Zero

by Crescent, Sam

  “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Fuck me, I’m going to be spending a lot of fucking time in this hot fucking ass.”

  Smiling, she wriggled her ass and Zero proceeded to smack her. “Stay the fuck still.”

  Wriggling again, she groaned as he spanked her ass to keep her still. Nothing was keeping her still when all she wanted to do was move.

  After several minutes of him spanking each of her ass cheeks, Zero finally moved within her ass. He pulled out until only the tip remained inside.

  When he plunged back, she screamed at the pain and pleasure.

  “Fuck, if I hurt you tell me. I want you to love this, not hate it.”

  “I do love it. Please, don’t stop.”

  She groaned, thrusting back against his hard cock.

  Zero didn’t let up. He fucked her ass, gripping her hips hard as he pounded away inside her. She screamed, cried, and finally started to stroke her clit at the pleasure. Prue needed to come, and he ordered her to play.

  Within minutes she found her second orgasm as Zero thrust inside her one final time. They came together. Their moans came together, and Zero collapsed over her as his cock jerked deep inside her, filling her with his cum.

  “Fuck, how the fuck am I going to survive you?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. We can die together,” she said.

  Before she could protest, he picked her up, carrying her through to the bathroom. In the shower he kissed her deeply making her moan with each touch and caress.

  After he cleaned her body, removing all trace of their lovemaking, he carried her back to their bed where he laid her down.

  For the rest of the night he kissed and stroked her body, loving every inch of her. “Your curves are my new favorite toy,” he said, dropping kisses to her lips. “I own every inch of you now,” he said, smiling down at her.

  “And I own every inch of you.”

  “I owe you my life, baby. Not only did you save me from a murderous bastard, you gave me a reason to live.”

  She smiled, touching his check. “A debt of life. You’re going to have a horrid life. The only way I want you to pay me back is by spending the rest of your days with me.”

  “Baby, I got the better end of the deal. It’s the best debt I’m ever going to repay.”

  He claimed her lips, moving her ready to claim her once again. Prue was on cloud nine. She had Zero’s love, and she couldn’t think of anything better to have in the world.

  Epilogue

  Butch had thought long and hard about what he was going to do. If he wanted Cheryl and the chance to be with her son, then he was going to have to make sacrifices. Glancing around the club, he saw Whizz was in the corner drinking a coffee. He looked troubled, with Killer and a heavily pregnant Kelsey watching him.

  Tate and Murphy were sitting, talking.

  It was a Friday night, and he didn’t want to be here anymore. Cheryl was his future. Nothing had happened between them. Whenever he went to visit her either at the church or at home, she offered him a hot chocolate and conversation. She was the first woman to not demand anything other than a chat.

  Not once had she showed off her body or flashed her tits.

  Getting up from his seat he made his way toward Tiny’s office. He heard the groans coming from inside.

  Knocking, he knew he was going to get fucked, but he needed to do this. It was do this or live with regret.

  “This better be fucking good,” Tiny said. “Come in.”

  Opening the door, he saw Eva was staring out of the window. Her clothes were all over the place.

  “Butch, what can I do for you?” Tiny asked.

  “There’s something I need to talk with you about.” Butch stood opposite the desk.

  “What can I do for you?”

  He removed his jacket, the leather cut of The Skulls, and placed it on the desk. “I’m out.”

  “What?”

  “There is a woman I want, and I know I can’t go to her until I know for certain this life is behind me.”

  Tiny was silent, staring at him, and Eva had even turned to look at him.

  “With everything that has happened I will not risk her life. I’m out.”

  “You’re quitting The Skulls for a woman?” Tiny asked.

  “Yes.” Butch stared at his cut, missing the feel of it on his body. “My stuff is already packed, and I’m leaving.”

  He got up from his chair, shook Tiny’s hand and headed toward the door. His time with The Skulls was over.

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