Lacing my fingers, I obtain a tight grip to keep my arms around his neck, allowing Afon to take a step back while I lean against the wall. We both need this. The space between our bodies so we can gaze down, seeing his dick sliding into my pussy, coming out glistening wet before he surges back in. It heightens the pleasure. It almost makes me spiral into an orgasm but Afon releases a growl, grabs me tight and walks over to the bed.
Throwing me on it, he smacks my upper thigh. “Get on your knees, watch, Andy. Eyes in front. Look in the mirror at how your husband is fucking you from behind.”
My pussy clenches just from his words. Afon transformed the wall behind the bed into one giant mirror. There’s something about being fucked and being able to see the person behind you. The look on his face when his eyes are focused on where we’re connected…or when he comes and throws his head back. Magical.
I feel how his thumb slides through the wetness between my legs, bringing it up to my ass, slowly pushing in while his dick keeps pumping. “Fuck. You should see this, baby. Damn, feel that? I feel you everywhere,” he croaks while his thumb fucks my ass filling me in two places.
His other hand slides up my back until he grips my shoulder. Pushing me down while keeping me in place, allowing him to fuck me even harder. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, our bodies covered with sweat and our rapid breathing. He rotates his hips, hitting a place deep inside me that has me shattering in utter ecstasy the next instant.
I scream his name the same time I feel him harden even more inside me. Thrusting forward he pulls his thumb out of my ass and grabs my hip in a tight grip to keep our bodies locked together. My name falls from his lips in a long moan as we both are overwhelmed by pleasure.
Afon wraps his arms around me and makes the both of us crash on our sides. “That was fucking magnificent.”
“Mmmm,” I hum in agreement, wiggling my ass against his dick.
His chuckle rumbles in his chest, feeling the vibrations against my back. “Ready to go again?” he murmurs against my ear while slowly pumping inside me.
His dick that was fairly soft a moment ago is rising to attention again and sliding in and out easily with our mixed juices. Afon catches my earlobe between his teeth, his breath flowing over my skin in rapid pants.
“I love you, Afon. I can never say no to you, you’re everything I’ll ever need and want. Right now, tomorrow, a year from now…always no matter the time of day,” I tell him, feeling a smile sliding on his face as his teeth leave my skin.
“That’s right.” He rocks into me in a steady rhythm. “I fucking love this pussy, this body, the woman you are, and the soul that matches mine. I fucking love you. All we ever need is each other.”
“Yesssssss,” I scream as an orgasm over takes me and allows me to answer him simultaneously while Afon groans out his.
***Thirty Years Later***
“Damn. That was over way too quick.” Afon’s breath is hot against my neck as he pulls out of me. “I’m getting too damn old.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching him tuck his dick inside his pants. Our eyes connect and a grin spreads over his face.
“Stop grinning like an idiot and get me down from here,” I tell him.
He grabs me by the waist and puts me down on my feet. After all these years we’re still getting it on like horny teenagers. It’s the middle of the damn day and mere seconds ago Afon was pounding inside me from behind while he had me sprawled out on the kitchen table.
“Now I have to clean up the mess.” Glancing down I see the bowl of salad that Afon knocked over, needing more room to lay me down.
Afon tilts his head. “Are you talking about the mess between your legs or the one on the floor?”
“Not funny,” I grumble. “They should be here within the hour.”
“I’ll help, stop worrying. You’re way too gorgeous to make those wrinkles in your forehead,” he tells me and places a kiss on that same spot making my heart flutter.
“Luca and Valentina will be late anyway. They are handling the new alignment, all the formalities and shit. Luca was right to make that step. Our son has proved himself to be a damn good leader. Ford is fucking proud as shit that his daughter and our son are taking over. That’s it, anima mia.” Afon chuckles. “Retirement for all us old folks. With Peacock handing it all over to his own son…things are going to be really quiet for all of us.”
“More time for things like…this?” I glance around the kitchen.
“A lot more of this,” Afon croons.
Sliding my arms around his neck I murmur against his mouth. “I could get used to this.”
“Hmmm,” he hums. “You and me both.”
“Are you hungry?” I question.
“What’s for dinner?” Afon’s gaze hits the floor. “I guess the salad is off the table.” His hands squeeze my ass as he places me back on the table. “Eating pussy it is,” he growls in my neck making me laugh.
“Fine by me,” I tell him breathlessly. “Fine by me.”
The End
Turn the page to get a taste of: “Crane” Lost Valkyries MC #1.
