Page 81 of Butcher

“Jesus,” I gasped, thrusting upward, which earned me a warning look. “Sorry,” I grunted, letting my head drop back against the pillows. “That feels too fucking good.”

“I’m going to take good care of you, Butcher. Just lay back, Baby,” she purred.

“Fuck,” I grunted, my voice strained, as she clenched her pussy around me. I’d never heard that tone in her voice.

Her smile widened.

I wasn’t a complete idiot. I knew when to shut up and let a woman do her thing. If it meant I could bury my dick inside her, then it was even better. She rode me hard and fast, making us both sweat. I had my hands on her hips, guiding her movements, but when her head fell back and her breathing became ragged I knew she was close. She was so fucking gorgeous.

“Fuck. Come on me, Baby. Come all over my dick,” I groaned, bucking my hips upward, ignoring the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be moving. Her time to play was over and now it was mine.

She came on command, her fingers digging into my chest as her back bowed. Her cry was so damn sexy.

I gave her a minute of shuddering bliss before I rolled and tucked her beneath my body.

“Butcher, your side,” she gasped.

I was too far gone to give a shit about my side. My kiss silenced her. Pumping into her, I groaned. My orgasm was so damn close, I was shaking with it.

She wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my back and held on.

As much as I wanted to come, I wanted to see her do it again. My lips closed over her nipple as I thrust hard into her body. I was using her, fucking her, and she loved it.

“Butcher,” she cried, her nails biting into my skin.

I growled against her flesh. I wasn’t going to come until she did, but fuck was she making it difficult with those throaty cries and her clamping pussy. Pulling out of her, I ignored her gasp of protest and flipped her. I grabbed her hips, hitching them into the air, then slammed into her again. We both groaned in pleasure. It was too fucking hard to get my hand in between our bodies how I was fucking her before. Now I had unrestricted access to her clit. I pinched it and grinned when she whimpered.

I soothed her clit with gentle brushes after my rough treatment. She was so fucking wet the sounds of me fucking her were echoing through the quiet room. It was so damn sexy and I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving in to the urge to plant myself as far into her as I could get and let go. I leaned over her back, one hand on the mattress, my body blanketing her, and bit her shoulder hard enough that I knew there was going to be a mark there in the morning.

She cried out my name, panting as I kept swirling my fingers over her clit.

“Give me what I want,” I demanded in her ear.

When she finally did, her body spasmed around mine, pulling my orgasm right out of me. She milked every drop of cum from my body until I was sagging on top of her, panting. As awareness came back to me I realized my head and my side were throbbing in time to my heartbeats, but I didn’t give a damn. That was worth the pain.

Laying back down, I dragged her to my side and smiled when she tucked her head under my chin and rested her cheek on my heart.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s alright,” I told her, running my fingers up and down her spine. “I’ll just tell Lock it was your fault I’m bleeding again.”

She sputtered, then her hand went to the bandage on my side to check. “Asshole, you’re not bleeding.”

No. Crash had taken care of that. As much as I hated to go see the fucker, I had to admit he was good at his job.

“Butcher?”

“Yeah.”

“Never mind. You need to get some sleep.”

Considering deep, heartfelt talks weren’t in my wheelhouse, I closed my eyes and did as she suggested.

“Have you heard from Glitch?”I asked as I walked into church. I wasn’t in the mood to wait to find out what was going on. These assholes had force fed me meds most of yesterday. Despite the late night sex, I’d woken up in a bitch of a mood because of it.

“Yeah,” Lock said. “Wait for everyone else to get here and I’ll tell you everything.”

Grumbling under my breath, I sat down and stared at him. I hadn’t broken eye contact with him the entire five minutes it took for everyone else to pile into the room.

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