Kage

With the sweet taste of her still coating my tongue, I slowly crawl up while I nip at her skin. Her eyes are closed, and she’s still relishing in the afterglow of the orgasm my mouth just gave her. Her nipples are hard peaks jutting up and are begging for my teeth to give them some attention.

The instant I catch one between my teeth, her back arches off the bed while my cock connects with her pussy. Fuck. She’s so tight and hot and while I’ve just fucked her, my cock sure as hell doesn’t give a damn because it still wants to shoot my load deep inside her.

Although I respect her decision, I completely understand the risk we’re taking. Even though I’m not coming inside her, it doesn’t mean she won’t get pregnant. I mean, with her heavenly pussy, the pre-cum is leaking out all the damn time. But fuck, that’s just it; I don’t care because she’s it for me. And I’m going to make damn sure to be there for her, and our kid, now and in the future—whatever it might hold.

I pull my hips back in an effort to keep my cock from connecting with her pussy. It’s just too damn much when it comes to her. Just a mere touch has me ready to blow and that’s not going to happen. I’m dead set on torturing her as much as she’s erotically torturing me.

I lick away the sting on her nipple and I mumble, “Easy there, you’re not getting my cock…” Her eyes fly open. “Yet,” I promise her, while she wiggles underneath me trying to seek me out.

That’s exactly how I want it to be. Eyes on me, craving to be filled up by me. I make sure that my cock is rubbing her clit when I thrust forward. Not entering and yet taking the edge off. Tamar moans in frustration.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” I almost don’t have to make it a damn question because the words practically vibrate off her.

My cock thickens even more with the thought that she desperately burns for me because she came on my tongue mere minutes ago and we’ve just screwed the hell of each other in the bathtub. Seems we’ve got a connection that’s barely scratched an itch.

A strangled sound leaves her throat as she begs me to fill her up. Again, I contemplate dragging this out but it’s useless when the head of my cock slides inside her, even if it’s just an inch. Thrusting forward, I fill her up in one stroke. In return, I get her nails dragging a trail over my back and I won’t be surprised if she just drew blood. But fuck, that sure feels good. I pick up speed and find a rhythm that suits both our demands.

Yet I feel the need to warn her when her pussy starts to clench with the need to come. “Don’t you dare come, Tamar. Not yet you don’t. If I can’t come inside you, then you’re only allowed to come if you suck me off right after. Because my cum doesn’t need to be wasted out in the open.”

Her eyes are closed again as she meets every hard pump my cock is giving her. Throwing that tight pussy on and off my cock like she needs it to take her next breath to keep living. I surge up to the hilt and freeze making her eyes fly open, robbing her of the moment right before ecstasy flows through her body.

“Did you hear me?” I state through gritted teeth, trying to keep my own orgasm at bay.

“Yes,” she groans and wiggles her hips in an effort to get me to move before she adds,

“I’ll come all over your cock, only if you’ll come in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” I start pounding and it doesn’t take more than a few strokes before she’s screaming my name.

Dammit. With what she just said and the way she’s got my cock in a vice grip of rapid waves, I know I’m damn seconds away from blowing inside her. Stumbling back, my head tips toward the ceiling, and I give myself over to the need to come, even if my cum will be welcomed on the bedsheets.

But it’s not, because a tightness of heat is instantly wrapped around my cock as it starts to pulse. Glancing down makes my damn orgasm intensify when I see the look on my woman’s face as she swallows all of me.

Gently I slide her hair out of her eyes, enjoying the visual even more when she slides her tongue around the head of my cock to make sure she got it all.

“So. Fucking. Perfect,” I murmur and drag her up to cover her mouth with mine.

My tongue plunges inside and battles with hers, tasting myself as I bring our bodies flush against each other. Damn. I don’t know what’s worse. The intense fucking, or finding release only to build it right back up.

Regretfully I pull back. “We need to get some shut eye, kitten. And that won’t be happening if we keep feeding off one another.”

