by Cameron Hart
“Mine,” I grunt as I piston in and out of her.
“Y… yours… oh, fuck, fuck, Slash, I can’t hold on…”
“Let go, Kennedy. I love watching you cum. I love hearing you cum. I love feeling you cum all around me. So cum for me, baby girl.”
Her orgasm slams into her, causing her whole body to shake and convulse beneath me.
“Goddamn, Kennedy, Jesus Christ, that’s it.”
I fuck her through her orgasm as she whimpers and writhes. I can’t hold off much longer, but I don’t want this to end. I want to be inside of her forever.
I pull out of her as she moans, snapping her eyes open and searing me with her lustful gaze. Standing up, I pull her into me and spin her around, guiding her to lean over the arm of the couch. I grab her hair and push her forward onto her elbows. I press my cock against her soaking wet pussy, her previous releases dripping down her thighs. I tease her as I wait for the exact, right moment.
My cock spurts cum at the sight of Kennedy bent over the couch for me. I grit my teeth and take a calming breath, trying to keep my shit together. I need her to cum one more time. Ten more times. A thousand more times. But for now, I’ll settle for her fourth orgasm of the day.
“Slash, please, please get inside of me.”
“Fuck, baby, you know I’ll always give you what you need.”
I tease her a little longer, rubbing my cock up and down her slit. When she starts shaking and whimpering, I slam my thick dick deep inside of her, triggering another orgasm. I roar with pride over how much pleasure I can give my woman, and how well she takes all of my many inches. My hips snap as I buck and thrust, my heavy balls slapping her pussy. Every time we join together, we make the most obscene and glorious wet smacking sounds. It makes me impossibly harder.
I can’t tell if she’s having one long orgasm or if she’s had five more, but her pussy has been squeezing and snapping around me the entire time. I loop my arm around her waist, holding her up right as she starts to collapse. I give one more hard thrust before fucking exploding inside of her.
It’s so intense, so fucking everything. I keep emptying into her, coming harder than I ever have. Each rope of cum feels like it’s taking a part of my very soul, draining me and pouring more of me into her. I’ll give her everything. There is no me without her.
Finally, fucking finally, I’m completely spent. I curl my body over hers, cover her back with my front as I kiss the back of her neck, loving the salty taste of her sweat.
Kennedy is shaking in my arms, panting and sweating and well-fucked.
“You ok, sweetheart?” I whisper into her ear.
“I… fuck,” she breathes out. “So… good… Can’t feel my legs.”
I chuckle and then stand up, regretfully pulling out of her perfect pussy. Spinning her around again, I scoop Kennedy up into my arms. She’s a fucking rag doll, and I chuckle again, kissing her forehead before collapsing on the couch with her in my lap.
She curls up into my chest and rests her head in the crook of my neck.
“I fucking love you, baby girl. Nothing, no fucking thing will ever change that. You are my family, my home, my whole goddamn world. I’ll do whatever I can to prove that to you.”
She nods and kisses my neck. “I know,” she whispers into my skin. “You’re… family.” Her voice cracks on that last word, making me hold her even tighter. “I’ve never had one before, you know? I was just scared. But I want this more than anything. And I want it with you.”
We sit like that for god knows how long, the air thick with sex and promises of forever. It’s the most perfect moment.
I feel Kennedy shiver in my arms, and I know she’s probably cold from the sweat drying on her body.
“Think you can stand up long enough to take a shower with me?” I tease.
“I think I can manage that,” she smiles up at me. “But I don’t think I can cum again. Jesus, Slash, you wore me out.”
“Mmm… you too, baby. Every time with you is fucking incredible,” I tell her honestly before kissing her forehead.
“Yeah,” she agrees. “But that was… it was…”
I tilt her head up so we’re eye to eye.
“That was me showing you how much I love you, how perfect we are together. That was me claiming you from the inside out. I want every part of you. Your laughter, your tears, your pain, your joy, your light, your dark, your orgasms, your goddamn soul. That was me giving you all of that in return, all of me.”
She leans in, our lips barely touching. “Mine,” she whispers.
Kennedy gives me a sweet kiss, tender and gentle and perfect.
She shivers again and I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s take a shower. I promise I’ll be good.”
She raises one eyebrow, giving me a dubious look.
“Ok, I’ll try to be good.”
She giggles, then squeals as I stand, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her to the shower.
Chapter 17
Kennedy
Today is the last official day of my leave, but I put a call into Amanda yesterday officially requesting a transfer. I thought she would give me a hard time or convince me to stay, but something about her tone made it seem like she wasn’t shocked at all. She even asked how Slash was doing at the end of the call. So… apparently, she’s a good detective, too.
