen, but he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t until he had her body memorized.
Moving his tongue over her thighs, he only dipped the muscle along her slit for a moment, reveled in the fact she arched for him, needing more, clearly wanting more.
He moved along her curved, full belly, sucked at her navel, dipped his tongue inside the little indentation, and then moved higher until he was sucking at her breasts. He cupped the mounds, alternating between both of them. He sucked on her nipples, pulling them gently with his teeth, loving that she squirmed beneath him, panting for more.
He could have gotten off on this alone, wanted to come so fucking badly, but he’d be buried balls deep within her when he let go. He wanted her like he had never wanted another woman, and craved her like he was starving and she was the only thing that could sate his hunger.
Being with her was wrong on some level, and maybe it could even be seen as a betrayal to Cain. Pierce couldn’t dispute that, but he couldn’t stop this either. With Fallina he wanted to protect her because she was his, because he looked at her and knew that he’d kill for her. When he looked into her soft face, took in her long, dark hair that he wanted to tug on, and then bring close to his face to inhale the sweet scent, he knew that what he felt for thi
s woman was pretty damn powerful.
He’d do anything for her, even risk his relationship with the club and Cain to make sure she stayed his.
The women he’d had sex with were whores, all women that had put out because they thought to gain something from him. They didn’t care about men using their bodies. They liked it that way in fact, and he hadn’t thought twice about it. But with Fallina it was different. They’d have to approach Cain with this sooner or later, because Pierce wanted her and wasn’t going to give her up, no matter what. He wanted to have Cain’s approval, but even if he didn’t, he’d still have Fallina as his.
He inhaled deeply, took in the light floral scent of her hair, and closed his eyes. He was used to taking what he wanted when he wanted it. But Pierce would be so gentle with her, let her lead … to an extent.
She looked up at him, and he let go of one of her breasts to cup her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. With her hands on his chest he felt her smooth them down his abdomen until she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He groaned at the fact she was touching him, gently stroking him. Moving his hand behind her head, he held her. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to show her that he could be a gentler man when it came to her.
When she moaned and removed her hand from his dick he moved his hands beneath her and held her panty covered ass, squeezed the globes, and then lifted her easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs, and he wished the material that separated her from him were gone.
“I want the panties gone, Fallina.”
She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force. He moved back just enough to allow her to remove the material, to obey him, listen to what he had to say. The thatch of trimmed dark hair that covered the top of her mound aroused him like a fucking animal about to devour its prey. Her bare pussy lips had pre-cum slipping from the tip of his cock. The way her legs were wide open, giving him that prime shot of her wet, swollen, and red pussy, made him feel feral. He grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip, hard and fast.
She sat up, surprising him at the intensity on her expression, at the fact she was staring at him, desire across her face so tangible he felt it. She then reached for him, grabbed his hand, and pulled it away from his cock. Cum slipped from the tip of his dick, his need for her so pronounced, so heady, he couldn’t even think straight.
He didn’t know what she was doing at first, but then when she leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock he groaned. She grabbed the root of his cock with her hand, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, and all common sense and rationality left him. This woman was wounded, but she was pleasuring him, giving him this gift. God, he felt like he might be rushing her, pushing her to do this.
He moved back, her mouth coming free from his cock with a pop. “I feel like this might be too fast, Fallina.” Yeah, he’d just said that. He scrubbed a hand over his face, breathing out.
“What?” she asked and blinked.
“Yeah,” he said with a hardness to his voice.
“I’m here because I want to be,” she said softly. “I’ll say it again, Pierce. If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t be here, naked, wanting you to make me feel something other than what surrounds me.”
And then he let all his worries fade, because this woman was strong, was independent, and he knew that if she didn’t want something she’d have said so. She certainly told his ass off at the club when he’d wanted to take her home.
“Okay, baby,” he said and knew this woman would change everything he felt and thought. He moved closer to her, touched her shoulders, and gently pushed her back on the bed until she was lying on it, her legs spread, and her lips parted as she breathed in and out harshly from her arousal.
“I want you to know something,” he said and stared at her face. “No matter what happens I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”
She nodded slowly.
“I meant it when I said you’re mine. I’ll help you get through the problems, Fallina, but no more stripping.” There was a hardness in his voice he couldn’t hide. “We can work through everything together, but no more letting fuckers look at you naked.” He moved a step closer. “You think you’ll be able to give that up, baby? You think you can let me in enough to help you?”
