by J. M. Walker
His grip on my head tightened as he thrust two fingers back inside me. “Pull out my cock.”
My heart thumped at the hard demand. Reaching between my legs, I cupped him over his jeans. As much as I enjoyed his fingers inside me, I didn’t need foreplay. I wanted him hard and fast. I wanted to hurt. From the first thrust to the last, I wanted to feel that delicious slice of pain every time he entered me.
“Show me what you want.” His lips found the side of my neck, his fingers thrusting hard in and out of me.
I unbuckled his belt and reached into his jeans before pulling out his swollen cock. My eyes flicked down the length of my body.
“No. Keep your eyes on me, Zillah. I want you to feel.”
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths at what he was offering me. Running my thumb over the slit in his cock, I reveled in the way he shivered beneath me.
“That’s it,” Tray groaned. “Show me what you want.” He placed a soft peck on my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
An electric shock hit me square in the center.
He turned my head, kissing my neck all the way up to my ear. “Show me.”
I lined up the tip of his cock with my wet center. “Now.”
He removed his fingers, replacing them with a deep thrust of his cock.
I gasped, my body clamping down around him.
We didn’t move for what felt like an eternity.
“Please,” I begged. “Move, Tray. God, I need you to move.”
Tray fisted my hair, holding my head in place and pushed his hips up and up, hitting that deep part of me that had only ever been his. “Bounce this cunt on my dick, baby.”
I circled my hips against his but as much as I wanted to ride him, I couldn’t for fear that I would have to look away.
“Come on, Zillah. Make those leg muscles burn. If you want it, ride it.”
“I … I can’t in this position.”
Tray pushed me off of him, cupped beneath my thigh and shoved it up to my chest before slamming his cock back inside of me.
“Holy shit.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure was so great, I wasn’t sure if I would survive the orgasm.
“No.” He pulled my head back. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
My gaze snapped to his.
“That’s it, Beauty.” He held my head in place, spooning me from behind and fucking me just the same.
I couldn’t move in this position. Not that I wanted to. I was helpless to him. To his needs. To his desire to control and dominate.
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “That’s it. You’re making me so fucking hard.”
“Yes.” I moaned, licking my lips. “Please kiss me.”
He covered my mouth with his, thrusting his hips inside of me at the same time his tongue slipped between my lips. “So fucking good.”
A couple more thrusts and that familiar tingle started from my toes. I arched against him, breaking the kiss, and threw my leg over his hip. “Oh, God.”
With his free hand, he reached it between my legs and started strumming my clit.
I gasped, spreading my legs even wider. “Yes,” I whined. “Please, baby.”
“Fuck, Zillah.”
I cried out, covering his hand with mine and helped him massage my aching clit. “Faster.”
His fingers picked up speed. My heart raced. Our bodies became sweaty.
His hard cock thrust in and out of me at the same time he stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Your pussy is so damn tight,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ve never felt something so snug.”
“Tray.” My body vibrated.
“Make me come,” he growled in my ear. “Make me come fucking hard. I want to see my cum dripping out of you. I want to fill you up, Zillah.”
“God, yes.” His words, so damn dirty and erotic, were everything I craved. “More. Give me more.”
His fingers matched the thrusts of his cock. They moved back and forth over my clit.
Spots danced in my vision. “I can’t … I need … God, I need to come.”
In a quick move, Tray spun us around so he was beneath me and I was on top. The change in position forced me to take him deeper.
“Stroke your clit. I want to watch you come for me. Bounce for me, Zillah.”
Slapping my hand on his chest, I lifted my hips up and down his cock. As soon as my fingers came into contact with my clit, I exploded. His name left my lips on a hard scream but I couldn’t stop. I wanted more. I was greedy. I was hungry for it. Animalistic cries left my mouth. They were so hard, my voice cracked.
“Fucking hell,” Tray bellowed, gripping my hips, and powering into me in rough, violent thrusts. “More, Zillah. Give me more. My cock is so hard for you.” His thrusts turned faster, rougher. Deeper. His cock penetrated me inch by erotic inch.
“You’re so big.” I gasped when I was finally able to form a proper sentence.
“You’re going to come all over me. I want to smell like you. I want you to make a fucking mess.”
His words left me wanting, aching, and dripping for him. I never knew it was possible for my body to become this damn wet. All from the mere syllables that left Tray’s mouth.
SHE WAS WET.
I was hard.
It was perfect.
It took everything in me not to come, but I had a feeling that no matter how many times I shot my load tonight, I would still be hard for this woman wrapped around me.
“Do you want to come, Zillah?” I asked some time later, fisting her hair and sinking my teeth into the side of her neck.
She moaned. “Yes.”
We had moved to my bedroom, but I never left her body. I was addicted, even more so now than ever before. My dick ached, my balls were so damn full, I needed that release but not before—
A soft cry left Zillah’s mouth, her pussy clamping and sucking a release right out of me.
