Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 2: Gage ~ Cash ~ Knight (Vengeance MC series Book 8)

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by Natasha Thomas


  My teeth nip at her throat, leaving a trail of bite marks that have my cock growing even harder. I love seeing my mark on her, knowing that any man who looks at her will know she’s spoken for.

  “Tell me you’re not on anything,” I command dragging my cock out of her pussy until only the tip remains nestled inside her heat. “Tell me you’re not protected, so that when I come deep inside your hot, wet cunt there’s a chance I’ll plant my baby in you.”

  A cry bursts from Zara’s mouth as my thumb finds its way to her clit and begins rubbing slowly.

  “No,” she moans huskily. “I’m not on anything. I forgot to bring my pills with me since I left in such a rush.”

  There’s one word for what her admission makes me feel, and that’s frantic. My body has a mind of its own now, slamming inside my woman with a desperation I’ve never known.

  I’ve got to be leaving bruises with the tightness of my grip, but I can’t find it in me to loosen it. Ramming my cock into her pussy as far as it can go, Zara’s heat swallows me whole, demanding, begging, desiring more. More of me. More of what I can give her. And I’m happy to oblige.

  Zara screams when I hit a depth that’s never been reached before, and I slide my pinky back inside the tight ring of her ass. I don’t usually do this with the women I sleep with, but nothing about what Zara and I have is normal. Taking a woman’s ass is based on trust, something that one-night stands don’t have time to cultivate. But with Zara, no matter what has come before this or will happen afterward, I know she trusts me. She knows I’ll never hurt her intentionally. Not ever.

  “Knight. Oh fuck,” she moans, shivering as my pinky slams into her the last half an inch.

  “You think you can take more?” I ask, wanting to give her whatever I can to push her over the edge. I need to feel her come all over my cock, and I need it now.

  “Fuck yes!” Zara screams, proving once again that she’s fucking perfect for me.

  Pounding inside her frantically, I insert a second finger into her ass, and that’s all it takes for Zara’s orgasm to overwhelm her. And me for that matter. As soon as her cunt begins to ripple, I grind my pelvis against her hood piercing and slam my mouth over hers to swallow her moans. Her breathing hitches and her eyes seek mine as we both find our simultaneous release. Mine roared at the ceiling as I throw my head back and bellow Zara’s name.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  ~ Zara ~

  “What are you talking about? I don’t need a new stylist; my pillow gives me a new hairstyle every morning.”

  – Zara to Scarlet

  “You are one seriously disturbed individual. You know that right?” I mutter to the man sliding his mammoth cock between my legs for the fifth time tonight.

  I think I managed to get all of half an hour sleep between rounds of what can only be described as the best sex of my life. Not that I’m complaining. Okay, well I am a little. My pussy needs a break, and Knight is intent on denying her a minute’s rest.

  Chuckling at me, the overbearing, insatiable asshole behind me parts my thighs, hooking one over his hip and begins playing my clit like the master he is.

  “Stop pretending you don’t want my cock inside you, baby. We both know your body is only going to make a liar out of you.”

  Dammit, he’s right.

  Every time Knight’s fucked me, regardless of how much I protest, telling him that I need an hour or so to regroup, he works my body over until I’m begging him to stick his cock inside me before I’m forced to kick his ass. Sadly, my threats go unanswered, and with each of my demands, Knight is showing me just how dominant he truly is. And I love it.

  “Is this how it’s always going to be?” I ask breathlessly as he slams all twelve inches of his cock into me.

  “How what’s going to be?” He grunts, drawing small, tight circles over my hood piercing that he takes great pleasure in teasing me with.

  “Us. You and me. This.”

  “Yeah, baby. Always. Might even get better once you agree to be my wife,” he tacks on the end, punctuating it with an impossibly deep thrust.

  Jesus! Just when I thought there was no part of me he hadn’t touched, Knight goes and proves me wrong. All afternoon and late into the night, he caressed every inch of my skin, kissed every freckle, licked, sucked, and fucked every part of me that I willingly gave him access to. Namely, all of me.

  I couldn’t deny him anything even if I wanted to, and I don’t. I’ve loved Knight for almost half of my life, so watching him feast on me is no hardship as far as I’m concerned. Not to mention, he’s been very accommodating with my requests to explore his spectacular body, so fair is fair I say.

  Our sweat-dampened bodies slap together, my moans and Knight’s grunts along with the scent of sex fills the air as his cock and fingers coax another orgasm from my exhausted body. Unable to take any more of Knight’s brand of sensual torture, I turn around to face him and push him to his back.

  Grinning up at me, my man eyes me warily, asking,

  “What are you up to, baby?”

  It doesn’t take him long to work out exactly what I have planned when I slide my body down his, positioning myself between his heavily muscled thighs. Signaling for Knight to cock his knees to give me full access, he complies, and I don’t waste another moment wrapping my hand around the base of his gorgeous dick and licking it from root to tip.

  Knight doesn’t give up control very often so I can see how much effort it is taking for him to hold back from thrusting his huge cock into my mouth but I appreciate it.

