“No.”
“What do you mean, no? Ice, this isn’t for you to decide.”
Damn, it makes me hard when she gets feisty. I am about to piss her off a whole lot more, too.
“Rent’s paid up for the rest of the year. Took care of that when I first got here.”
“I can’t let you do that!” she shrieks in frustration.
“Already done.”
“I still have to pay utilities and food. Madyson is having anxiety issues and needs her medication. I need to go home until I have a job again. Paying my rent doesn’t fix my problems, Ice; it just puts a temporary band-aid on them.”
“Fine. You work for me. You got a job, you got a place, and the rent is paid. Next problem.”
She tries to pull away from me, but it only causes me to grip her tighter.
“I can’t strip!” Her fear shows as she wiggles against me, still trying to get away, making my dick harder.
“Fuck no. You aren’t stripping. Well, you can strip for me, but only for me, where no one else can see that sweet little body of yours. I’m talkin’ about you doin’ the books at the two clubs. I need an accountant to keep the shit straight, and I hate doin’ it. Now I have you, problem solved. What else you got for me to solve, baby?”
“What are we doing, Ice?” she asks, licking her lips nervously.
“I’m giving you a job,” I answer honestly. I had already thought of offering Morgan the job. I liked the thought of her being where I can get to her any time I want. Her situation merely gives me the excuse to do it sooner rather than later.
“You’re makin’ me a whore.”
Stepping away from her, anger consumes me. “Is that what you really fuckin’ think? I’m an ass, but I’m not a piece of shit. Tell me, Morgan, have you sucked my dick? Have you let me fuck that sweet pussy or, better yet, that tight fuckin’ ass? No! So how am I makin’ you a whore?”
“You’re buying me off with illegal money! I’m not stupid. The Regulators do shady stuff. I know you’re criminals,” she stammers.
“Is that what you really think of me, woman? That all I am is a criminal? It’s never occurred to you that I might be more? You really think Brooke would stay with me if I was no good?”
She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t move. We have a silent stand-off in her room.
Putting my hands on my hips, I try to calm my temper. “The money you would be paid with is clean. It comes from the clubs. There is nothing illegal about owning and operating strip clubs.”
“There is more to the Regulators than strip clubs and Harleys. You wouldn’t have found my sister if you ran two completely legitimate businesses,” she firmly states, gaining her resolve.
“How quick you are to judge … tsk, tsk, tsk … How wrong and right you are. The Regulators are so much more than strip clubs and motorcycles. Let me ask you something. Do you trust me?”
“That’s an unfair question.” She crosses her arms over her chest, making her breasts stand out more.
“Have I ever lied to you? Misled you? Would I ever intentionally put you in danger? What does your gut tell you about me and my brothers? Hell, you have lived with Coal for how long now? How do you judge us so freely?” I bite out at her. “Do you trust me?” I ask her again, with vehemence this time.
“Yes,” she whispers, meeting my stare.
“What I’m about to tell you can never be repeated. If it is, it could forfeit both of our lives. Understand?”
She nods back at me, yet her skeptic thoughts are written all over her face. Tough shit. She is going to listen to what I have to say, absorb that shit, and finally pull the godforsaken stick out of her ass. There is a difference in getting hard for Miss Prim and Proper and getting pissed off over her sometimes judgmental attitude.
“I’m part of a government undercover team placed here in Miami to regulate or take down anything Uncle Sam considers major illegal activities in the Southeastern United States. Sometimes that happens to be in my territory, as in the case that Madyson stumbled into, and sometimes that means I go out of state for short periods of time to handle whatever it is they need me to handle. Things aren’t always what they seem; the Regulators are an example of that.”
Her mouth drops open in surprise.
“I may be bad to the bone, baby, but sometimes bad people do good things. Coal is an example. His past would be one where most people would consider him bad, but has he been bad to you? Not in the least.”
“What did he do?” her quivering voice asks.
