by Sam Crescent
Moving his hand behind her head, he cupped her, held her as he deepened the kiss, and moved his tongue faster and harder against hers. His mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but he fought those urges because right now he needed to be gentle with her.
When she moaned against him, he moved his hands to cup her ass, and squeezed the globes.
Lifting her off the ground, he loved that she was all curves, all his. She wrapped her legs around his waist right away, ground her pussy on his cock, and he grunted from the contact. The hard length of his dick prodded between her legs. With their mouths still fused, and her legs wrapped around him firmly, he moved them toward the bed. He laid her on the mattress, took a step back, and looked his fill at her.
She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force. The thatch of trimmed hair that covered the top of her mound beckoned him, but the sight of 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, red pussy, made him feel feral. He grabbed his shaft, started stroking himself from root to tip as he stared at her luscious body, and groaned.
She sat up and reached for him. Dani pushed his hand away, and although he wanted to be in control, he let her lead the way. She was the one who started moving her hand up and down his dick, grabbed his balls with her other hand, and had him on the verge of coming just from the gentle pressure and motion she tortured him with.
But he was too far gone for the foreplay. He pushed her back on the bed until she was lying on it once again, her legs spread, and her lips parted as she exhaled harshly from arousal.
Dani rested against the mattress and watched him. The sound of her swallowing filled the too quiet room. When he moved his hands up her legs again, all he did for a suspended moment was 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.
“Please,” she whispered into the darkness. “I need you, Shakes. I’ll always need you.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when he moved his fingers along her silky folds.
He needed to make this good for her because she deserved nothing less. “Look at me when I’m touching you, baby,” he said in a hard voice. He was hardened naturally from the experiences he’d gone through, but he was trying to be the man she deserved.
She lifted her gaze to his, and for several long seconds he didn’t speak. They just stared at each other while he continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her inner thighs. Slowly, he removed his hands from her. Sliding his palms up her body, he stopped right below her breasts. Shakes could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. Moving onto his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft. He loved eating her out, loved licking the cream from her pussy, hearing her moan, and reveled in the fact that it was because of him she felt such pleasure.
She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath his lips, and he felt this rope in him draw tight before snapping in half. He started licking and sucking at her, wrapped his lips around her clit until she was pulling at his hair and moaning. She moved her hips back and forth, up and down, thrust her pussy firmly against his mouth, and then he felt her explode around him as she came.
“Please, Shakes” she whispered, pleaded and begged into the darkness. “I need to feel you inside me.” She lifted her head and stared at him.
“You’re so beautiful, baby … so mine,” Shakes whispered. “You’re mine, baby. No one will have you but me. Ever”
“I don’t want anyone else to have me.”
Although being gentle with her was coming more naturally than it ever had in his life, Shakes still had to rein in his desire to thrust right into her. She was pregnant with his baby, and he needed to be gentle with her. He caressed her in gentle sweeps of his fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin.
“Every part of you is mine.” He moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts. He couldn’t help but continue to tell her that she was his, irrevocably, undeniably. “Look at me.” He waited until she obeyed, and then he caressed her breasts, stroked her nipples, and loved that she arched into his touch.
He leaned up and took her mouth again, and Shakes became lost in the sensations of their lips, tongues, and hands moving along each other’s bodies.
He gripped her chin in a soft hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and then he spoke. “This, right here, you and me, is what is right. It feels good because you are meant to be mine.” He stared into her face.
“Shakes,” she said his name softly.
And then he kissed her hard and possessively. He wasn’t about to take this for granted. He’d never take her for granted. She was his, he was hers, and this life, with her, was right where he was supposed to be.
Shakes stared at Demon. They’d met at a bar on the outskirts of town. Shakes knew they could have done this at the meeting room, but he wanted neutral ground, wanted to be able to look at his former President without the memories of club life right in his face.
“I have a feeling you bringing me to this piece of shit bar to talk to me about what the club offered isn’t going to go down the way we hoped,” Demon said and leaned back in his seat. This bar was a piece of shit. It was dirty, had crap all over the floor, and the people currently lined up at the bar were already drunker than shit even though it was only two in the afternoon.
“Listen, I want to say up front, before anything else is mentioned, that Daniella wants me to be happy even if that means going back to the club.”
Demon didn’t say anything, just nodded.
“But what I didn’t tell you guys is that Daniella is pregnant.”
“Well, shit, man,” Demon said and ran a hand over his hair. “Welcome to fatherhood,” he said and smiled.
Shakes nodded, thought about being a dad, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Listen, I want to say, all that shit that happened with Zeke, even though I don’t regret taking Daniella and doing what I did,” he looked up at Demon, knowing this needed said. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for not giving a shit about the fact Zeke threatened Deanna and your kid. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, and I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself.”