Amanda said it was actually a great time to transfer, if that’s what I wanted. Things wrapped up with the Devil’s Knights a few days ago – it didn’t take very long for the members to crack and spill out club secrets for minimal plea bargains. The fuckers were involved with all sorts of illegal sex trading activities, so regardless of plea deals, they’ll be going away for a long time.
Not only that, but the huge lawsuit that gained national attention against The Guardians is coming to a close soon. The Devil’s Knights were able to provide some missing pieces of information that will put the cult leaders away for life. I know Claire and Beth will be happy to hear that after all they’ve been through.
Slash has been so amazing this last week, since I told him I was pregnant. I mean, he’s always kind of amazing, but me being pregnant has brought out this protective, possessive side to him. I saw a glimpse of it the day the bomb went off, but he’s really upped his game. Plus, he’s been totally adorable in a way I didn’t expect.
I’ve seen cocky Slash, playful Slash, goofy Slash, serious Slash, and sexy as fuck Slash, but the Slash that kissed down my chest and cried into my belly when I told him I was pregnant might be my favorite. Ok, top three.
He’s been following me around and pampering me and making me “sit and put my feet up” even though I told him I won’t be getting swollen ankles for several more months. He’s even been coming up with nicknames for the baby, which is so fucking endearing. Slash might not know how to be a dad any more than I know how to be a mom, but I know he’s going to be the best.
“Honeeeeeeey! I’m hooooome!” Slash bellows as he walks in the front door.
“I’m in here!”
Slash comes into the bedroom where I’m finishing putting on my dress. His eyes go dark, causing me to blush and my lady parts to tingle.
“A little help?” I ask, motioning towards the zipper on the back of the dress.
Slash closes the distance between us in three strides. He spins me so I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror, with him behind me. I feel his fingers trail up my spine, teasing and tickling my skin. When the zipper is all the way up, Slash brushes my hair to the side and kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder, my pulse point, and finally my temple. He’s so sweet and sexy, my panties never stood a chance.
He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my shoulder looking at me in the mirror.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby.”
I don’t do well with compliments, no one has ever really given them to me before, but I’m trying to accept the kind words Slash seems to heap on m
e in waves.
“Thanks,” I smile. He gives me that devastating grin, dimple and all, and smacks a wet kiss on my cheek.
“You ready to go out to dinner? I’m just going to change my shirt.”
“Yeah. You know, you really don’t have to take me out on a date. I mean, we’re practically living together, you’ve ravished my body more times than I can count, and I’m having your baby. I don’t really need the wining and dining,” I tease.
Slash stops mid motion, his shirt halfway off his ripped chest. God, I’ll never get tired of seeing his hard, chiseled muscles on display. He takes his shirt off the rest of the way and then turns to me, looping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.
He’s suddenly so serious, his blue eyes peering into the very depths of me.
“What did I tell you about being worth all of my effort?”
“Um, I believe at the time you told me I would be sore from your teeth, fingers, and cock,” I smirk.
Slash grins, but then goes back to his serious face.
“You are definitely worth that kind of effort too, but you have to know I want more than that with you. I want everything. Date nights, lazy mornings, family vacations, all that shit.”
“Oh yeah? That’s very domestic of you,” I smile, placing a kiss on the center of his bare chest. I can’t help it. The man can’t just stand there, all shirtless and sexy and not expect me to do something about it.
He chuckles. “I guess it is.”
“I don’t want to change you. I like you just the way you are. You don’t have to put your life on hold for me or do things you think I want.”
“I’m not putting my life on hold. I’m changing the whole fucking thing. I’m still me, but better. You make me better. Your needs are my needs, your wants are my wants. There’s nothing and nobody I desire more than you. Than our family. I fucking love you. You’re it for me. You’re worth everything. I didn’t know it at the time, but when you walked into the clubhouse that first day, my life would never be the same. In all the best ways. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’ll do anything to keep you.”
His words spark a flood of emotions deep inside of me, so powerful they threaten to leak right out of my eyes. For someone who doesn’t cry, Slash has sure seen a lot of tears from me in the short time we’ve been together.
“You’ve become quite the romantic, you know that?” I give him a watery smile.
“I just want to do this right.”
“Do what right?”
“Shit. I… I planned to do this later,” he mutters, releasing his hold on me to rub the back of his neck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous before.
“Do what later?” My brows knit together in confusion.
He looks at me so intensely, such love and devotion swimming in his eyes.
I watch almost in slow motion as he gets down on one knee in front of me.
“Slash, are you—”
“Let me do this, baby,” he grins, still shirtless and sexy and charming. Somehow, it’s totally perfect.