  “Zara. Fuck. Don’t tease me. Take it in your mouth and suck hard,” he growls as I begin to lick the mushroom shape head, rimming it with my tongue piercing.

  Meeting his eyes, I tsk,

  “Patience is a virtue, Knight. If you’re a good boy and wait, I’ll give you what you want,” I say.

  The engorged head of his cock weeps at the attention I give it and I readily lick up every bead of pre-come that forms and drips from the tip. There’s nothing like the taste of Knight when he comes. Salty, musky, a little sweet, and a lot fucking delicious.

  Sliding him all the way to the back of my throat, I swallow around him once, twice, and then a third time before gliding him out and repeating the process. Over and over again, I swallow the hard, throbbing length of his cock until Knight’s hands are fisting in my hair and he’s guiding my head up and down his shaft; his dominant streak coming out to play in full force.

  “Suckle the head. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your face,” Knight demands, shoving several pillows under his head to give him a better angle to watch me.

  It never crosses my mind to deny him, and that’s not because I’m a closet submissive. It’s purely and simply because I love seeing him take as much pleasure from me as I do from him.

  Doing as he says, I bathe the head of his cock with my saliva, paying particular attention to the underside where I flick the small ridge of skin attaching the head to his shaft. Knight’s hands grip my hair tighter, and the animalistic growl that erupts from deep within his chest tells me that he’s close.

  I double my efforts and relax my throat as he starts to thrust in and out of my mouth in earnest. Knight doesn’t give me any warning before shoving himself roughly all the way into the hilt, causing me to gag around him which only makes him groan more.

  Intent on making him explode, I add my hand and stroke his shaft in time with my mouth. Up and down. In and out. The motion of my fingers and tongue has him insisting,

  “Harder. I going to come in your mouth, baby, and you’re going to drink every drop.”

  Damn right I am, I think but I don’t say a word. Instead, I moan as Knight bottoms out in the back of my throat, the vibrations of my vocal chords traveling the length of his cock as his balls pull up tight to its base.

  Unable to stop myself, my fingers of the hand not working his beautiful cock find their way between my legs so that I can stroke my clit in time with the movement of my head. It
takes seconds before I’m dripping with need, desperate to come at Knight’s hands or on his cock but I don’t stop. I can’t.

  “That’s it, baby. Stroke that pretty little clit of yours and get yourself off,” Knight’s deep voice rumbles. “Shove two fingers inside your cunt, cover them in your cream and then feed them to me. I want to taste you on my tongue as I come in your mouth.”

  God, he’s got a dirty fucking mouth but again, I do as he says. Why? Because it’s hot as hell, that’s why.

  My two slick fingers work in and out of my pussy as I continue to suck Knight’s cock, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can. As soon as I know I’m close, I slip my fingers from my body and offer them to him. Knight takes them inside the warm recess of his mouth, caressing the length of each with his tongue, sucking hard, mimicking my every move.

  The first pulse of his cock followed by the thick jets of come that explode from the tip has my throat working frantically to swallow it all. Glancing up from where I’m curled between his legs, I watch the corded muscles in Knight’s shoulders bunch, the tendons in his neck strain, and a look of rapture soften his eyes as he stares back at me.

  His release triggers my own; my body immediately reacting to the intensity of Knight’s pleasure. As the last spurt of come leaves his cock it slips from my mouth, Knight flips me onto my stomach, bringing my knees up so that my ass is in the air and my chest is pressed into the mattress.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he orders, placing a warm hand in the center of my back.

  Spreading my knees wide, Knight strokes the length of my spine with one hand, and with the other slams three fingers into my still sensitive pussy.

  “Oh, fuck. More,” I breathe as Knight begins roughly pushing them inside me.

  I can’t deny that I love my sex with an edge of pain because I most definitely do, which lucky for me Knight seems to excel in giving me. Reaching his hand around in front of us, Knight takes one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger pinching it hard. Repeating the action on the other side, he cups my right breast, squeezing tightly as his tongue finally touches me right where I need him most.

  My pussy clenches with the first tease of his tongue, and I almost demand he give me more until I remember the last time I tried to hurry him. Knight didn’t take my instruction to fuck me well. In fact, he denied me an orgasm until I promised not to try and top from the bottom again. Lesson learned.

  Thankfully, Knight doesn’t make me wait much longer before giving me what I want. Bucking my pelvis toward his mouth, Knight parts my folds with two fingers and buries his face in my pussy. He eats me relentlessly. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t communicate in any way other than the occasional stinging slap to one of my ass cheeks, and I’m practically begging him to let me come.

  “You want me to fuck you again,” he rasps, drawing his huge, hard cock up the seam of my ass, “or do you want me to finger your ass as I make you come in my mouth?”

  Oh, a choice. Goodie.

  “I want you to fuck my ass,” I all but beg, not having the first clue where that request came from.

  I’ve only had anal sex once before, and it was uncomfortable, bordering on painful, to say the least. Not to mention, the guy I had it with was a damn sight smaller than Knight, which makes me rethink my not so bright idea two-fold.

