Page 31 of Saved By the Rogue

"I really want to feel you inside of me," she breathed against my mouth, letting her teeth catch lightly against my lip. I groaned, kissing her harder, and brushing her hand aside so I could unzip my pants and take myself into my hand.

She pulled her dress back, reaching down to pull her panties to the side – I gazed down at her, ready for me, waiting for me, needy for me, the puff of pale pubic hair above her pussy so tempting I almost laid her down and buried my face between her legs once more. But I could tell there was only one thing she really craved right now, and it was the same thing I did – the feel of our bodies coming together, of the two of us able to fully sink into each other again.

She shifted her hips, so she was hovering just above my tip, and then, she clasped on to my shoulders, and began to push herself down on top of me. I let my head sink back against the couch, eyes drifting shut as the sensation got the better of me. Fuck, she was so damn tight, it was hard not to blow my load right then and there inside of her.

She rocked her hips, working herself down on top of me, until I was buried all the way inside of her. I growled appreciatively, pulling her skirt to the side so I could watch myself enter her, watch her spread to take every inch of me.

"How does that feel?" she breathed to me, her hands on my shoulders, a playful little smile spreading up her cheeks.

"You have no fucking idea how good it feels," I told her, as I grabbed her hips and pushed myself up and into her. She cried out, the sound filling the small space around us, as she moved up and down on top of me, letting me fill her up to the very brim with my cock.

She tipped her head back, her hair falling in a blonde waterfall over her back, as I fucked her in long, hard strokes – every time we fooled around, she seemed to be able to take my cock with more and more ease, letting me deeper and deeper inside of her. Or maybe it was just that we were closer emotionally,feeling like we had nothing holding us apart any longer, allowing me to give myself over to her completely – allowing myself, once and for all, to lose myself to the sweet sensation of her closeness, and knowing there was nothing else left between us, nothing to keep us apart, nothing to hide from.

"Look at me," I growled to her, and she managed to land her unfocused eyes on mine – her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling quickly as she drew closer and closer to the edge. I needed to push her over it. I needed to see the look on her face when she came. I needed to watch her body spasm as she gave in to the pleasure she knew only I was capable of gifting to her, once and for all.

She pressed her forehead against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us, her panting growing more and more needy as I drove myself deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was gazing at me, her eyes dark with want, her arms wrapped tight around me, pushing herself back down on my cock like she couldn’t get enough of me. The way we fit together; I understood it. I knew I would never get tired of this, never get tired of the closeness, of the look in her eyes when I was inside of her.

"Fuck, I’m so close," she murmured to me, her voice taking on this edge of a whine that sent a shockwave of pleasure through my body. It was truly like she couldn’t control herself when the two of us were this near to each other. I pushed deep inside of her, burying myself up to the hilt and holding myself there, and she squirmed on top of me, using me to massage herself from every angle...

And then, finally, I felt it, her body contracting on top of me as she finally reached her release. She moaned, pressing her face into my neck, panting against me helplessly, her arms wound tight around me as though she never wanted to let me go. I moved into her again, again, again, and then, felt myself explode – the pleasure cresting as I grabbed her ass and held her on top of me, letting her feel me filling her with my seed. Her pussy was still squeezing around my cock, pulsing with the intensity of her orgasm, and, as she turned her head to kiss me once more, I could feel that she was smiling.

"How does it just keep getting better?" she asked breathily, as she slowly lifted herself off of me.

"I have no idea," I chuckled. "You want to go again and see if we can top that?”

"Give me a minute," she laughed, rolling off of me and on to the couch, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes blissfully closed. I gazed at her for a moment, unable to take my eyes off of her – I could hardly believe I got to call her mine, but I could.

And, before I could stop myself, the words escaped my lips.

"I love you."

She turned to me, her eyes wide, as though she hadn’t been expecting to hear that. For a moment, I thought I had gone too far, thought I had overstepped – but then, a smile creased her face, and she leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips.

"I love you too, Jaxon," she murmured to me. "So much."

I draped an arm around her, and she snuggled into me, and the two of us rested there together, catching our breath until we were ready for round two.

Chapter Nineteen – Star

I winced as I felt the needle come against my skin once more, catching sight of myself in the mirror; Jaxon was working on my back right now, his tongue caught between his teeth as he focused.

"Nearly done," he told me, when he noticed my reaction. "I promise."

"I can handle it," I assured him. Honestly, I would have sat through any amount of pain, if it meant I got to have his latest artistic creation on my body for the rest of my life. I could hardly wait to see how it looked. And, if I trusted anyone to get this right, it was him.

I glanced up to the window of the shop, which had been freshly decorated with his new design, and felt a swell of pride in my system. I couldn’t believe he had actually finally allowed the rest of the Dogs to see what he had been working on. It had taken a whole lot of coaxing from me, but he had finally shown Chuck a few of the pieces he’d put together over the last few years, in secret – and I had suggested, ever-so-casually, that Chuck get him to design an insignia for the club.

An insignia that was now adorning the front of the tattoo shop, leaving no doubt at all as to who ran this place. A bulldog with its mouth opened, showing a dark void within, holding a skull between its jaws, with the words Dark Dogs on either side of it; it couldn’t have been more perfect. Intimidating, but beautiful, in a way, just like Jaxon.

The very same image I was getting inked onto my back right now. I was so excited to see how it was going to come out. But, honestly, I was more excited about what this meant – about how meaningful it was for me to get myself marked as a member of this gang once and for all, and tattooed by Jaxon, of all people. It was a tattoo from him that had started all this in the first place, and it felt right that it should be a tattoo that would seal me into this for life.

Jaxon leaned back and inspected his work, looking up and down my bare back.

"There," he remarked. "I think you’re done."

"Let me see!" I exclaimed, trying to twist around in the chair to get a better look at it. He laughed.

"Hey, don’t move too much," he warned me. "You don’t want to shift it around so early on."

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