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“Shhh, there she is. Hi, Doll,” Tyson’s gentle voice pulls me out of the void, his rough hands running down my sides, over my face, his lips gently pressing soft kisses onto my eyes, my cheeks,my lips. He’s nestled between my legs, chest to chest, face to face, his weight grounding me as only he can.

“Tyson.” I gaze up at him, my eyes heavy lidded with pleasure as I search his blue depths, “Tyson, I want to feel you, all of you. I - I’m clean, and I’m on the pill. I want to feel you, just you.”

“As you wish,” He angles his hips back, his thick cock nudging my clit, sending a shiver through me. “I’m clean too, got tested the day I met you.,” He twists his hips and I feel the head of him press against me, right where I want him.

I angle myself up, wanting him, needing him inside me.

“Careful, babe, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me by not getting in me, Tyson!” I whine in frustration and try once again, this time feeling him sink in an inch or so, both of us hissing.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby.” Tyson presses his forehead to mine, his blue eyes on mine as he gently rocks into me, slowly, slowly pressing in until he’s fully seated. “Fucking perfect.”

Chapter 17

Tank

Holy fuck she’s perfect. She’s tight and wet and soft and the way she’s looking at me has my chest tightening and my balls pulled up ready to blow. I hold myself deep inside her, marveling at how well her little pussy takes me. She whines and circles her hips, my eyes rolling back into my head over how good she feels.

Her soft hands cup my face and she squeezes, hard. “You need to move,” she says through clenched teeth, “I can’t take the teasing Tyson. I need you to make love to me and fill me up.” I stare down at my (not so) innocent virgin. “MOVE!”

At her command my hips pull out and piston in hard, my balls slapping her ass and we both groan long and loud. “Yes! Like that, just like that! I want more!”

Her hands grip my ass, her nails digging in as she tries to force me in and out of her, her greedy hips thrusting up and down. I roll us onto my back, my baby wants to fuck me, then she can. She looks down at me with wide eyes. “Ride me babe. Fuck me, make love to me, use me to find your peak.” She doesn’t move so I pinch her clit, her eyelids flutter and her head rolls back on her shoulders.

Mira circles her hips, then leans forward, and back, testing the waters. Before long my blonde beauty is riding my cock like a fucking pro, her beautiful big tits bouncing, and all I can do is hold on, my hands wrapped around her soft hips, helping guide her.

“Tys, ah Tyson, I’m so close, so close,” she whines and I know I need to help her find what her hips are trying hard to seek out.

I grip the back of her neck and pull her forward, smashing her large tits between us. Gripping her ass I hold her steady as I power into her from below, fucking her harder and harder as she cries into my shoulder, letting out a guttural moan before she starts shaking, her pussy milking the cum out of my body in wave after wave of absolute ecstasy.

Our harsh breathing is all that can be heard, Mira’s whimpers lessening as the aftershocks from her pussy subside. She goes limp in my arms and I hold her to me as if she’s the most precious thing in this world. Because she is.

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“Mhpmhh, no more Doll, you’re goddamned insatiable,” I mumble, rolling to pull my woman into my arms to hopefully get a little more rest. After that first time we made love, we reached for each other three more times in the night, wanting to be closer.

“And you’re getting old.”

I spring up in bed, making sure my junk is covered. “Fuck Judge,” I look around and notice there isn’t a blonde beauty in my bed.

“She’s in the common room eating bacon. Pres wants everyone assembled.” He nods once, then stomps out of my room.

I’m gonna spank her plump ass, sneaking out of my bed like that. For a moment there my heart dropped into my ass when I realized she wasn’t there, all those old fears I had as a kid, that I wasn’t enough to keep my parents around, flooded over me for a second, and then settled because I know I’m enough for Mira. I know I am because there will never be a moment in time where I don’t provide her with all she needs to be healthy, happy and whole.

I have the quickest, coldest shower ever, pull on some clothes and make my way into the common room, my boots clomping down the hall from where I never tied them. The smell of bacon wafts my way and I can see how Mira was lured from my bed.

Reaching the mouth of the hall my gaze zeroes in on my woman, and if she can feel my eyes on her, she turns, beaming at me when she sees me. I beeline my way toward her, dropping a kiss onto her lips., “Mmmm, morning beautiful.” I lick my lips, a little salty from her breakfast.

“Morning stud!” she grins.

“You can wipe that smile off your face, letting me wake up with Judge’s ugly face in my grill.”

Her eyes go huge and then she throws back her head in laughter. “Aw, I’m sorry, I just needed food, I gotta keep up my strength you know.” She gives me a slow wink and she’s so fucking cute I press a kiss to her temple, deciding I’ll let her off the hook. This time.

Marx lets out one of his ear piercing whistles, drawing all our attention to our Pres, looking a fuckload better than he did last night.

“Last night I behaved poorly. It’s been a long time since I’ve lost a brother in arms, and last night Jimmy came fucking closebecause of a bad call on my part. We’re fucking lucky that he’s a tough son of a bitch, but I’m going to do my best to make sure we aren’t in that position again.” He looks around the room, eyes landing on every one of us. Not just my brothers, but our extended family, the Tombs, and the Landrys. “We are not a brotherhood. We are a family, each and every one of us, and we have each other’s backs. I forgot that when I freaked out and left you all hanging. I’ll never fucking do that again. I got a good talking to last night that gave me a swift kick in the ass to get my shit together. Lovely?” Marx searches the room until he finds Lovely, “Thank you.” He takes a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “And I’m sorry.”

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