She didn’t answer right away, but then slowly nodded. “I’m willing to try, because I want that, Pierce.”
“Good, baby. That’s real good.”
She rested against the mattress and watched him. Pierce lifted his hands and smoothed them down her legs. For a suspended moment he did nothing but stare at where his hands rested on her inner thighs. A tightening started at the base of his spine the longer he stared at her pussy, and he needed to be buried inside of her tight, hot pussy, claiming her, making her his.
Take your time.
“I need you, and I didn’t know how much until I accepted that you make me feel something that I haven’t felt in far too long.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
He felt the same, although he didn’t know how to form the words right now.
He needed to make this good for her. “Look at me, Fallina. Look at me when I’m touching you, baby.” His voice was soft, but there was a distinct note of command laced in the words. He couldn’t stop that from coming forth. He was hardened naturally from the life he led, from the things he’d done, but he wanted to be the man she deserved.
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
For several long seconds he just stared at her. Slowly he slid his fingers up her legs and stopped right below her breasts. Pierce could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. It matched his own.
Moving onto his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft, not wasting any time. She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath his lips. He felt this string in him draw tight before snapping in half, letting out the animal in him.
He started licking and sucking at her, wrapped his lips around her clit until she was moaning. She moved her hips back and forth, thrust her pussy firmly against his mouth, and then he felt her explode around him. He tasted her orgasm, felt it on his lips, and wanted more from her. He wanted her so far gone she couldn’t think straight, let alone have her worries take control.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
“You’re mine, baby. No one will have you but me.” Although being gentle with her was coming more naturally than it ever had in his life, Pierce had to rein in his desire for her. He caressed her in gentle sweeps of his fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin.
“Pierce.” She whispered his name.
“Every part of you is mine.” He moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts. “Look at me.” She’d closed her eyes again, but he waited until she obeyed before he started talking again. He caressed her breasts, stroked her nipples, and loved that she arched into his touch.
He leaned up and took her mouth, and Pierce became lost in the sensations of their lips, tongues, and hands moving along each other’s bodies. She ran the pads of her fingers across his bare chest, over his nipple piercings, and he shook slightly from the gentle contact. No woman had ever made him feel like that, feel like if he didn’t have her he’d lose his fucking mind. But it wasn’t just about sex. It was about claiming Fallina as his.
“Tell me this is right, that you want this, too,” he said, needing this from her, needing to hear the words.
“I want this,” she said on a breath. “Tell me the same, Pierce.”
He gripped her chin in a soft hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and then he spoke. “You and me is what’s right, Fallina. It feels good and right, like this is right where we need to be, bec
ause you are meant to be mine.” He stared into her face. “I know I am going to have one hell of a war when it comes to making sure you stay mine, but I’m looking forward to that fight, to making it known I won’t surrender.”
She swallowed.
“Just say you’ll be mine no matter what, no matter what Cain says.” He was acting so out of character.
“I’m yours, Pierce, but I can’t cut my family out of my life. I want my father to be okay with this.”
He wanted that, too, but he also would give up a lot, draw blood and get the shit kicked out of him, just to have her. And then he kissed her hard and possessively, and was about to take Fallina in a way he had never taken a woman before, in a way he’d never wanted to take another woman.
He’d take her as his old lady.
Chapter Thirteen
His big body rested against Fallina’s, pressing her into the mattress and sending a wonderful, heavy sensation coursing through her. She didn’t know why she felt so much for this man, but she did, and she wanted to go as far as she could.
“I want you so much,” Pierce murmured against her throat. She loved how his stubble scraped along her skin, how his nipple piercings moved along her breasts, making her ache for more.
He was so muscular, so big, tattooed and pierced, that her breath left her. Warm, hard, and defined male flesh molded against hers, making the sweet anticipation of release cause her to be greedy. His cock was long and big, and the piercings at the tip and underside pressed to her overheated flesh, sending a chill through her. The metal eventually warmed, though, and she moaned at the feeling.
The hard, impossibly thick length of his cock parted her labia. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbed the slickness along her pussy, coated his shaft, and had her so ready for him she was about to scream. She was wet, unbelievably so.
“You feel so good, baby.” He curled his fingers around her upper arms and pressed his hips into hers again, but harder this time, moving his cock faster against her pussy. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down her cleft as he rocked against her, the root of his dick hitting her clit.