Page 25 of Shiner's Light

“This body was meant for my touch, honey,” he murmurs and slides farther down.

I suck a breath between my teeth only for it to whoosh right back out the instant his tongue wraps around a nipple and palms the mound of my ample breast. I might not have excessive cleavage in the chest area, but I’ve enough.

“Wyatt,” his name passes my lips in uncertainty.

“I’ve got you, Olly, honey, I’ve got you. Just feel me, feel the pleasure my mouth, my touch gives you,” Shiner rasps and peppers kisses from one breast to the other, giving it the same attention. “Love sucking on these beauties.” A gasp escapes my lips when he rolls one of my nipples between two fingers.

“It feels . . . it feels so good, Wyatt.” The words come out on a pant, my head thrashes on the pillow, and I swear my body lifts, begging for his touch.

“It’s about to get that much better.” Leaving my breasts, Shiner trails kisses downward, his body moving in between my thighs, settling in with his fingers whispering over me like a feather. “I’m about to make you feel so damn much, honey, you’ll be hoarse by the time I’m done.”

My lips part on a question, one that doesn’t come. The reason it doesn’t is because the man in question swipes his tongue along my slit and lifts my thighs over his shoulders. Another swipe follows, and he slides his tongue up to clamp his mouth around the little bundle of nerves. A cry of sheer pleasure spills from my lips, and Shiner’s groan of approval vibrates against my center.

Shiner takes his time going between my clit and down, toying with my slit. He drives me closer and closer, but never close enough to the release building inside me.

“Please, Wyatt, please,” I find the words leaving my lips on a plea. I need him. I need more of him than what he’s giving me so far.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he remarks, sliding a finger through my fold. “Such a pretty pussy, Olive, sweet as honey, just as I told you I knew you would be.”Oh God, he keeps talking like this, I’ll come before he goes any further.

Shiner dips his finger farther, adding another with it, and really starts working me. His fingers scissor inside, and his tongue thrusts in. The release I felt coming implodes around me, and a part of me seems to shift.

His touch is relentless. The way Shiner uses his mouth, his fingers, even his breath . . . everything he does drives me off the edge of oblivion and leaves me stuck in a fog of sheer pleasure. Time no longer exists, and I couldn’t care less.

When I think I can’t take anymore, Shiner lifts, our eyes connecting, and wedges his thighs between mine, his cock hedging at the entrance to my core. A sense of panic attempts to slip into place, and he must feel it because, just as quickly, it evaporates. This is due to the fact Shiner dips his head down, his lips clamping around one of my nipples while he pinches the other between two fingers.

Slowly, being driven into madness by his touch, he thrusts inward, sinking in inch by inch, taking his time until he’s fully seated inside me. Only then does he lift back up and does so until he’s able to look down and watch as he withdraws enough to see the shimmer of my juices coating him.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so damn tight, feels good,” he groans, thrusting home once more. “The way your pussy spasms and clenches my dick . . . fuck me, it’s heaven and hell all in one. I could die a happy man inside this sweetness.”

“If you die, I die,” I utter because I’m willing to bet I could die from the very pleasure he’s giving me.

“No dying today, Olive.” He groans, pulling nearly all the way out. “Only living for this, right here.” On the last word, he thrusts home, drawing a scream from my lips at the intense pleasure it brings me. As he mentioned, heaven and hell, it’s pain and pleasure. All mixed in with each other.

Shiner’s thrusts become relentless, like a madman chancing his mark, he takes me ruthlessly, giving me everything I need. Every touch, desire I’ve ever wanted from him. He gives it to me.

The release that washes through me and ensures that I never will forget this moment in time. When Shiner snarls my name, it seals my fate. I’m his whether he wants me later or not. Never can I belong to anyone else.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SHINER

“This shit’s got to stop,” Blow snaps, eyes narrowed, scanning around the room. “I refuse to allow those bastards to get away with the bullshit headaches they’re giving me.”

“I want to know why the hell they thought to raid the clubhouse last night,” Lucky sneers.

After the bullshit yesterday and the raid the night before, we’re all on edge today. I should feel relaxed after spending hours upon hours inside my woman, but it doesn’t erase the tension and rage building inside me.

I woke up this morning to a text from Blow. He called us all in for church earlier than he intended for us to meet this morning. I didn’t want to leave the bed. I’d been sleeping contently wrapped around Olive’s much smaller body after exhausting her to a dreamless sleep. Getting up wasn’t an easy feat either, at least without waking her. Hopefully, she’s still asleep and continues to do so until I get back to her. I was hoping to keep her in bed much longer by fucking her once again.

Last night, she surprised me by asking me to make love to her, and I did that and more. I loved her. I fucked her. I made sure she felt me all over her. Not just inside her sweet pussy.

I learned after Sasha to always wrap my shit and have. I don’t take chances, but with Olive, I didn’t bother. For the first time in years, I fucked without a condom, consequences be damned. Hell, I wouldn’t give a fuck if I knocked her up. She’s mine. I don’t even think after feeling her snug pussy wrapped around my cock that I could ever take her any other way. Olive’s pussy is something I’m sure to become addicted to.

“We found out about the raid yesterday afternoon,” Nines remarks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“How?” Keys demands, looking pissed. “I haven’t heard a word about this.”

“We weren’t supposed to know about it coming,” Blow answers and looks in Griz’s direction.

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