And sinful is exactly what she was.
Long blonde hair spread out around her like a curtain, a drastic contrast to my black sheets. Bright blue eyes flushed with lust and shining up at me. Pink lips swollen from my kiss. Chest heaving, perfect, gumdrop nipples hard and wanting, all but begging me. I dipped my head and took one into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue and delighting in her soft moans. I caught the swollen bud beneath my teeth and pulled until she yelped before switching to the other, unwilling to neglect a single part of her. But I was going to fucking explode if I didn’t claim what was mine.
The sweet taste of her juices was still in my mouth.
Her smell was clinging to my skin.
My fingers knew the way her tight pussy squeezed, and I needed that sensation around my dick. Needed to feel her milking my shaft. And by the way the center of her body burned like an inferno, I knew she needed it too.
Mentally, I grasped the frayed edges of my control and held on tight while I positioned the blunt head of my cock at her entrance. She was so fucking wet, the movements of her hips so frantic, desperate. For me.
“Fuck me, Texas,” she cried, pulling my head down so that our foreheads touched and our eyes locked. “Fuck me please!”
My control snapped like a tightrope and I released a guttural groan as I flexed my ass and forced myself inside her tight little body all in one, brutal stroke that didn’t end until my balls slapped against her ass and the tip of my dick kissed the very end of her body.
“Oh my God.” Her eyes were wide, her voice husky, goosebumps dotting silky smooth skin as far as the eye could see. “You’re so deep.”
“Better than your toy?” I asked through gritted teeth, but I was mostly buying myself some fucking time. Despite how hard I was trying to hold myself still, to give her time to adjust to my size, my body had a mind of its own. Every animal instinct I possessed was alive and roaring and the top of its lungs. Demanding that I claim her. Mark her.
Fuck her so hard that her pussy would mold itself to the shape of my cock. So deep that she would feel me moving long after I’ve stopped. Already, my hips were rolling, stirring her insides and whipping up a cream that was starting to coat the base of my shaft.
“So much better,” Lizzy panted, nipping at my neck and jaw, working her way around the shell of my ear as her body continued to squeeze me. “Now do us both a favor and stop holding back. Ever since that first night, I’ve been waiting on you to take me, Texas. Fuck me. Use me. I want to feel your cock swell as you fill my womb up with your cum and then I want to feel it over and over again.”
“My dirty, fuckin’ angel,” I growled, pulling my hips back and slamming into her so hard her whole body jolted, breasts bouncing. She bit her lip, eyes glowing with challenge, so I did it again. And again, throwing my weight against her until her body was sliding towards the headboard. “This is what you wanted.” I palmed the curves of her hips, grip bruising as I held her in place. “What you needed.”
“Yes!” she cried as I surged inside her again, fighting for every inch as her walls clamped around me.
“Christ,” I grunted, looking at where we were connected. “You fit me like a glove.” The sight of her pussy lips clinging almost desperately to my shaft each time I pulled out was hypnotic and the smell of sweat and sex mixing together was enough to get me high. Enough to make my balls ache desperately with the need to fill her.
Losing myself to the erratic sounds of her cries and those sweet moans, I fucked her like I owned her because I did. She was mine and mine alone. No other motherfucker would ever know the way she way felt wrapped around them. The way her nails raked down my back as her pussy started spasming around my length. The way her whole body tensed with anticipation in the instant before she found her release.
And no one but me would know what it was like to follow her right over that edge.
My cock swelled and I fused our mouths together in a punishing kiss, all but swallowing her tongue as my abs tightened. I thrust into her once more, as deep as I could get, then my seed exploded from me with so much force that I barely had the breath to yell, “Lizzy!” Her toned legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she held me there while my cock pulsed, her inner walls milking every last drop from me.
“That feels so good.” She shuddered beneath me while I slowly thrust inside her, savoring her lush body and soft curves against my hardness. “So right.”