“That’s his story to tell, not mine.” I make my way back over to her. “Good people sometimes do bad things for the greater good. That is the Regulators MC. I can’t give you any more than that. Can you live with that? Can you handle being with a man who does bad things sometimes for the greater good?”
“I’m not with you, Ice.”
Putting my hands on either side of her face, my lips slam down on hers, and without hesitation, she opens for me. I slip my tongue between her lips, softly gliding it over her teeth. My tongue tangles with hers while her hands come up around my neck, pulling me into her.
As her body melts into mine, I move one hand to grip the back of her neck and hold her to me. My other hand moves to cup her ass and rock her into my now rock-hard erection. When she moans and becomes more aggressive, I pull away, leaving her panting.
“Tell me again how you aren’t with me,” I state before capturing her mouth with my own again.
She kisses me back as fiercely as I am ravaging her mouth, and wild abandon takes over. My hands go down to her thighs, gripping them in an unforgiving hold. Effortlessly, I scoop her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walk us over to her bed. I lay her back then break our kiss to drop my mouth to her neck. Nipping, sucking, I refuse to hold back as I consume her, leaving my mark on her creamy skin wherever I can so the world will see my ownership of her.
She paws at my shirt, tugging it up before I pull away to finish taking it off and throw it to the side. As I lie back over her, she freezes, making me pause.
Has she changed her mind? Her body tells me one thing, though now I am afraid that mind of hers that never seems to stop going in ridiculous circles is convincing her this is a bad idea. Damn, I hope not.
“Morgan?”
“Umm … Ice—”
“No,” I command her in a rough voice. “In bed, I’m Brett to you. When you call out my name, it will be my real name you scream.”
Her mouth forms a little ‘O’ before she again is biting that bottom lip of hers, driving me nuts with the urge to lean down and do the same.
“I need to tell you something, Brett.”
“You really wanna talk right now?” I ask, wondering how we went from really hot to a fucking conversation so quickly. There is an innocence that washes over her features, and it dawns on me.
She murmurs, “Umm …”
“You’ve never done this before,” I state, watching her reaction intently.
When her nails dig into my arms as she slowly nods her head, the breath I had not realized I was holding rushes out of my body, and I drop my head to her chest. Trying to calm my body, I lie there as still as a statue. For the first time since I became a man, I am unsure how to proceed. I don’t want to rush her, but Goddamn, I want her so badly I can fucking taste it.
Her hands slide up my body to my head. Running her fingers through my hair, she tugs my head up, resting her hands on either side of my face to make sure she gets my attention.
“I want this. I want this with you. I’m nervous, and you will … umm … have to … ermm … teach me,” she whispers nervously. “That is, if you still want to. I’ve read some men are turned off by…” she begins to ramble in the cute way that is all Morgan Ann Powell.
Rocking my still hard dick against her, I state the obvious, “Sweetheart, does that feel turned off to you?”
She smiles up at me as she shakes her head in answer.
“You sure about this?”
I ask, needing to know she isn’t feeling pressured. “I’m not good at gentle. I’ll do my best not to fuck you through the mattress, though.”
Without a word, she pulls me down to kiss her.
I wasn’t lying to her when I said I don’t do gentle, but for her, I will do my best for as long as I can manage it.
Running my large hands down her body, I slip them under the hem of her shirt and slowly pull it up, placing kisses on each inch of skin I reveal. When I uncover her pink, lacy bra, it is hard not to come in my jeans. Her lingerie is sweet and innocent, just like her.
Now that innocence will always be mine.
I push her shirt up under her chin then hook a finger over the top of the delicate lace covering her right breast and pull it down until her nipple pops out. The little bud is dusky pink, hard, and ready for me. I lean down and nibble on it, enjoying Morgan’s gasp of surprise.
Anxious to hear more of her sexy sounds, I suck the nipple into my mouth and lash my tongue over it. Her back bows up under me, and I brace myself with a hand on either side of her body.
