Page 129 of Blue

“Don’t be sorry.” I sipped my lips along her neck. “It’s not a lie.” I whispered so only she could hear. “Ican’t keep my dick out of you. My cock is so fucking hard. Your ass is spectacular in these jeans.” I filled my hands with her ass and crushed her pelvis to my groin. And then I gave her the words she’d given me, when she’d told me what she wanted from me. “I’m so into you, Kiss, I’m going to fuck every one of your holes.”

She pulled back, stared into my eyes, and her throat flexed on a swallow.

“As soon as Blade lifts your probation, you’re wearing a property of Blue cut. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

Although, her probation didn’t seem to have limits, not anymore, not after Kiss had come clean to Blade. It hadn’t been easy for her to talk to him. He hadn’t blamed Kiss, but held her tightly, hating Razor for the pain he’d caused her. Since then, their relationship had changed. He’d told Kiss that they’d both been scarred by his dad. In that exchange, I cemented my loyalty to the club. I think I finally understood I was part of the brotherhood. And Kiss was still a Heller.

Kiss gripped my cut. “You want me? Take me. Show every one of your Heller brothers who you’re fucking.”

I gripped her ass and lifted. Her legs circled my waist, her arms draped over my shoulders, and her fingers toyed with the hair at my collar. She locked her ankles around my back.

Cruz whistled. A few hollers whooped as I carried her down the steps, across the chapel, and down the hall to my room. Once inside, I kicked the door closed, pushed her up against it, slicked my tongue across her lips, and plundered her mouth in a soul-stealing kiss.

Her hands were everywhere, in my hair, then skating over my shoulders, and tunneling under my cut. Pressing closer, her chest crushed against mine.

Gliding her tongue to slither along mine, she was the sweet taste of an aphrodisiac. Somehow, she’d broken my curse and become my redemption. A stabbing pressure tightened in my core. I tangled my hand in her hair, and pulled, stretching her neck for the assault of my mouth on her flesh.

“You’re fucking mine, Kiss. Cut or no cut. High or sober, you’re fucking mine.” I sucked, marking her for anyone who would question where she belonged. She belonged with me. On the back of my bike. In my bed. In my fucking dreams. And I belonged in hers.

Her moan heated my gut and sank into my balls. I covered her full breast with my hand, her pebbled nipple prodding into my palm.

“More, Blue. I need to touch you.” She squirmed, trying to get us undressed without breaking from the wild mating of tongues, lips, teeth, and heavy gasps of breath.

I loosened my hold on her, and her body slid along mine until her toes touched the floor. Then her hands were at my belt buckle, loosening the fork, unzipping me, and sliding her hand into my boxers, curling her fingers around my shaft, and jerking me off with a slow stroke.

I peeled off my cut, tossed it to the bed, then reached behind my head and pulled off my shirt with one hard tug. Once free, I braced my hands on the door at the sides of her head, lowered my mouth, and sipped her lips. “On your knees, Kiss.”

I wanted her to suck my dick and shove her finger in my ass again. Because with every touch and every kiss, she chased the demons from my head. She made me hers. After tonight, I only wanted to remember herhands on my body…every part of my body. And I wanted inside every part of hers.

With her eyes on mine, she lowered to her knees, unlaced my boots, and pulled them off. Her lips feathered along the V of my groin as she tugged down my jeans and boxers. As I stepped out of them, she kissed my abdomen, held to my hips, and inhaled my scent.

Caged between my body and the door, she gripped my shaft, opened her mouth, and swiped her tongue over the crown, tasting a bead of glistening precum from the slit. With a hum, she licked me from base to tip, tracing the veins mapping the length with her tongue. Finally, she sucked me deep into her mouth. When she pulled back, saliva wet her lips.

She lifted her gaze and opened wide. I watched my cock slowly sink back into her mouth and pillow on her velvety tongue. When her soft lips firmly closed around the shaft, I tightened my hands into fists, braced against the burst of heat in my balls, and fought the imminent eruption of my release.

More saliva slicked her fingers as she pumped my cock. I was on the verge of coming, but I wanted more.

“Fuck my ass, Kiss.” I couldn’t believe the strangled words came from my mouth. I needed this. I had too many fucking sexual hangups, until her. When she kissed me, I could breathe again. Before her, a touch only caused revulsion. The press of a body against mine sent panic through me. Only with her did touch morph into pleasure.

With her gaze locked with mine, she smiled and spit on her fingers. I inhaled a sharp gasp with the first touch of her finger to my back hole. With gentle pressure, she opened me up. Then, she added a second finger.

Kiss sucked my dick deep into her mouth, so deep I couldn’t breathe. She swallowed around my shaft. With one hand, she slid her slippery fingers up and down my length and, with her other hand, she fucked me hard and deep with two fingers in my ass.

A guttural moan ripped from my chest, my balls drew up, my gut clenched, and the first hot pulse shot through my cock and splashed the back of her throat.

Still fisting my dick, still drilling her fingers in and out, she released her suction, inched back to catch ropes of cum on her tongue, her lips, and her chin, giving me a visual fucking masterpiece of eroticism.

A glossy coating of my cum trickled down her fingers. She released my cock, to suck them into her mouth, savoring the taste of me.

“Fuck.” I flared my nostrils on a harsh inhale, my jaw clenched, and every muscle in my body tensed, then burned with a melting heat. I was fucking gone for this woman.

Kiss slipped her fingers from my ass.

“Come here.” I fisted my hands in her hair and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her hard, slicked my tongue over her lips, and sucked my fluids from her chin knowing the taste of cum would forever remind me of this moment.

Of only this moment.

“You taste good.” She twined her arms around my neck and kissed me, sliding her tongue along mine. “So good.” She smacked her lips, and her brow arched. “Do you want another taste?”

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