Page 108 of Blue

“Please,” she whined.

“Property of Mooky,” he whispered against her breast before he ran his teeth along her nipple.

“Ahh,” she gasped at the feeling of not only his teeth but his thumb against her clit and two fingers pushing into her pussy. She bucked, trying to get more, more fingers, more friction, more pressure, just more of him.

Wrong times, right times, all times, no times, times, their times, fuck times. This was their time, and right now it was cumming time.

If he would just… “Holy fucking Jesus Christ balls,” she gasped when he curled his fingers upward and bit again. Mooky varied the pressure on her clit with the wiggling of his fingers buried deep within her sex. Blue was no longer a person who thought clearly. She’d become nothing more than an exposed nerve, and he was intent on flicking it incessantly.

“Cum for me, gorgeous,” he demanded as he worked a third finger deep inside her. “Cum for me, Dakota.”

Back and forth then, circles, kisses along her jawline, nips to her neck, and then it happened. Her body tightened as she saw flashes of white. This had to be the feeling of riding unicorns on a rainbow. Her orgasm racked her body liked a magnitude eight earthquake.

He wrapped his hands around her thighs, tugged her down, and rested the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance.

Panting wildly, greedy for more, she rolled her hips, practically begging him.

Quivering in need, she made eye contact with him just before he filled her. She screamed with his first thrust. His chest over hers, the stubble prickled her skin in the most delicious of ways.

His arms were on either side of her head, and if she could fully focus, she would have seen his eyes on hers. However, all she could do was feel his cock driving deep inside her, shoving her orgasm longer and harder.

“Mooky!” she whined as he relentlessly pummeled her pussy.

“Mine,” he growled on his inward drive. “All. Mine.”

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything but sense everything overwhelming her system at one time. She’d never felt like she’d blown a fuse before. Was that even possible? Could a brain blow a fuse? Hers was about to. She wanted to.

Now, she truly understood the hype about being an ol’ lady, and she was fucking one of them.

CHAPTER 37

Mooky

Breakfast sex. Shower sex after. A nap. With her vest on and with her vest off. Either way, Blue looked absolutely fucking amazing in his bed, in his room, in his house. By far, she was a fixture he wanted permanently in his home.

Mooky woke a few minutes ago with her tucked against his side. Soft, lazy snores escaped from her, so he did his best not to disturb her. Gently as he could, he brushed some of her green and blue hued strands away from her face to get a better view of her profile. He adored everything about her. Especially observing her when she slept.

Rays from the afternoon sun shone through a break in the curtains of his bedroom window. A sunbeam danced across her features, highlighting her cheekbones, the curve of her nose, and the plumpness of her lips. She’d cleaned her makeup from her features, allowing him to gaze upon her raw beauty. As he admired her, his mind wandered to the conversation they had the previous night and how she’d called their time the wrong time.

“Nothing has ever felt this right,” he murmured to her before scrunching his body as best he could to press his lips to her forehead.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed when he pulled back, resuming his previous position to study her.

Her natural lashes fluttered before she revealed marvelous hazel eyes laced with sleep. She brought her hand up and wiped at one of them before groaning and shifting against him. Ugh, she was absolutely sinful when she wanted to be and sometimes accidentally too.

“As much as I’d love to spend all day sexing you up,” he teased. He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her against his chest. “We have to go to the clubhouse to make this officially official with the club.”

She chuckled. “I don’t think my lady bits could take anymore,” she admitted before she nuzzled against him.

After he’d rolled onto his back, she rested her head on his shoulder. He loved having her draped over him.

“When you say officially official,” she paused, and he could feel the tension tightening her muscles. “Is there—could it not—is it possible?”

“Shhh,” He hushed as he stroked her hair. “Baby, no.” He shook his head and hugged her tighter. One more kiss on her forehead. “I just need to let the club know you’re my ol’ lady.”

He didn’t want to worry her more than she needed to be. He doubted there’d be anyone who would refute his claim to her. He’d fucking shoot them right there at church. It’d make no goddamn sense if anyone did. So, he wasn’t concerned.

Sure, someonecoulddeny it. They’d take a vote, and someonecouldblock it, but for what fucking reason? She didn’t need to concern herself with shit that wouldn’t occur. He’d only seen it happen fucking once, and from how shit went down, it was the right call. The woman hadn’t wanted to bethatbrother’s ol’ lady.

---