Pulling away, I look at her glazed expression. “I wonder if you could come from my mouth on those luscious, little nipples.” Pulling her shirt over her head and unsnapping her bra, I continue, “I don’t have the patience to find out now, but you can bet your sweet ass I’ll find out later.”
I give her a fast, hard kiss before I use my tongue to lick down her neck, between her breasts, down her abdomen, and around her belly button. Then I look up her body to her face and watch her gaze at me as I unbutton and unzip her jeans before peeling them down her legs with her panties. I want her naked and bare, writhing beneath me as I cover her with my body. She is making me crazy already, and I have not even tasted her where I really want to.
Tossing her jeans on the floor, I smooth both of my hands up the soft skin of her legs, bending them as I go so her feet rest on the mattress. I then push her thighs wide so she is open to me.
At the sight of her pussy, covered in trimmed curls and already glistening for me, I feel my cock jerk in my jeans. It’s almost as if that bastard has a mind of his own and is impatient to get where I can’t take my eyes off of.
“Brett?” I hear her ask hesitantly.
“Yes, baby?” I answer without moving my eyes from the juncture of her thighs.
“Is it … is everything okay?”
“Oh, hell yeah. This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” I finally raise my eyes to look at her face, loving the blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. My shy little virgin is worried I don’t like her body. It is time to prove to her exactly how much I love it.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet and remove the condom from inside it. It is hard not to laugh at the way Morgan’s eyes go wide as she watches me throw it down on the bed next to her leg.
While she stares at the little foil packet, I unbutton and start to unzip my own jeans. She hears the rasping sound and turns her head to watch my movements. I don’t want her to get scared at the size of my cock, so I shuck my jeans quickly and lie down on the bed before she can get a good look.
“I-Ice?” she stammers, propping herself on her elbows to look at me.
Taking the palm of my hand, I lightly slap over her pussy in reprimand. She gives a surprised little shriek.
“What did I tell you to call me in the bedroom, Morgan?”
“B-Brett.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You remember that because I want to hear you moaning it in a few seconds, since my tongue is going to be buried between these pink little lips of yours.” I run my finger around her cleft, collecting her juices and spreading them over her clit. “You ready, baby?”
Her head falls back a little bit as she moans, “Yesss.”
Lowering my head, I lightly lick up her opening, pulling her syrupy taste into my mouth. Her body jerks at the contact, but I don’t stop. I part her swollen folds with my tongue and then spear it inside of her, feeling her tightness for the first time. I groan at the sensation, knowing that, when I finally get inside of her, it is going to be a hot, tight, perfect fit around my cock.
Morgan starts whimpering as I swirl my tongue around her opening, inside her, and then back out to swipe over her clit. When she tries to wiggle, I clamp my hands over her hips, stopping the movements and keeping her exactly where I want her.
“Please, Brett, please. You’re killing me.”
“Please what, Morgan?”
“I need more!” she wails.
“You want more of my tongue, sweetheart?” I glide a finger around her opening and then stick the tip inside and wiggle it. “Or do you want my fingers?”
“Ah! Your fingers! Please, your fingers.”
Using my free hand, I push back on her thigh, leaving her even more exposed to me. Then I slowly push the finger already inside of her further in, taking my time so she can feel everything I do to her in excruciating detail. When the tip of my finger bumps against her hymen, I stop, not ready to take that step yet. I want to build her higher, make her hotter, before I rip the last physical evidence of her innocence away.
Bringing my lips down on her clit, I give it a strong suck and feel Morgan buck underneath me. My finger doesn’t stop moving in and out of her hot depths as I kiss and suck her clit, making her go wild.
Pulling my mouth from her, I ask to make sure, “You ready for more?”
“Yes!” she sobs in wild abandon. “I need more, Brett. God, I need more.”
“Then more is what you’ll get, baby.”
I push two fingers inside of her. Feeling her stretch around me as I pump her slowly, yet not too deeply. I go back to loving her clit until she is squirming almost uncontrollably on the bed.
