Page 45 of The Queen of Nightmares

Within minutes, she was throwing her head back and screaming her pleasure to the ceiling. I wanted nothing more than to grab her, turn her onto her back, and pound my hard cock into her until I released every bit of my hot come into her depths. Instead, all I could do was pant as if I’d run a fucking marathon and hope that she would take pity on my aching balls.

She scooted back until her wet pussy rested on my abs, my hard cock trapped and throbbing as she rested her face in my neck. Her hot breath coated my skin as I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. She had given me what I asked for. I wouldn’t beg her to drop her cunt down on my cock and ride me into oblivion.

I kept my eyes closed and continued to pant when she lifted her head and shifted. I felt her pussy lips slide over my cock head and had to bite my tongue to keep in my groan. It was when she angled her hips to glide up and then back down to notch the head of my dick at her entrance that I finally opened my eyes.

Her voice was husky when she whispered down to me. “You’re going to be a good boy and stay perfectly still.”

I growled at her words, every part of me wanting to retake control, but I didn’t dare move a muscle. I nearly whimpered when she glided down until I bottomed out inside of her.

“Fuck. Fuck, yes!” I finally broke, throwing back my head and shouting. It was a fight to stop from coming as her hot walls gripped me as tight as a fist. Soon, she was raising and lowering herself as she leaned back, balancing her hands on my thighs as her hair tickled my balls. I made the mistake of looking at where we were joined. Seeing my length glisten with her wetness in the lamplight as she slid up and down was more than I could take. With a primal grunt I felt deep in my chest, I was unloading every drop of come I had into her.

When my mind finally started working again, it was to see Sally leaning over me, her hands resting on the bed next to my head. She had a wicked grin on her face, and seeing her like that, I fell in love with her all over again. I would never stop falling for her.

“You were such a good boy,” she cooed.

As I growled and snapped my teeth at her throat, she giggled before moving off my softening cock and curled up against my side. I moved my good arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me.

“I love you, little Queen.”

“I love you, too, Jack Ellington.”

Epilogue - Four Months Later

SALLY

Even though it’s spring, and it still gets pretty freaking cold at night in April, the world around us had finally thawed out. To celebrate, bikers did it in the only way they knew how - with booze and fighting. And fucking, too, I was sure. Though I doubted they ever let a little ice and snow stop them from having a woman.

Jack helped me down from his big black truck, his hands sliding around to rest on my belly for a few extra long seconds as he felt his son kick against his hands with a grin. Jack rarely hid his smiles anymore. He was still the deadly cold President of the Devil’s Nightmares, but he no longer felt the need to suppress his emotions. At least when it came to his little family.

The truck was the only vehicle in The Warehouse parking lot that wasn’t on two wheels, but I thought it was pretty sweet of all the clubs to leave a spot just for us at the front of the building. I wasn’tthatbig, though Jack’s giant baby did leave me feeling like a beached whale most of the time. And to think I still had two more months to go. The obstetrician had already informed us that I would have to have a C-section due to the size of the baby. Jack had been pretty upset, but I just told him it was only one more scar. It was one that I would wear with pride.

Jack took my hand and led me over the dirt and gravel, carefully watching my every step to make sure I wouldn’t slip, trip, or fall. It had been the same way for the last few months, and as much as I loved his overprotectiveness most of the time, sometimes I just wanted to pretend that I wasn’t pregnant so he’d be rough with me again.

The doors were propped open just like they had been the last time I’d been here. It seemed like a lifetime ago when I entered this massive building for the first time. Back then, I’d been a scared little mouse, afraid of the noise and all the men that filled the place. I had wanted to hide myself from everyone, even if it had been impossible in those skimpy clothes the servers have to wear. There would be no shorts riding up my ass and tight crop tops showing far too much cleavage for me tonight. Instead, I was wearing what I hoped was a cute dress with a cardigan. I knew I was going to look ridiculous walking into a biker venue wearing a sundress, but there were only so many things I could wear these days that didn’t include giant sweatpants and one of Jack’s T-shirts.

As we walked inside, we were greeted by so many people I couldn’t keep track. I did know that the President of the Black Wolves tried to touch my belly but backed off with a grin when Jack withdrew his knife from his belt. Luckily, he hadn’t pulled the same move with all the club girls who cooed over my baby bump.

It took a while to reach Jack’s designated table, which was already occupied by Doc. Shock and Barrel wandered over a few minutes later to shake hands as well as give Jack a hard time about driving a cage to fight night. Jack took their teasing good naturedly, though, flipping them off with a grin.

I snuggled into his side as the first round of drinks was brought to our table by one of the girls. I thanked Mindy and slipped her a nice tip for her trouble as she winked then walked away. We all turned when the announcer started speaking from the center of the huge ring in the middle of the concrete floor.

“Who’s ready for fight night?”

Cheers went up through the building at the commencement of the first fight night of the year. The announcer looked extremely disappointed as he shook his head, playing it up for all the bikers.

“Isaid,who’s ready for mother fucking FIGHT NIGHT?”

The yells, stomping, and banging on the tables were so loud I had to cover my ears while I laughed. The excitement was infectious, and my heart started pounding with anticipation.

The first couple of guys were called into the ring. They were young and were obviously new. I figured they were likely newly patched members trying to prove something to their clubs. I gasped when the first fight ended with the two on the ground. The one on top was pounding the one trapped on the mat so hard that blood flew, adding to the many stains that already covered the surface. As disturbing as it was, I couldn’t look away.

The fights continued the same way. Most of the fighters seemed to be evenly matched, but sometimes, someone would go in and get knocked out in the first few seconds. The poor guy was heckled so badly I felt bad for him. But when his club brothers would retrieve the loser, it was always with good natured pats on the back and a little bit of ribbing thrown in. They never left too upset, though.

Then the moment came I had been anticipating with equal parts excitement and dread. Jack’s name was called, and just like months ago, the whole room went wild. A flash of fear filled me for a moment when I thought of his broken ribs and bullet wound, but I forced myself to relax. The doctor had cleared him months ago. Since then, Jack has been lifting weights and running in an effort to get his strength and stamina back. I had been thrilled to see him able to work out again because he was the biggest fucking baby on the planet while injured.

Jack stood up from his seat and turned to look at me, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. I licked my lips as he began to take his leather cut off. He had never replaced it. There was still a bullet hole above his name and title, which made it look pretty badass if I were being honest. But the blood stains made me shiver every time I looked at them. He folded it carefully and handed it to me, which I took and immediately hugged to my chest.

The other guy he was set to fight was already in the ring, doing his best to get the crowd to back him. I wasn’t certain it was working the way he’d hoped, though. Jack pulled off his shirt from over his head, making me squeeze my thighs together at the sight. I would never get over how handsome he was. The stark black of his tattooed body just added a wild, untouchable effect to the whole package that was him. Well, untouchable to everyone but me. He welcomed my touch anytime I wanted to run my hands over him. Which I seriously was tempted to do right at that moment while his arms flexed as he handed me his shirt.

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