“God, baby, you smell good.” He rubs his face around, catching my scent all over him. “I fucking dreamed about this pussy.” He licks between my lips and groans at my taste as I wither from his touch. “Jesus, you’re incredible.” He looks at my pussy, then at me. “And mine. All mine.”
With eyes on me, he lowers his mouth and eats me out as if I’m a damn peach and he’s a starved man. I grab at his head to hold on, not to pull him off. God no. Never that. Damn man is going to kill me with how good this feels. I never knew it could be like this. To have a man own you with each twitch of the tongue. To have someone drink from you as if they’re trying to suck your soul from your damn body.
I come on a scream and quickly clamp both hands over my mouth as an afterthought.
He takes another long swipe of his tongue through me, nibbling at my clit before prowling above me. He pulls my hands away. “Don’t hide those screams, baby girl. Those are mine. Just like the rest of you.”
He kisses me, making me taste myself. The flavor of me on his tongue is something I can quickly grow addicted to. I scream again, this time into his mouth as he pushes his big dick asfar as it’ll go inside me. I swear I taste it at the back of my throat.
I pull my mouth away to breathe, as he doesn’t give me time to adjust. I fucking love that even while there’s a bit of sweetness to what’s going on tonight, he still knows I need a bit of pain as well. Something to push it further than just the normal vanilla for me.
“Let it out. Give me everything. Forget about everything else. Just here and now.” He moves his hips harder, hitting parts of me that have me puffing out air at how good it feels as he leans in close to my ear. “And those screams are for me and me alone. Not about to let anyone else hear them but me.” He bites down hard on my ear, and it’s too much. I come easily.
But I’m not through with him.
Pinning my legs to the back of his knees, I force the roll this time and take over. I hold him down as I work him over, enjoying the feel of him and pushing forward to my next orgasm.
I might be on top, but I know I’m not in charge. Not tonight. He grabs my hips, helping me find a rhythm that’s for my benefit more than his.
“That’s it, baby. God, you’re beautiful.” His words, so sweet, have my breath catching for a whole other reason. He encourages me, and with a quick flick of his hand on my clit, I’m coming again.
He sits up, grabbing my ass and bouncing me up and down his shaft. The angle has me soaring higher than I thought possible as I continue to come, even when he finds his own bliss, grunting as he comes too.
He holds me to him, forehead to forehead, as we catch our breath.
“Thanks.” I look into his eyes as my hands find his hair and twirl it in my fingers at the base of his neck. “For going after Ivan. For saving Ollie. Saving both of us.” I swallow the lump of emotion in my throat. “Thank you.” The last words come out in a whisper, betraying me and showing how close to breaking I really am.
He leans in and kisses me softly before pulling away. “Like I said, you’re worth it. And I’d do it again if you asked.”
“What happened?”
After we cleaned up, we got back in bed and have just been lying here for who knows how long. He has a hand around me, playing with my hair as I lie on him and trace the swirls of ink on his chest.
His fingers stall for a second, long enough for me to look up and see him warring with himself before he looks down at me and smiles softly.
“Short or long version?”
“Any.” I’m not going to be picky about what he tells me, as long as he tells me something. I know that’s more than he should. Mafia and bikers are alike in many ways, one being that women rarely get details.
He breathes deeply as he looks at the ceiling, and I go back to swirling patterns on him. The light on the side table isn’t overly bright, casting more shadows than illuminating things, but it’s enough.
“Mad Max’s soon-to-be uncle-in-law gave us some intel on Ivan’s place. Your brothers gave us the rest. We only waited as long as we did because Mickey had a contact who was getting us some explosives that Domino said we needed. Guy makes an art out of blowing shit up.” He chuckles at the thought. “We knew Ivan was spending most of his time at this penthouse that he used as his primary residence. We had a team of local rebellion types take out the house fifteen minutes before we breached his penthouse.”
“Why wait? Why not go in at the same time?”
“We knew his wife was at the house, but the new girlfriend was at the penthouse. While our rebellion friends were tripping all the security lines and pissing Ivan off, we were blowing his escape tunnels that were on the same security line. They would have been alerted to it unless we went after the house. It also worked for us to go in when we did, as more than half were expecting the threat to be someplace else and not at their front door. Taking out the first few floors went quick, but by then, those above knew it was a two-part plan of attack, and the escape routes were blocked. Tommy, Domino, and I took a team and went straight up, while Kooper, Mickey, and the prospect took another team and went floor by floor, taking out everything.”
I listen to his heart, strong and steady. Just like the man.
“Did he suffer?”
“I made sure he knew everything he’d created was destroyed before I ended him.”
I nod as a single tear falls from my eye. One tear for the angel who can finally rest, knowing that monster won’t harm her child anymore. All thanks to a Hound with a big-ass mouth.
“Why are you smiling, baby?” He rubs the tear into my skin as I look at him, resting my chin on his sternum.
“Just happy, I guess.”