Demon didn’t say anything, but his look was hard, thoughtful almost.
“But because of all the shit we went through, what I put the club through, I can’t go back to the club. It’ll make the MC look weak, make them vulnerable.”
“The club can handle itself. We can fucking take down anyone that comes for us.”
Shakes nodded. “Believe me, I fucking know, but I can’t do that to the club again, you know that.”
Demon nodded after a few seconds. “Yeah, I know, man.”
“I have a kid on the way, I don’t want to put them in danger, but I love the MC, love all of you. You’re my family, the only family I’ve ever really had.”
“We feel the same way, brother, even though shit went down the way it did.”
“That’s why, although I can’t be in the MC anymore, I want to be able to help you guys. You need me and I’ll be there.’
Demon nodded. “Fair enough, and even if the MC wants you back and you’re declining, know that you have a place, no matter what.”
That meant a hell of a lot to Shakes, but right now, for the foreseeable future, he just couldn’t be with the MC anymore. He needed to focus on Dani and their kid, needed to make things work with the way their life was now. That was what was important. His woman, his kid, those were what mattered in his life above all else now.
Zeke stood in his secluded section of club Dominion. He stared across the floor and smiled when he saw Striker. It was always a great feeling when he was right about a guy. From the first moment he stared at Striker, he’d recognized the darkness within him. He felt something inside himself that always veered to the dark side.
“Here you go, Mast
er,” Louise said, entering his secluded spot. She was one of the few women he allowed in his domain while he was at Dominion. She was also the woman he’d been fucking in his office when Dani was waiting for him. Fuck, he didn’t even want to think of his daughter listening to him fuck. Just like he didn’t want to think of his daughter fucking a man, or fucking at all.
“Go away,” he said, taking the drink.
He’d learned to treat the women he fucked mean, that way they knew they were only ever getting his dick, nothing else. No bitch was getting anything else from him. He was done with long term pussy. Daniella’s bitch of a mother had physically, mentally, and financially drained him. She’d been a dried, sour, old crow, who’d not deserved a cent of what he’d given her, but he’d done it to keep her away from their daughter. At least that whore was in the ground.
The door closed and he was alone once again.
The next instant, his cell phone started to ring, and he cursed.
Peace these days was hard to come by.
“Zeke,” he said.
“It’s Demon. I asked him, and I didn’t ask him because you wanted me to,” Demon said.
He was surprised to hear from Demon, especially after he was shot down with his suggestion to let Shakes back into the club.
“What did he say?”
“He’s got a kid on the way and doesn’t want to make the club look vulnerable. We lost a good brother because of you.” The threat in Demon’s voice made Zeke smile. He really did love a good fight. Zeke admired the Soldiers of Wrath. Before he even approached them, he’d done his research on all of them. They were mean motherfuckers to the core. “If you hadn’t been a hard ass fucker, Shakes would be here, and you wouldn’t have to be worrying about Dani.”
Any smile he had disappeared. “Are you threatening my daughter?”
“No, but I’ve not got a hold on Shakes. If they both decide to, they can leave, and we wouldn’t see them again.”
The glass in Zeke’s hand smashed as he put too much pressure around it.
“I hope that helps you sleep at night after everything you’ve done,” Demon said, hanging up the phone.
Zeke stared at the blood in his hand before glancing at the glass on the floor. He relished the pain for several seconds, watching as his blood started to drip onto the broken glass. He should go out and slice Striker’s throat open.
Demon was only speaking the truth.
The mess caused because of Shakes and Daniella had been all his fault. He hated admitting he was wrong. The one thing he loved in the whole world was his daughter. Dani meant the world to him, always had, and always would. She was the child he never thought he’d have.
It was because of his love for her that he feared for her safety all the time. Not a day went by when he didn’t think that his enemies would get to her. Even now, he had three of his men protecting her. He made sure they lived close to her and could blend in without being detected.
He watched Striker as the guy moved from one scene to another, observing each male as they worked out their women.
This was his life.
Climbing out of his chair, he left his room.
“Clean that mess up,” he said, passing Louise on the way out of the room.
He was in his main office within seconds, removing the shards of glass with a pair of tweezers. Once he finished cleaning out the wounds, he bandaged his hand up. Sitting back, Zeke rubbed at his eyes. He was getting too old for this shit.
Just when he thought he was finally going to get some peace, his cell phone started ringing again.
“Fuck!” He growled out the word, answering his phone. “Zeke!”
“We’ve got a new shipment of girls for you to come and look at. They want to work for you, and you said you want to approve all new girls.”
