Page 7 of The Queen of Nightmares

I felt him shift and cracked open my eyes, not realizing I had closed them. He moved a hand from one of my thighs to slide it under my ass, then lifted the other hand to my throat. The gentle yet firm squeeze on my neck by his big tattooed hand was exactly what I needed to send me over the edge. I tilted my head back and screamed out my release, not caring at all that the entire club and all the guests at the party could hear me. Nothing mattered but Jack and what he was doing to my body.

As I came down from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, aftershocks kept sweeping through me. Jack groaned in my ear as my pussy walls kept convulsing. He let go of my throat, sliding his hand around my back, and carried me away from the wall. All I could do was hang on, panting, as he strode over to his desk, each step making his cock move inside me deliciously.

When he reached his desk, he swept out his arm, sending everything flying to the floor. He laid me on the surface and then stared down as if he were memorizing the image of me naked and panting for him. With a groan, he pulled his thick cock from my pussy. I immediately reached for him, hating the loss, but my hands met nothing but air as he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me.

With a jerk, he spread my thighs open wide. The look on his face, as he stared at me with ravenous hunger, had me whimpering as my need grew swiftly again, as if the orgasm that had nearly destroyed my sanity hadn’t just ended.

“Fuck,” he growled as he moved forward and took a long lick of my wet pussy. “I love the taste of your cunt.” He licked me again, then speared his tongue into my entrance. “Never going to stay away from this cunt again.Mine.” Then there was no more talking, just grunts coming from him and moans of pleasure from me as he ate me as if he were making up for every day that he hadn’t had a taste.

Just as I was about to come again, Jack pulled back, wiping his chin on my thigh. He stood to his feet, towering over me with his cock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. It was still glistening from being inside me, the tip practically dripping from his precome.

I tilted my head back, an invitation as my neck stretched that he took full advantage of, sliding his hand there as he slid back inside me. I moaned, feeling complete once again. I lifted my hands to grip his wrist, holding onto him like an anchor. “Jack.”

“Never again, Sally.”

I opened my eyes to meet his half-lidded gaze as he slid out slowly, then thrust in hard and fast. “Never again,” I agreed.

“Fuck! Too good. I’m going to come.Fuck.” Jack reached for my breast and pinched my nipple, giving it a hard twist that had me arching my back and my walls clenching around him. “Come with me, little Queen. I want you to squeeze my cock as I fill you up.”

I did exactly as he demanded, my whole body freezing and then convulsing as the orgasm took over. I could hear Jack grunt loudly as he pushed deep and then held still as his cock jerked inside me. He draped his body over mine, his face buried in my neck as he let the pleasure sweep through him.

Once we both came down from our orgasms, he withdrew from my body slowly. Then he gently swept me up in his arms. He walked over to the couch with me cradled against him and sat down. He held me against his chest with one arm. With the other, he swept my hair back from my face and then ran his hand over my body. His big, callused hand roamed over my back, arms, and legs, touching every part of me he could reach.

When I shivered from the chill of the room after the way my body had heated during our lovemaking, he reached over to grab the throw blanket he’d bought for me months ago. He tucked it around me, ensuring every part of me was covered. I reached up to stroke his cheek, and he leaned into my palm.

“You’re going to make a good dad, Jack.”

He stilled at my whispered words. “I’ll need you to teach me.”

I smiled at him. “You already know how. You take such good care of me. You treat Zero like he’s your baby. You won’t need me to teach you. But I’ll be here to remind you when you need me to.”

“Fuck.” He pulled me against him, burying his face in my neck again. “I don’t deserve you, Sally. I don’t deserve any of this happiness you’ve given me.” His words were muttered against my skin, hoarse and full of emotion.

“You deserve everything. Regardless of what you think, you are a good man, Jack. You take care of this town and its people. I’ve seen how everyone respects you because you treatthemwith respect. You may be gruff and appear mean, but inside, you have the heart of a true hero.” I giggled as I teased him. “You’re a marshmallow.”

He pulled his head back as he narrowed his eyes, looking menacing and dangerous, sending shivers up my spine. I grinned.

“Take it back,” he growled.

I shook my head and laughed. “Never.”

“Take it back now, woman, or you’ll regret it.” His tone would have the bravest men trembling in their boots, and they’d be wise to fear Bones, the Devil’s Nightmare President. The Nightmare King. But he was my Jack. I booped his nose.

“What will you do to me? Smoother me in kisses?”

I could see the corner of his mouth twitch and knew he was fighting back a grin. His eyes were still narrowed as he tried to glare at me, but there was a lightness there that he so rarely showed.

“Oh, no, little Queen. I’m going to do much worse than that.”

Then, all I could do was squeal as I was suddenly lifted and turned, my back meeting the cold leather of the couch. My laughter rang out as his fingers went to my sides. I writhed on the leather as he tortured me with tickles. Not an inch of me was spared as he made sure I was sorry for calling him soft. Once he was satisfied he’d taught me a lesson, he proceeded to show me how much he appreciated my words with more orgasms.

We were too engrossed in each other’s bodies and the love we were sharing to care that the bikers of The Devil’s Nightmares all grinned at each other as they listened to the laughter and chuckles coming from their President’s office. They shared knowing looks, relieved that their King and Queen were back. Then they returned to their party, doing what bikers did best.

ChapterSix

JACK

Iwoke up with a crick in my neck and my bare ass sticking to the leather of the couch in my office. I wondered at first what had woken me until I realized my woman was reaching out, half asleep. Her arm reached into nothingness beyond where I held her tight to my chest. Her arm fell heavy to the base of the couch, startling her into full wakefulness.

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