Her hand slides back around my cock, giving it a tight squeeze that makes me groan. “I don’t think this one has the ability to soften up.”

I bat her hand away. “Sleep. Or I’ll take that tight ass of yours next time so I can finally come inside your body and not pull out.”

She gasps and scoots away from me, making laughter rip from my throat. But for now, I’ll take the lull between us so the two of us can get some sleep. Yet I wasn’t joking. I will take that ass, since my cock just got rock hard at the thought of how tight she’ll be. I grab the sheet and blankets, and cover the both of us, closing my eyes and pulling Tamar flush against me as we both settle and give our bodies the rest we need.

When I open my eyes again, it’s to knocking at the door, and Ramon’s voice on the other side of it. “Come on, Kage. I need you and Tamar downstairs. Cashwell has been ranting on and on about shit I don’t understand and Dessa is bouncing on the edge of her seat because she does, and fuck…I think Lars might have the hots for her because he looks like he’s going to kill Cashwell for making Dessa all excited and shit.”

Tamar is giggling as she rises up and hovers over me. “Guess it’s time to get up, huh?”

“Get downstairs, Ramon. We’ll be there in five,” I rumble and regretfully slide out of bed.

I turn my attention to Tamar because I think she needs to have a little chat with her sister. “The second we get downstairs, you’re going to tell your sister to either back off or…no, wait. It’s probably too late already. Fuck.”

“What? What’s too late?” Tamar’s eyes are filled with concern.

I take a deep breath and get it all out. “I think my brother is denying it, but deep down I think he’s already claimed Dessa as his. From what I’ve seen of the two of them, without them fucking knowing I might add, it’s clear he wants her. Being the same blood and a biker, he sure as shit will kill anyone who lays a hand on her. Doesn’t matter if it’s the friendly kind. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”

“Being the same blood and a biker,” Tamar mimics my voice. “What does that mean?”

The corner of my mouth twitches, as if she needs to hear it for herself. I have no problem in telling her again. “You’re mine, Tamar. My Old Lady. The one I need to cherish. I’d add protect too, but that would be an insult seeing you’re more than capable of protecting both our asses. But you get the idea, right? Even if one of my own damn brothers stirs an emotion inside you, doesn’t matter what kind, jealousy will flare up. Depending on the situation, it’ll be dealt with. But Lars? His solution might just be to eliminate the cause.”

Tamar jumps out of bed. “Shit. We need to get downstairs then. I’ll tell my sister to keep her distance, or calm down her excitement. Dammit. I’ll handle it, okay?”

I give her a tight nod and get dressed though I can’t keep the smile off my face. Tamar didn’t give me one damn word of protest about her being my Old Lady. The thought shoots straight to my chest. If our fucking wasn’t clear enough for her, my words were. She’s mine, as I am hers. No denials and no fucking regrets. The future looks brighter already.

It takes us a few minutes before we head to the living room where I indeed find my brother standing next to the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, visibly plotting Cashwell’s murder right in front of him.

“Settle down, Lars,” I tell him, making all eyes slide to me. “Dessa, could you help your sister with something? I need to have a word with my brother and then we’ll all have a discussion about where we’re gonna go from here, okay?”

Dessa gives me a questionable look but stands up and strolls to Tamar, who’s giving me a lopsided grin.

I wait for the women to leave the room before I give Cashwell my full attention. “A little warning, fucker. Dessa is Lars’.”

Cashwell ping pongs his gaze between me and Lars before bouncing his head in understanding. Yeah, I bet he’s mentally connected the dots so the death glare my brother is giving him makes sense.

Virgil plunks down in a chair. “Great, that’s settled. Now, are we going to discuss what we’re going to do, or what?”

Both women stroll back into the room. Dessa’s cheeks are flaming and her eyes are everywhere except for where Lars is standing. I guess Tamar made it clear how we get when a biker’s attention is fixated on something that he’s claimed as his.