“Fuck,” I shouted, the orgasm pumping deep into her body. Finally.
She moaned, taking every last drop I had to give her.
I collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her into my arms.
Zillah shivered. “God, I’m so—I’m so sensitive.”
Wrapping my body around her, I kept my dick in line with her swollen pussy. It was selfish on my part, but I wanted her to wake up knowing I would be ready for her. All she would have to do was move and I could be back inside her.
“Tray.” She arched against me, pushing her ass into my pelvis.
My dick stirred. I was surprised the fucker could go again already but I didn’t take it further. No matter how wet Zillah’s pussy was from my cum slipping out of it, she needed to rest.
Pulling the blanket up and over us, I curled my arm beneath her head and ran my other hand down the length of her body.
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Sleep, Beauty.” I cupped her ass, grazing a finger over her opening.
She jumped, a low moan escaping the back of her throat.
“Shhh …” I didn’t know what suddenly came over me but I found I needed to own her. I needed to remain inside her but seeing my cum drip out of her had been the hottest fucking thing ever.
“God, I hurt but I want you again.”
I chuckled at her honesty.
“But I don’t think I can move.” She turned toward me, her eyes slowly opening. “Tonight was amazing, Tray. Thank you.”
“No.” I placed a soft peck on her mouth. “Thank you.”
Zillah sighed. “What time is it?”
“Almost four.”
“Okay.” She curled into me. “Is it always like this?”
“What do you mean?” I kissed her forehead.
“This passionate? I hear of couples who stop having sex so much after a certain amount of time. Or married people who just … give up on that physical contact I guess.” Her dark-brown eyes met mine. “Do you know what I mean?”
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nbsp; “I do.” I brushed my thumb along her bottom lip. “I don’t think I could ever stop touching you.” Greyson and Eve were married, and I knew they didn’t stop touching each other.
“Okay.” Zillah let out a soft sigh. “Good. I like when you touch me,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed once again. Her breathing evened out a moment later.
As much as I wanted to join her in that peaceful slumber, I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to let myself relax anymore.
My phone dinged somewhere off in the distance. Whoever it was would have to wait because there was no way I was leaving this spot. This was where I needed to be. In Zillah’s arms.
“Tray?” She yawned and swung her leg over my waist.
I brushed my fingers in small circles on her upper back. “Yeah?”
“Why does it look like someone’s standing outside your window?”
TRAY SHOT UP off the bed, leaving me to my own tired state. I was exhausted but in a delicious way. I had never expected to see what looked like someone standing outside his window. The large shadow had disappeared faster than the words leaving my lips but it didn’t stop Tray from pulling me from the bed.
“Get dressed.”
“What?” I yawned again.
“Zillah, get dre—” He paused, standing upright. His eyes moved around the room. I didn’t know how, seeing as it was dark. The only thing I could see was the outline of him thanks to the dim moonlight streaming in from the window.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, an icy cold shiver racing down my spine.
In a quick move, Tray cupped my face. “Get dressed. Please.”
I nodded. I rushed around the room, trying to find my clothes. “Can we turn on the light?”
“No.”
I looked up then and found Tray standing by the window. He was peeking out the curtains.
“Tray.” My foot brushed something soft. I bent down, picking up what I could only assume was clothing. “Tray,” I repeated.
He met my gaze.
“You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t mean to but I really need you to get dressed and fucking quick.” Tray went to his closet and turned on the dim light in the smaller room. “Come here.”
I rushed to his side.
He pulled the items from my hands and helped me into the shirt and what was thankfully my leggings.
“I can dress myself,” I told him when he crouched at my feet to help me into my flats. For whatever reason at the start of our night, he made me put my bag and shoes in his bedroom. I realized now that he had a reason for it. He always had a reason for everything he did.
“I know. I know you can do everything for yourself but I …”
When his voice trailed off and his hand softly grazed over my ankle, his body shuddered.
“Hey.” I knelt in front of him. “Thank you.”
He nodded. “I need you to stay in here while I check shit out. Can you please do that without fighting me?”
I brushed his bangs off his forehead and kissed him softly on the mouth. “Of course.” As much as I wanted to demand answers, I knew not to press him at the moment. Something was off.
Tray blew out a slow breath and rose to his full height, pulling me with him. He pushed me back into the room that I then realized was much larger than I thought.
“Do you know how to use one of these?” he asked, opening the top drawer to a dresser and handing me a small pistol.
I took it from him, cocked it, turned off the safety, and kept my finger on the trigger. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. “I won’t be long.”
“Please hurry.” I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know if what I saw was actually a man standing outside his window or if it was just my imagination. But what I did know was that I was absolutely terrified.
“If anyone comes to this door that isn’t me, shoot them in the kneecaps. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” I nodded quickly.
His jaw ticked as he looked from me to the door and back to me again. “Please stay in here.”
