Page 90 of Disturbed Lucidity

She stirred in her sleep, emitting a soft moan and shifted her position, abruptly diverting my attention toward her when she rolled onto her back. Bathed in the soft glow of the moon, her face exuded a serene, almost ethereal look. Her legs parted slightly, and I breathed out a quiet growl.

She was generally a stomach sleeper, yet tonight it seemed she preferred sleeping on her back, with one leg hiked up to the side, spreading herself like she was inviting me in. If I wanted to, I could seize her at this very moment. I could lift her hips slightly, allowing myself to penetrate her deeply. I could lose myself in her, caressing her softly and ensuring her undisturbed sleep, before indulging in a fervent exploration that would leave her trembling with pleasure.

So many options.

I stroked the tip of my pulsating penis and my other hand squeezed and pulled my balls. Staring at her face, a milky stream erupted from my swollen head like the water fountain in front of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I pictured her looking up at me from the floor, waiting patiently for me to spray her face with my seed. I imagined her soft lips around my shaft while I held her head tight, dumping my cum down her throat. Lowering my eyes and exhaling heavily when the last of my seed dripped onto my hand, and I slumped back in the chair, panting a little.

Through it all, Ivy slept soundly, entirely undisturbed by my actions.

After a few minutes, I rose from the chair, removed my clothes and walked over to the end of the bed. Reaching for her ankles, I didn’t waste time flipping her back onto her stomach before grabbing her hips and yanking her ass toward me.

Even in sleep, she held the perfect pose.

I ran a finger through her slit, nice and slow.

Fuck, she was so wet.

Grabbing my cock, I rubbed my head up and down, coating myself in her hot juices. I couldn’t help but let out a groan when her body slowly moved against me.

She stirred, but I didn’t stop.

Without further thought, I shoved my cock deep into her.

Seated deeply, I reached over and held her down to the bed, forcing her hips up higher while I pushed even deeper inside. The second I felt her walls clench around my cock, I lost it.

Thrusting deep into her, I held tight to her hips while I used her body to fuck myself into Nirvana.

“You’re mine, Ivy. Even in death, you’ll be mine. Forever.”

I grunted, rutting into her like some rabid animal until my jaw tightened and I let out a groan before shoving upward into her with a forceful thrust, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. I throbbed inside her, filling every corner of her womb, pushing my dick deep against her cervix, flooding her with my seed. Her body coiled tightly around my cock even more, squirting out streams of our mixed juices, coating my thighs in our combined cream.

I smiled while I gripped her hips tightly, knowing she would see the bruised imprint of my hands for days to come. Her pussy clenched my cock tightly, drinking every drop of cum from my balls when the thought of seeing my handprints inked into her body permanently aroused me once again.

Fuck me.

This woman was going to be the death of me, and I couldn’t think of a sweeter way to go.

I woke a few hours later to find Ivy sleeping restlessly next to me.

Groaning, I rubbed the sleep out of my face, turning to see the time.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

Even after all these years, I couldn’t get that infernal, internal clock of mine to shut the fuck off. Didn’t matter if I wasn’t in uniform anymore. Come 0500 hours, my ass was wide awake.

Throwing back the covers, I stood, stretched, then walked toward the bathroom. Taking my time in the shower, I mentally prepared myself for the day. It was a habit I’d learned from my military days and another thing I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t think or prepare for any eventuality. Maybe it was engrained in my DNA. Who the fuck knows? All I knew was that by the time I left my room, I was awake and ready for anything.

Knowing most of the brothers would sleep for a few more hours, the quietness of the clubhouse afforded me the peace I needed to get a few things done.

When I headed downstairs, it surprised me to find Frost sitting in his office, drinking a cup of coffee. Brother never slept until I did and was always awake before me. Leaving him to whatever had his attention at the ass crack of dawn, I made my way to the galley to find Elvis already cooking up a storm.

“Coffee is on the table,” the grumpy man muttered, flipping pancakes on the large griddle.

Taking a seat at the small table, I muttered my thanks and lifted the steaming hot brew to my mouth. Taking a drink, I closed my eyes and sighed.

I watched while Elvis placed slices of bacon on the griddle after he placed several pancakes into a warmer. On the stove sat a large stockpot. Steam floating up as whatever he had in there bubbled like some witches’ brew. I sat there when he opened the oven, removing three trays of homemade biscuits, before also dumping them into another bin, then sliding it under the warmer.

The kitchen setup was like most I guessed. Only ours had a large open window with several warming lights that illuminated the food while keeping everything warm. Set up like a military kitchen galley, the brothers made damn sure Elvis had everything he desired to cook for this greedy-ass crew. Because when it came to food, these fuckers were picky as fuck.

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