It is time to take what is mine—that barrier—and this time, I am not asking if she is ready.
When I pull my fingers out, she cries a little protest until she feels them at her entrance again. Then, once again, I cover her clit with my mouth, this time sucking harshly as I slam all three fingers as far as they will go inside of her, tearing through her barrier and claiming Morgan for good.
I keep my attention on her clit as best as I can while I pump, wiggling and stretching her with my fingers to prepare her for the part of me that is much longer.
Morgan is now moaning continuously, breathing ragged breaths, as her internal muscles start to pulse around my digits. She is on the verge of an orgasm, and I don’t want her first one with me to be anywhere other than on my cock.
Pulling my fingers from her body, I grab the foil packet, rip it open with my teeth, and then roll it down my aching flesh. I then maneuver myself over her, situating myself between her legs, before moving one of my hands up until it is sliding underneath her head to fist her hair in my hand. Pulling only hard enough to give her the slightest pinch of erotic pain, I tip her head forward and force her eyes to meet mine.
“You ready to be mine, Morgan Powell?”
Breathlessly, she answers, “Yes, Brett.”
“About damn time.”
As I fit my cock to her entrance, she whimpers. Dropping my lips to the shell of her ear, I try to soothe her as I start to ease my tip inside. “Shhh, sweetheart. Nothing but pleasure, that’s what I’m gonna give you.” I slide in an inch, holding myself there, feeling her unused muscles stretch around me.
“Will it hurt, Brett?” she cries softly. “How bad will it hurt?”
“Nothing but pleasure, baby, promise. I’ll always give you nothing but pleasure.”
I slide in another inch, feeling my control start to fray. This slow pace won’t last forever. My restraint can only last so long, although I am doing my best to make it last as long as possible for her.
Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin there, and the sharp pinch sends a frisson of pleasure down my spine. I jerk in response, burying another inch inside of her.
“Ah! You’re stretching me. It burns.”
“You burning up for me Morgan?” I whisper in her ear, slowly pulling myself out in case I am hurting her. “Good burn or bad burn, sweetheart?”
“It burns so good, Brett. Oh, God, I never knew it could burn this good.”
The last of my control disintegrates with her words, and I surge forward. Her hips rise to mine, as if she is trying to get closer, burying me farther inside, but I don’t think that is possible. I am in her to the hilt, holding steady one final time in a last ditch attempt to let her adjust to my size.
She wiggles on my dick then uses one of her hands to grab my hair and pull me backwards until I can meet her eyes. “I need you to move. Please move. I’m so full of you, Brett, to the point that I never want to be empty again.”
The sincerity and lust shining in her eyes does me in. A sense of pride and possessiveness I have never felt in my life fills me. This woman will warm my bed for as long as I can keep her there.
“You askin’ me to fuck you, Morgan?”
Nodding, her sexy, throaty voice says the one thing every man on this planet always wants to hear. “Fuck me until I don’t remember what it feels like without you inside of me.”
Letting go of her hair, I plant that hand beside her head, and the other hand wraps her thigh around my waist. Then I pull out to my tip and thrust back inside. I might have promised not to fuck her through the mattress, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try to break the fucking bed.
I set a furious rhythm, making sure my pelvis hits her throbbing clit every time I slam home. She starts shuddering under me, the walls of her pussy squeezing me, the tight depths trying to milk my cock. Morgan is screaming hoarse shouts of my name, God, calling me a god, and swearing my dick was a gift from God. Funny, because I am starting to think her pussy is gold dipped and divine.
I am beyond responding to her. Something primitive has taken over, and I am now slamming my cock into her so hard I have to reach back and protect the top of her head from hitting the headboard.
She wanted to never feel empty of me, and I will gladly fuck her until she feels me in her throat. I want to brand her from the inside out. I want to make it so, when she feels me with every little movement she makes, she knows without a doubt that she is mine, and I am hers.
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