“Because it was meant to be,” I told her meaningfully, brushing sweat soaked strands of hair from her face before cupping her cheek. She leaned into my touch and I let my thumb sweep across her tanned skin as I admired the woman who had changed everything with her presence.
Lizzy lifted an eyebrow and shot me a suspicious look, a teasing glint in those blue eyes. “Are you sure about that? What if I snore in my sleep? And my singing voice is bad...like, really bad. Even the shower can’t help it.” Her brows pinched as her frown deepened and her voice rose. “We haven’t even been on a date. What if you hate the way I eat? Oh God, my mom doesn’t even know you exist.”
“Lizzy-”
“She's going to freak the fuck out when I tell her. Oh no, and what if you guys don't get along? That would be the absolute worst and she already gives Rain the evil eye whenever he comes around and-”
That's enough of that.
She squealed in surprise as I flipped us over so that she was laying on my chest. Her pussy gripped me again at the sudden movement and I groaned, giving up any hope that I was going soft anytime soon.
“You jerk!” Lizzy slapped my chest as she sat up, staring down at me. The look of irritation in her eyes was cute, but hard to pay attention to when her heavy breasts were swinging in my face. “You almost gave me a heart attack! And my eyes are up here, Mister.”
“I gotta tell ya, I like the view from here just fine.” My hands settled on her hips and I wondered if she was even aware that she was slowly gyrating on top of me. The scowl on her face said no, but the flush across her chest and neck said yes.
“Pervert,” she said, rolling her eyes but already there was a sparkle of amusement shining through the aggravation. “Don’t think you can distract me with that sexy smirk. There’s still so much that we need to figure out and-”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. A little rougher than I meant to but fuck. Now was certainly not the time for talking. Not when I was buried deep inside her and definitely not when my cum was leaking out of her body. I needed to fill her again. And again. Until I was sure her womb couldn’t hold another drop.
“Doesn’t matter?” Her whole body tensed, except those damn, supple hips. They only picked up speed, rising and falling with her temper. My little angel was riding me like a fucking pro, and she didn’t even know it. “What do you mean it doesn’t-”
I growled low in my throat, fingers digging into her waist even as my heart swelled in my chest. “It doesn’t fuckin’ matter because I love you, woman. I’ll love you if you snore. I’ll love you if you can’t sing for shit. I’ll love you if you eat like a damn cow and talk with your mouth full. And your mom can evil eye my ass all she wants to because I’ll fucking love you until there’s no more breath in my goddamn body.”
Lizzy was completely silent on top of me, eyes shining with moisture and emotion.
I bent at the waist and used my thumbs to wipe at her eyes before dotting her face with kisses that left her chin trembling. When I leaned back, I let my arms rest behind my head and prop me up, smiling at her so wide it was making my face hurt. “Now you see why nothing else matters?”
For the second time tonight she looked shy, glancing away from me and biting her lip. Quietly, she asked, “Can you say it one more time?”
I waited until she looked at me again. “I love you, Lizzy. Now and forever. You’re mine to care and provide for and I promise that you’ll never want for a damn thing. Now say it back, damn it. I’m waiting on you to return the favor and fuck my brains out, ang
el.”
She giggled, the sound light and free. “I love you too, Texas. Now and always. Even if you’ve got worse manners than a caveman.”
“But I’m your caveman.”
“And don’t you forget it.” Lizzy braced her hands on my abs and lifted herself up until only the tip of my cock was held trapped in her opening. With eyes full of sin and possession, she let herself drop back down on me, sheathing my entire length in one smooth glide.
My relaxed state broke immediately, my hands crawling up her legs to her hips, but I stopped them on her lush thighs instead. If I put them around her waist, I wouldn't be able to ignore the still desperate need to fuck her but right then, watching her ride me was easily overpowering it.
Her eyes were half closed, lip caught between her teeth as she experimented, finding her rhythm. I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming early when she did this little roll with her hips, gripping me tight as fuck all at the same time. “Fucking natural,” I managed.