Cursing, Zeke rested his head on the desk. Zeke didn’t deal in trafficking women, he fucking hated it. However, he knew some women wanted to work their bodies for an income, and that is where he came in. “Fine, I’m coming.”
The last thing he wanted to deal with was a new shipment of women who wanted to fuck for a living. He didn’t know why he did what he did, but he was the best at it. Rubbing at his eyes, Zeke took a deep breath before climbing out of his office chair.
Daniella finished putting the sauce over the chicken as Shakes entered their home. She paused, running her hands down her dress as he took in the romantic setting.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Well, I thought we should celebrate,” she said.
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her. “What about?”
“There’s a whole list of things really.” She’d never done anything like this, and after he’d left to go see Demon, she’d wanted to do something special for him. “Zeke’s not going to kill you, which I think is amazing. We’re going to have a baby.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then there’s you and the club.”
“I told you last night, baby, there’s no me and the club. I’ll always be there if they need me, but I’m not going to be with them.”
“I know what you said.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Her heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to make the decision because of me. I love you, Shakes. You’ve given up so much for me. I don’t want to be responsible for taking the club away from you.” Dani had taken the time to think long and hard. She didn’t want them to resent or hate each other in the future because of what had happened now. If he wanted to be part of the club, then she’d support him, just like she’d support him in anything.
He entered the kitchen, and stepped right up close to her, cupping her face between his large hands. “Dani,” he said, sighing.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He pressed his forehead against hers, and she melted. Shakes’ warmth surrounded her, and she felt protected and safe. “I told Demon that as much as I loved the club, I wouldn’t be going back to it. I’m not going to go back, and I’m not going to regret what I’ve done either.”
“You love the club.”
“I love you more. When I was with the Soldiers, I was only existing. You’ve given me a reason to love and to live the rest of my life.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “When I look at my blacked out ink, I think about the fact my life started again.”
She smiled, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I don’t want you to regret anything with me.”
“Baby, the only thing I’d ever regret is losing you.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before sinking down before her. “Now, I think your daddy and your grandpa have come to a decision, and we’re not going to try to kill each other yet.” He started to talk to her stomach, and Dani couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You’re being silly,” she said.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation with our bump.”
She left him to it, listening in.
“Now, if you’re going to be a boy, I’ll be really happy. I can teach you how to throw a ball, and all the crazy shit that a father is supposed to teach his son. I’ll even get you pornos for under you bed when you’re a teenager, without your mother knowing, of course. Never ever use your sock for fun, buddy. That’s just gross.”
Daniella scrunched up her nose, laughing.
“However, if you’re a girl, I’m going to need you to be extra good. You’ll be grounded until you’re forty, and I’ll even get your grandfather to hire a man to kill any guy who even looks at you as if you’re sexy.” He glanced up at her. “If you’re anything like your mother, you’re going to be one good looking woman.”
Dani’s cheeks heated. He always looked at her as if she was the only woman in his world.
“We’re also going to talk about you becoming a nun.”
She’d had enough, but laughed softly. “Stop already. You’re just full of double standards.” She pulled him back up, and Shakes wrapped his arms around her. “You’re really happy?”
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�I’m with you. What’s not to be happy?”
“Don’t you think this life is a little boring?”
“Babe, I get to come home to you, and you can’t tell me that your pussy isn’t soaking wet for me.” He moved her back so that she was pressed up against the fridge. Shakes took both of her hands and trapped them above her head in one of his. She couldn’t help but grow wet at his forceful presence. He certainly knew how to get her to take notice of him. His free hand moved from her neck, stroking down her body, caressing over her nipple. “Your body knows what it wants, and it wants me. I’m going to give you my cock, Dani.”
“What about the food?”
He released her hands, and with one tug the dress she’d been wearing was torn down the middle.
“I’m going to eat my food with my dick balls fucking deep inside you,” he said. Seconds later, he slammed his lips down on hers, and Dani gave herself up to the pleasure he was creating. There was no point in fighting it. She wanted him, yearned for him with a passion that scared her.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.”
He tore her bra and panties from her body until she stood naked before him.
“Go and sit on the chair, spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
She loved it when he commanded her. Taking a seat on the chair, she spread her legs wide. The last thing she cared about was the food going to waste. She wanted him and whatever he wanted to give her.
“Look at that juicy cunt.” He removed his clothes quickly and was between her thighs, licking her pussy.
Dani moaned, leaning back against her chair as Shakes teased her pussy. “You’re so ripe and juicy. I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby, and it won’t matter because your body already knows who it belongs to. It belongs to me, and I’m not going to let you go, not ever.”
She could listen to him talk all night long. It was a relief to be possessed by a man that truly loved her.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she closed her eyes, and basked in the pleasure his tongue was creating.