“I will. I promise,” I added for reassurance.
He blew out a slow breath and left the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind him.
Several minutes had passed. The silence screamed inside my head.
“Tray?” I whisper-yelled. The doorknob turned. My heart picked up speed. When Tray appeared in the door way, I ran to him. “That was too long and too fucking scary for me.”
“I know.” He wrapped an arm around me, carrying me out of the closet and out into the hall.
“Tell me what happened.”
“I couldn’t find anything. Whoever you saw is no longer here,” Tray said, holding me tight against him.
“If he isn’t here then why is the door to your patio smashed?” I asked, seeing the broken pieces of glass littering the floor.
“I was sent a message.”
I squirmed in Tray’s arms. “Put me down.”
“Nope. Not happening.” He carried me out of the house, locked the door, and walked us over to his SUV. He didn’t let me down until he was placing me in the passenger seat.
“What message where you given?” I asked him, not liking the rough edge about him.
Tray shut me in the vehicle and ran around to the driver’s side door. Once he was seated beside me, the air around us became thick with tension.
“Tray, please.” I placed a hand gently on his arm, trying so damn hard to get him to tell me what the hell was happening.
He blew out a slow breath, gripping the steering wheel tight in his hands.
“Talk to me,” I repeated, silently begging him to tell me what was going on.
Suddenly, Tray punched his fist against the steering wheel. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Tray, enough.” I grabbed his hand, stopping him from hurting himself. “Talk to me.”
His dark eyes met mine. “Are you fucking sure I’m worth it?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, taken aback by his words.
“Are you sure—”
“I heard you. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Why would you ask me that?”
Tray looked away, pulled his hand from mine, and turned on the SUV. Speeding out of the driveway, we drove several minutes in silence before either of us said anything. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know why he shoved me into his closet. To protect me? From what? And I also didn’t know why his patio door had been smashed in.
“I need—Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t even know what I need anymore.”
“What happened? Did you find something? Don’t treat me like a little girl. I’m younger than you. I get that. But I need you to treat me like an adult.”
Tray’s jaw ticked. “No, you’re definitely not a little girl. Not when my cock is deep inside you and you’re begging for it.”
“Don’t be crude.” I turned back around and crossed my arms under my chest.
“You seemed to like my crudeness not too long ago, Zillah.”
“Yeah, I did because you weren’t being an asshole then.”
Tray tossed something in my lap. “That’s what I found. Tell me what you want me to do with it.”
I stared down at the photo. One photo. One damn picture. One moment that changed everything.
Tray and I. Naked. Me on top of him, riding him. Thankfully you didn’t see much where body parts were concerned but if my dad saw this, he would know that it was both Tray and me, and he would know exactly what we were doing.
“Whatever is going through your head right now, you are worth it.” I crumpled up the picture and tossed it on the floor. “That picture means nothing.”
“No? There could be more of them. Someone’s been following me. Someone took pictures of Catch and me. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I need to know that you’re in this with me. That—”
“I’m yours, Tray.” My head
whipped around when he let out a grunt. “Don’t believe me. I don’t give a shit.” I huffed. “I’ll fight my dad for you,” I added on a whisper, my eyes burning over him shutting me out. I wasn’t a kid. I was a woman. I was young but still a woman. Clearly, I was old enough for him to fuck me. I couldn’t believe him.
The vehicle came to a sudden stop.
“Tray?” Confusion coursed through me.
He didn’t say anything but left the vehicle and came around to my side. Opening the door, he reached in and unbuckled my belt before pulling me free from the SUV.
“Tray.” I slapped my hands against his chest, struggling against him. “What are you doing?”
“I need you to hear me.” He released me and started pacing back and forth. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what this is but I know that I need you. I can’t do this without you. The way you look at me. The way you need me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Was to be needed by someone. But it also scares the shit out of me. My father was a bastard. He had a temper and that same temper runs through me. I can’t hurt you. I refuse to hurt you.”
“Hey.” I rushed to his side, grabbing his arm, and pulling him against me. “You would never hurt me.” I wrapped myself around him, snuggling my face into his chest.
“I can’t hurt you,” he repeated, his voice shaky.
“Tray.” I leaned back, swallowing hard at the dark look of pure hard rage in his eyes.
“I want to kill them. Whoever took those pictures of you. I don’t give a shit that I’m in them. But the fact that you are makes me want to commit murder.” His jaw clenched, his hold on my shoulders tightening. “We’ve tried to be good. Keep our club clean. Hell, we even went to an animal shelter and played with the cats and dogs.”
“You mentioned that. Did you have fun?” I asked, imagining Tray sitting on the floor with kittens and puppies loving all over him.
“We did.” Tray cupped my face, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m sorry for freaking out.”
“I need you to talk to me. I need to know what’s going on. I don’t give a shit if you’re trying to protect me. I need to know.”
He nodded, leaning his forehead against mine. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”