Slash digs in the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a small, velvet box. I know what’s coming next, but I still can’t believe it.
“Kennedy, will you—”
“Yes!”
I tackle him in a hug, knocking us both to the ground.
“Wait, I didn’t even ask!” He laughs.
“Don’t care,” I smile and kiss him over and over again.
“What if I was going to ask you to be my karaoke buddy? Or my partner in crime?”
“Yes to both. But I’m also telling you I’m going to be your wife.”
“Oh yeah? You calling the shots now, officer Martinez?”
“Yup. You’re gonna be my husband. The father of our child. Forever.”
“Fuck. I like the sound of that, baby. Like it a whole hell of a lot.”
With that, he rolls so I’m underneath him, caged in by those strong arms of his that always make me feel so safe. So wanted.
He kisses me then. Softly at first, but then he grows more desperate in his need to consume me. I match him stroke for stroke, needing to show him how much I need him too.
Slash breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. We stay connected like that while getting our breathing under control. It’s such a small, intimate gesture, the way we’re connected right now, but it makes me feel so loved.
I reach my hand up to cup his face, nudging him to lift his head up and look at me.
“I have some news too.”
“Oh yeah? Trying to steal my thunder here?”
“You know it,” I tease, kissing him on his nose. “I was approved for a transfer. Starting next week, I’ll officially be a Sausalito cop.”
“Really? You’re staying here?”
I nod. We hadn’t talked about it much, and I know Slash would never ask me to deter my career, but I want to do this. I want to be here with him. Slash moves to his side, resting on the floor and pulling me into him so we’re facing one another.
“Will you be happy here? Sausalito is no San Francisco.”
“I’m happy wherever you are,” I tell him honestly.
“I appreciate that, baby. But I don’t want you to regret this later on. You know I’d follow you anywhere, right?”
“I won’t regret this. I promise. The whole reason I became a cop was to help people. I can do that anywhere, and I want to do it here. With you. With my family at Chaos. The only one I’ve ever known.”
“Yeah?” He asks again.
“Fuck yeah,” I smirk, and then go in for a kiss. It’s tender this time, slow and sweet.
“Kennedy…” Slash looks up and away from me, like he’s going to say something I won’t like.
I stroke his cheek and guide his face back towards mine.
“Kennedy, you know we are a bit… beyond the law at Chaos, right? We aren’t as clean as we may have presented ourselves when you came to work with us.”
“Um, yeah, I’m a detective, remember? A damn good one at that.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I can tell he’s worried. Honestly, it took some wrestling with on my part, trying to reconcile the love of my life actively participating in things that I could easily take him and his whole club down for. I don’t know the specifics, but I feel like it wouldn’t be hard to figure out if I tried. But I trust him. I trust all of them. My family.
“I love you,” I tell him. His shoulders visibly relax. “I know there are things you can’t tell me, and I know they involve illegal activities.”
“I’ll tell you anything. Everything,” he says without hesitation.
That makes me trust him, love him even more, if that’s possible. He’s giving me every single part of him, offering his freedom, his family up, all for me.
“I don’t want to know. It’s better this way. I know you, Slash. I see you. You’re good.”
He looks away from me, unable to meet my gaze.
“Hey,” I say softly. “You are good. I’ll remind you every day of what you are, who you are to me. To us,” I tell him, putting a hand on my belly where our baby is growing.
Slash nods, his face so full of emotion.
“I love you, Kennedy,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me.
We stay wrapped up in each other on the floor for what feels like forever, and yet not long enough at the same time.
“Gotta stop tempting me with that mouth of yours, sweetheart,” he grins, finally pulling away from me. “I need to feed you. Take you out on that date I promised you. I’ll treat you like the queen that you are, and then come back here and bow before you, worshipping your sexy little body.”
My hips jerk at his promises, a whimper escaping my lips. Slash growls and kisses me again, one hand on my hip pulling me closer.
“Damnit, woman. I’m trying to take care of you,” he groans when we break apart.
“I can think of a few ways you can take care of me right here, righ
t now,” I say all breathily.
But then, my stomach growls, effectively ruining the mood.
Slash chuckles and places a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Taking care of you means feeding more than just your insatiable sexual appetite, you know,” he grins. “We have someone else to think about too.” He rests his hand on my belly, massaging the non-existent bump there.
I relent, letting him help me to my feet. Slash hugs me close, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“I promise we’ll have plenty of time for more of that later. We have forever.”
My heart squeezes in my chest, sending another wave of emotions through my body.
“Forever,” I confirm.
THE END
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All my love,
Cameron Hart