Page 7 of Madame Mayhem

“I love you, Fi. I can’t do this thing without you.” He’s making my heart jittery, but in a good way. “You keep me sane and sometimes a little insane. I like both.” I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Same. I don’t wanna be anywhere else. I know it’s probably not the best thing to say… I wish for my father to come back every day now. I don’t like how shit went down, but I wouldn’t change meeting you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I wish Cro was here too. Life’s a bitch like that,” he says softly.

“Sure is, but this bitch is here with you to stay. Got it?” I let the words float in his ear, a quiet whisper, my hungry lips nibbling at the bottom of his earlobe. I lick it and his eyes narrow sideways with a grin. I’ve got to him, unhinged the rage some.

“Hmmm, Fi, you know right where to touch me.” He’s practically purring. I smile from ear to ear. His hand roams the length of my fired-up body resting on my ass. He cups it, taking a firm handful, bringing me closer to his hard cock. I moan, the slippery slide between my legs increasing. Slash being inside me is a supreme pleasure that ignites me from the inside out. I pant a little not ashamed to how lust driven I feel. The muted scent of aftershave mixed with his body heat envelops me as his lips plow into mine. He’s parting my flaming mouth wide open, diving in for the major prize; my tongue. His mouth combined with mine is a sea of flames and I want to burn to a crisp.

We’re lost in one another and if one of the guys opened the door I wouldn’t notice. I’m too deep in the fever of our love. Slash’s deft hands are everywhere over my body. The same hands I’ve watched oil change his and all the other bikes. Cock a gun and insert inside me. Fuck yeah. He’s changed positions so quickly I don’t even know how or when he does it. I don’t care.

Let it ride. Wherever Slash wants to take me I gotta go to. My hands are above my head, and he has me pinned to the door, breathless, wondering what he’s gonna do to me. I shut my eyes, my back hitting the door frame as he gets over excited.

Grinning and licking my lips, I wriggle to get out of the soft hold he has on me. It’s gentle - playful, but I don’t mind if he’s a little rough. I like him just like he is. This cauldron of fire. I have it buried inside, but it’s rising, and I can’t contain it. Nor do I want to. I can match his intensity. “Ha,” I grin. “Catch me if you can bad boy.” I don’t make it too hard for him. I don’t want too long away from his touch. He grips my hips pulling me back into him. His hot blooded lips glide over that soft crease between my neck and my shoulder, waves of hot shivers flowing like lava through me. His bristles adding to the erotic sensations. I can’t wait to feel them on my pussy.

“Did I hurt you, Fi? I never mean to hurt you,” he breathes in a rough tone.

“No. I like it.” I buck against him, giving him my seductive eyes. He’s still got my arms pinned, but his face is not even an inch from mine. I push my head forward, sipping his sinful, angry mouth.Yes.This is what delirium tastes like. I bite. Not enough to draw blood on his bottom lip, but enough so he can feel a little sweet pain.

“Fi,” he calls out, groaning, pressing me harder into the hidden thickness of his cock. “Feel what I got for you, baby. Feel that shit? Want some baby?” I’m panting, dying from the pressure pipes daring to burst inside of me. “Huh? You feel that?” He growls, his voice making me even wetter.

His nose is buried in my hair, somewhere there. His hands are cupped around my breasts, squeezing, testing my erect nipples.

I cry out. It’s the heat. The heat never stops for us. It’s not soft or tender, it’s passion. We ignite one another. “I feel it, and I want it all. Give it to me Slash.”

“Step on my feet.” He stumps me for a minute, and I look at him strangely, breaking out of the lust. “Do it,” he commands. I put my feet on top of his as he presses me into him, flipping me around, walking me down to the bed. Now I get it. We’re having a little fun. He’s got a loud smirk on his face. So enticing.My Slash. He’s all kinds of things and I like it. I like him to be all these things.

He stops bedside, his masculine aroma enveloping the room. I tug at his belt buckle his shirt coming over his head. Still with the smirk and the dark muss of hair hanging over his dark eyes. I walk my greedy hands over his rippled abdominals. Feels good to touch him this way. I drop them back down to his pants, ripping off the belt. I make quick work of his zipper, dropping it to the ground. What I’m faced with is a nice, fat bulge of cock. I let him spring free, placing my hot, wide mouth around his girth. His hands sift through my hair as I suck and lick.

“Fi, you’re gonna set me on fire. You can’t do this to me. I won’t make it.”

I slide my mouth back, letting my teeth graze the top of his sensitive skin. “Yes, I can. I can pull back in time. Trust me.”

“Baby,” he says, his eyes wide, but I have to have him this way. It’s my way, and it’s not against my will this time. I wrap my hand around his base and suck him like a lollipop, swishing my tongue around him. I can hear him panting, gasping for air as he thrusts forward in desperation. Right when I know he’s on the brink, his eyes shut so tight I can see the creases I release him from the luscious torture of my lips.

I slow down adjusting my jaw, loving having him in my mouth. I can feel him inside. He kicks off his pants, his cock standing upright as I wiggle out of my panties. He catches the tail end, swinging them around his fingers to the floor. I giggle, heat flushing through my system. His forearms ripple, probably from many years riding his bike. The sinews twisting and turning as he hovers over me. I slip my hand behind, unclasping my bra. He flips it to the side, his cross metal touching the tip of my nipple.

I’m not a religious person, but Slash and I are gonna need to sit in the church pulpit a time or two for the sins we’re about to commit. Even the cool of the metal lights me on fire from the inside out. His scorchy, bad-ass mouth tastes mine, ploughing a field. He’s kissing me so deep it’s hitting the back of my tonsils. I wrap my legs around him like an anaconda.

“Bring it on Slash. Cut me up on the inside,” I growl.

“You’re so wild Fi. So sexy,” he says, but he’s not crazy with it. He parts my legs, rubbing along my pelvic bone, finding the center. “So hot in here, baby. I got you, hold on.”

His cross dangles in the light. Slash’s tip hits my pussy right, one thrust, another, driving into me, giving me hope. Sending me. Sending me to another planet, somewhere far from here. Away from the hurt and misery of the past. He’s taking me to this place where we’re the only two people that exist in our bubble. It’s pretty sweet there. Sweat drips in a trickle from his cross as Slash tries to hold on. I can’t make it like him. I have to come. There’s too much build up internally. I drop open as one of his thrusts hits my clit, spilling me over the edge to orgasm.

My body’s pulsing, catapulting, involuntary waves of pleasure drifting through. He’s panting, grasping for air. I feel him thicken, ready, and with one last grunt he orgasms.

“Fiiiii!” He breathes, unleashing with a drowsy groan. I smile, knowing I’ve lifted some of his pain. He’s satisfied, I’m satisfied, but only temporarily. The true satisfaction will come when I end the old chapters of Bull’s stale, evil life.

Slash falls on his back, a layer of sweat lining his stomach. I laugh hysterically because the way Slash makes me feel is phenomenal. “Wow.” I mouth the words, throwing back a hand on his chest. “Think you can keep that up?”

Slash chuckles, fingering my hair. “I don’t know… the way you make me feel though Fi, maybe I can,” he ponders.

“It’s got me thinking about things.”

“What things?” Slash’s breathing slows as I watch his chest rise and fall.

“Bull. How to do it.”

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