Lizzy licked her lips slowly, making them glisten. “You liked that?” She bounced, taking me deep before doing it again.
“Fuck!” I shouted as my cock jerked, my orgasm rushing up from the base of my spine, but I wasn’t falling over the edge alone.
I sat up in a swift rush, crushing our chests together where they stuck with sweat. One hand went to her ass, squeezing and kneading, while the other found the sensitive bud between her legs, my thumb lightly pressing down but her whole body shuddered violently.
“Oh shit,” she whispered, nails digging into my back. Our already hurried pace turned frenzied, limbs tangling until I didn’t know where she ended and I began. Flesh slapped against flesh, both of us panting. Moaning. Groaning. Then her pussy clamped down like a vice and I swallowed her cry with my tongue as her body wrangled my own orgasm from me. Milking the seemingly bottomless well of desire that continued to pour into her long after we collapsed.
We settled against each other comfortably, her head resting on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. I stared down at the top of her blonde head, twirling a few strands around my finger, still fucking amazed that she was here. In my arms. All fucking mine until there was no more breath in my body. We stayed like that for so long that I could’ve sworn she was asleep. I was almost right.
“You’ll be here when I wake up,” she said tiredly. “You aren’t going anywhere.” A statement, not a question but I heard the waver in her voice nonetheless and it stabbed me in the heart, which was no less than I deserved. But she had nothing to worry about.
I kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tight. “Not without you. Never without you.”
EPILOGUE - Lizzy
Three months later
“Precious cargo comin’ through, motherfuckers!” Texas shouted, kicking in the door of the clubhouse after my one knock and sweeping me up into his arms before striding inside. I was suddenly glad I chose to wear the long, purple sundress so I wouldn’t flash anyone. “Move your asses out of the way if ya want to keep your teeth inside your head.”
“Put me down you oaf!” I slapped at his chest, but it was like hitting a brick wall and my protests were barely believable through my own giggling. “I can walk!”
“Not on my watch, angel.” His brown eyes sparkled with pride and amusement as he effortlessly made his way towards the huge dining room table where most of the other Sinners were already seated, some form of that same amusement on all of their faces.
Correction, most of their faces. Because Creed was sitting at the head of the table with a scowl on his face that had only etched itself deeper and deeper over the last few months. But even his pissed off mug couldn’t ruin my mood. I lived for these dinners that Texas brought me to every Sunday after he finally claimed me. For a bunch of rough and tumble, insanely muscular, salt the earth types, his family had quickly become my second one.
“About time you guys showed up,” Rain said, tipping two fingers our way in a little salute. Kayla waved from beside him, one hand trying to hide the dinner roll we all just saw her shove in her mouth.
I cleared my throat loudly as Texas claimed our seat directly opposite of Creed, settling me on his lap like he always did. “We would’ve been on time if somebody hadn’t decided they needed to change all the tires on the Jeep before we left.” I shot him a pointed look and he squeezed my hip, grinning shamelessly.
“They were getting bald.”
“They were not, you just put those tires on two weeks ago.”
Kane and Saze shared one of those looks that only twins could, and their wives, Sarai and Elena, shared a glance as if they knew the joke as well. But Kane was the outspoken one who grinned and said, “Never thought I’d see the day Big Tex turned into a soccer mom. When you finally get ready to sell that pretty bike to me, I’ll give you the hookup on a good minivan place.”
Texas held up his middle finger as everyone laughed but he was smiling along with them. “I’ve told you a hundred times, Kane. You’ve never getting my bike. I’d rather park it for life than see you add all that bullshit decoration and ruin it.”
I nodded in agreement, absently tracing his fingers on my hip. “We’ve made memories on that thing.” I blushed at the husky tone to my voice and tried to force it away, even as the memory of riding out to his lake house on it slammed into me. “At some point I plan on getting back on it.”