  Knight leans forward, continuing to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb, and whispers,

  “Not now. Not today. But soon. I need to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief that he’s letting me off the hook but only for a moment before Knight rams his cock inside me causing me to cry out in equal parts shock and pain. It’s only mere seconds before my pussy adjusts to the intrusion, though, the whole time Knight stays still allowing my body to open for him, waiting for me to tell him it’s okay for him to start moving.

  With a stutter, I say,

  “I’m good. You can move now, honey.”

  “Jesus, baby,” Knight groans with the first drag of his cock through my slick, swollen flesh. “Tell me I didn’t fucking hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me, Knight. But I might hurt you if you don’t fuck me like you mean it soon,” I smile into the pillow under my head.

  A swift slap to my ass and his chuckle is all the indication I need that he heard me. Well, that along with the savage thrust of his enormous cock that is.

  “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” he warns as he manipulates my clit.

  Pumping his hips faster, Knight’s rhythm picks up as his cock hits my G-spot and I scream his name. He doesn’t slow down, though. If anything he thrusts harder and deeper, slamming into me over and over again, chasing his second release. Knight angles my hips until he’s as deep as he can go, planting himself to the root, and dropping his head to the curve of my spine where he roars my name not able to hold back any longer.

  We stay like that for a while before I gather the courage to say,

  “If you really meant it, as in honestly, then the answer is yes.”

  Rolling us to our sides, Knight keeps his cock buried inside me as he kisses my hair and strokes his hand down my side. Eventually, his fingers curve around the swell of my breast and still.

  “Just to be sure, but are you saying what I think you are? Are you telling me that you’ll marry me; that you’ll be my wife?” He rumbles into my hair.

  “As long as the ink on your divorce is dry and you promise I can kick your ex’s ass if she fucks with either of us, then yes. But if you can’t…”

  Knight cuts me off by spinning me around to face him, his semi-hard cock slipping from my pussy making me whimper at its loss.

  “You can do whatever the fuck you want to her as long as you promise to be mine,” he states seriously.

  Sealing the deal with a kiss, my man makes love to my mouth and then my body.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  ~ Knight ~

  “Can you die from constipation? Because I’m a little worried about how full of shit some people are.”

  – Knight to Locke

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Locke spits on the other end of the phone. “You did this on purpose didn’t you, you betraying bastard?”

  Chuckling at him, I look down at the woman whose head is resting on my abs. Zara has been out cold since the last time I fucked her after she agreed to marry me, and I don’t blame her. I didn’t think I’d be able to get it up again so fast after she blew my mind and my cock with that phenomenal blowjob, but I did. Twice. Once when I fucked her from behind after eating her out, and the second time when I made slow, life-altering love to her.

  “I don’t know why you’re so pissed off, brother,” I mutter. “There was never going to be a bachelor party so stop being a little bitch and get your ass on a plane. Make sure you pick up Scarlet on the way too,” I tack on unnecessarily because there’s no chance, Locke won’t be dragging Scarlet with him to Vegas, even if he has to do it with her kicking and screaming the whole way.

  “She’s driving herself to the airport,” he mumbles so quietly I almost miss it.

  “And you’re actually going to let her,” I grin, stroking the soft silk of Zara’s hair back from her face.

  “No, of course, I’m fucking not, but she doesn’t know that yet.”

  Shaking my head at their seriously fucked up friendship, I ask,

  “What’s the deal with you two lately anyway? One minute you’re getting along fine, and the next you’re at each other’s throats. It wouldn’t be so bad if there was make up sex involved after your fights, but there isn’t, so what gives?”

  “Nothing. A whole lot of fucking nothing, that’s what,” Locke groans and I envisage him running his hand through his hair in frustration.

  “Bullshit,” I hiss softly, not wanting to wake my woman up just yet since I have far better ways of waking my little vixen up than having her hear me arguing with her brother.

  “Just leave it alone, K
night. You and Zara will find out soon enough what she’s been up to, but until then, I don’t want to fucking talk about it.” Changing the subject, Locke asks, “So when are you two tying the knot? Dad, Ashleigh, and Paxton are catching a flight out in a couple of hours, but me, Scarlet, Rhodes, Slade, and Nate aren’t due in until seven,” he tells me, confirming what I already know.

  It’s midnight now, so that means the first of Zara’s family will arrive at the hotel around four. I assume Chase and Ashleigh will want to catch a few hours of shuteye before meeting up with us for breakfast, but if they don’t, they’ll just have to find something to amuse themselves with because it won’t be my woman. I have plans for her, and none of them include her dad, mom, or brother.

  “Look, this shit between you and Scarlet is none of my business unless it affects, Zara. If whatever feud you two have brewing spills over into our wedding day, you can bet your ass I’m going to find out what the fuck is going on and put a stop to it. I won’t have either of you ruining this for your sister, so sort it out before you get here, yeah?” I suggest, effectively closing out our previous conversation before moving onto the rest.

 

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