Chapter 01
***Crane***
I hear the voice of a woman. I’m guessing it’s the one I was paid to deal with. It’s coming from the alley on the left of me. “Move away from me or I’ll…”
“Or what, bitch?” A man’s voice sneers. “Or you’ll make me grab your hair and fuck that mouth? Because other than a hot, warm hole, it doesn’t hold any importance to me.”
I round the corner and take in the scene in front of me, along with the idiot that just threatened her. Seems like trouble follows that lush ass of hers.
“You mind stepping away from the woman?” I tell the guy. “Because that mouth is of importance to me.”
Mainly because she needs to keep it shut, by all means necessary, but that’s not the point right now. This fucker interfering with my assignment is.
The fucker wraps his fingers around her throat and takes one step toward me, keeping her pinned to the wall. “Mind your own business.” His other hand reaches for his leg and when he lifts it back up, twirling his wrist, I see he’s got a fucking butterfly knife pointing right at me.
My eyes fall shut and I give a quick shake with my head. For fuck’s sake. I didn’t sign up for this shit. The chick is a material witness who needs to disappear. As in drop off the face of the earth by stop breathing or get lost in the woods somewhere to live a long happy life without ever showing her pretty face ever again.
And for the record, she does have a pretty face, that’s for sure. But one way or the other, I’m the judge, jury, and executioner. Not the fucker who’s got her by the neck and waving a damn butterfly knife. Pansy ass.
“Hang on there, buddy.” My middle finger strokes my beard while I move closer. Yeah, I’m flipping him off before I kill him. It’s a mental thing for me, okay?
I trace my bottom lip with my tongue, eying him carefully, like I’m thinking things through. Or the fucker might think I’m praising the idiot who’s still wielding the butterfly knife. My gaze connects with the woman’s gray orbs that strangely enough don’t carry a hint of fear.
It’s after midnight, dark as hell, but the alley is letting in the moonlight that shows me her freckled covered face perfectly. Yeah, this is the one I was looking for. I tracked her inside a bar but she slipped out the back before I could get to her.
“Wanna pump her cunt while I fuck her mouth?” The idiot traces the tip of his knife along his own jaw. “She’s got two sides, I’m not that greedy. We could share.”
Okay, I’ve heard enough of this moron. In one smooth move I’ve caught the guy’s wrist and push up, impaling his head on his own butterfly knife. Damn, talk about making it easy for me. How stupid can a person be?
I don’t have to answer my own damn question when I lock eyes with the woman who’s staring at me with wide eyes. Shit. Front row seat for capital murder. A-fucking-gain. But this time it’s me she’s
witnessed kill a guy.
“Being a material witness seems to be your specialty, huh? What are you, a magnet for trouble?” I mutter while my fingers wrap around her throat.
“Must be,” she croaks. “Seems I’ve traded one dickface’s fingers around my throat for another’s.”
I can’t help the chuckle that slips past my lips. Damn, she’s cute. My fingers tighten, making her gasp in return.
“Careful there, Pickles. I’m nothing like anyone you’ve ever met. Not even Tico Borgio. Best remember that, Faya Kinley.” She gasps again when she hears her name. Or maybe it’s the name of the mob boss she witnessed kill a woman.
Leaning close, I make sure I tighten my grip just a little more, making it harder for her to breathe. “That’s right, I’m not just someone passing through…I came for you, Pickles.”
I don’t know if my grip was too damn tight, or it’s the realization that she was found, or what went on before I grabbed her, hell…might be all of the above. But she slumps in my grip and I just barely catch her. Well, that makes things rather easy.
I throw her over my shoulder and head for my bike. It takes a few ropes and a few minutes, but then I’m on the road with the woman strapped to my back and her legs wrapped around me. Yeah, you can ask how the hell does he do that? But it’s not my first rodeo. See? Nice choice of words, huh? Let’s just say I’m good with a rope, among other things.
I pick up speed and guide my bike toward the exit, it’s about fifteen minutes to my cabin. I built it myself about four years ago and it’s conveniently located in the middle of nowhere. Exactly for moments like this. For when I need a place to lay low for a while. I haven’t made up my mind yet about the woman. The job was to prevent her from testifying. I’ve already been paid because my ass isn’t moving before the cash is in place.
That’s right, I have a spotless reputation. A hitman who gets the job done. Any job, any time. Once I’ve given my word, and the cash is exchanged, it’s a done deal. No matter the consequences or obstacles, I will get it done. Something that the woman strapped to my back will find out firsthand.
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