“Not anytime soon you’re not,” Texas growled in my ear while Tanner and Sylvia sitting on our left made sure they were carefully not paying attention, for which I was grateful. Tanner was nice enough, but he only had eyes for the digital and if you weren’t a computer, he didn’t have much to say. Sylvia was nicer than I expected given the multitude of piercings and spiked platinum mohawk, but I also hadn’t heard a word from her. Texas had assured me that she wasn’t actually mute but if she ever did actually speak, I hadn’t yet been around for it.
“I’m barely three months pregnant.” I don’t even know why I bothered wasting my breath. He’d been overprotective ever since we first got the news. “I’m not an invalid. I don’t even have a bump yet.”
His arms wrapped all the way around me, one large hand splayed across my stomach. “I can’t wait until you do,” he said, voice deep and resonating inside me, headed straight for my core. If there was one thing I knew about pregnancy so far, it was that it made me horny as hell. All the time. And he knew it too. It was obvious in the low chuckle that surrounded me as I shifted on his lap.
“No fucking at the table,” Creed snapped, speaking for the first time, gray eyes cold and flat. My man stiffened beneath me and I mentally cursed the temperamental asshole across from us.
“Watch your damn tone,” Texas said carefully, and the room went silent with palpable tension.
Creed clenched his jaw so hard I could see it from where I sat. I knew the reason Texas had been in that alley had to do with the last Sinner. The one who was missing. The traitor, Rebel. But I didn’t know the inner workings of the club or what he had actually done beyond the fact that it was bad enough that no one even brought him up.
They didn’t really have to either. Their leader’s attitude seemed to get progressively worse the longer it remained unresolved. So, gone or not, Rebel’s presence was constantly known. At this point, I wanted the issue addressed as much as they did so Creed could stop being such a dick.
The tense silence got to me and I found myself rolling my eyes, mouth opening before my brain could catch up. “You know, I’m surprised you can sit there, Creed.” Those hard eyes landed on me, but I refused to flinch.
“Why is that, Elizabeth?” His lip curled as he used my full name. No one used my full name.
“Because the stick you’ve got shoved so far up your ass should be pretty painful.”
His eyes narrowed as the silence came back with a vengeance and this time there was enough venom is his gaze that I felt myself start to tremble. At least until Texas flexed his hand on my stomach, his presence warming me all the way
through. I’m not sure how long we would’ve stayed like that, locked in a stupid staring match that I refused to lose, if Rain hadn’t started snickering.
“Swear to God,” he said around his laughter. “I’m gonna film and put you two on fight night or some shit one of these days. I could charge a pretty penny.” Creed turned his look on his brother, but it was as useful as microwaving an ice cube.
“Oh, don’t give me that. You act like someone is pissing in your cereal every morning.” Rain absently reached for a piece of fried chicken on Kayla’s plate and she slapped his hand away.
“Hey,” she complained. “We haven’t said grace.”
Several sets of eyes turned her way, including my own. We all saw you sneak that piece of bread, girlfriend. She at least had the grace to shrug, not caring at all about her hypocrisy.
Creed sat back in his chair, folding heavily tattooed arms over his huge chest. “Somebody do the fucking honors then so we can get this over with, I’ve got shit to do.” Kane and Saze shook their heads in unison and I could only mirror their disappointment.
“I’ll talk to him,” Texas whispered in my ear and I nodded, even though I didn’t think it would do much good.
Rain put his head in his hands dramatically before shooting a wide smile around the table. “If everyone can forgive the grouch, I’d like to lead us. Hold hands assholes, let’s get this-”
My heart jumped into my chest as the doorbell rang and everyone moved at once. Texas had me up and pushed behind him as he moved further into the kitchen, his arm an iron bar I couldn't pass even if I wanted to. All the other Sinners had produced their own matte black pistols from somewhere and Creed was at the front of them, staring daggers at the door. Behind him, the others lined up on either side without a word, making sure there would be no crossfire and not for the first time I was incredibly aware of the kind of man I had chosen and the life he led.
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