He loved watching Beth come, knowing he’d brought her there.
Her eyes lolled back in her head as she submitted completely. Her lips were red and swollen, and the sounds she made likely carried down the hallway. The entire club would know she’d been claimed by him tonight. By the time she focused on him again, he was poised between her legs. He ran the head of his cock up and down her virgin slit, coating himself in her overflow of juices. She was still hypersensitive from her orgasm, and her tits jiggled each time she jolted away from his touch. He could play with her all day—so fucking edible.
“Forge…”
“You’re ready for me now, baby. Nice and ripe. Relax, just like that. I don’t want to hurt you.” He lowered his weight onto one elbow and carefully pushed the head of his dick inside her pussy. She hissed as he pressed in, inch after thick inch. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, but she didn’t tell him to stop. He loved the sting.
He’d never popped a cherry. She was fucking tight. It would be an effort to last long enough for her to come a second time. She squeezed his dick as he slid deeper. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.
r /> “Am I hurting you?”
“You’re so big. I’ve never felt so full.”
“You okay?”
She only nodded, her eyes closed as she accepted all of him. He kept still once fully seated, marveling at the fact he’d just claimed his woman. All he wanted was one—her.
He felt as she tested her inner muscles around his length, squeezing the shit out of him. “Stop teasing, baby. I’m barely keeping control.”
“I never asked you to keep control. I kind of like it when you’re a little bad. Sometimes it’s good to be selfish.”
Forge growled. “You’ll be the death of me.” He pulled out, carefully, then pushed back in. She was hot, slick, and addicting. Over and over, he pistoned in and out of her tight little cunt, keeping a slow, steady pace.
“More…”
Once she started squirming and whining, he knew she needed a proper fucking. “Hold on now. I’ve had enough of playing nice.” He picked up his rhythm, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his body. He wanted her screaming, begging, never forgetting the day he took her virginity. Not because he’d stolen it, but because she gave it to him willingly. He’d never forget the magnitude of the gift she’d given him. Nobody had ever thought much of him. He felt undeserving of such an honor, but he’d spend the rest of his life proving she’d chosen well. He may not have a fancy degree or title attached to his name, but he’d die for her. He’d already killed for her.
She’d never have to doubt his loyalty. He’d never breathe another woman’s name again. In fact, all the club pussy knew to look the other way since Beth came into his life.
The bed rocked, the wooden frame clapping against the drywall. He rammed into her fast and deep. She squealed and moaned like a woman possessed. He loved the sound of it. “Take it all, nice and deep.”
“Oh God, Forge.”
The sound of his name on her lips brought him dangerously close. “Let it go, Beth. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He reached around all those soft curves and ran the tip of his finger around her tight little anus, pressing in a bit. As if on command, she screamed his name, her entire body jerking as her release scattered through her body. On and on, her orgasm lingered, milking his cock.
Forge let go with a satisfied groan, filling Beth with his seed, hoping one of them would take root and fill her with his first child. An heir, a family—it was all surreal. A wave of deadly possessiveness briefly blackened his thoughts. If the boys thought he was obsessed with Beth before, he’d just became lethal.
He lay beside her as they both fought to catch their breath. It was done. He’d never denied himself before, but this was worth it. He’d taken her virginity, marked her for forever as his.
“How you feeling?” He brushed some stray hairs from her face.
She didn’t answer, and he started to worry. Beth rolled to her side and traced the tattoos on his chest with her fingertip. “I feel different and the same. It’s hard to explain.”
“Try me.”
“You’re right, I’m a bit sore.” She smiled. “Nothing as bad as I imagined. I know I’m a woman, but today I really feel like one.” She swallowed hard, looking away from his face. “I feel connected to you now. On a different level. You probably don’t feel anything like it since you’ve been with other—”
“Stop right there, Beth.” Forge lifted up onto one elbow as they faced each other on the bed. He forced her to look at him. “I don’t give a fuck about any women from my past. They were fast pussy, nothing more. You, you’re everything to me, understand? What we just shared meant more to me than you can ever imagine. Before the club, I was a scrap. I had nobody to rely on, no one to give a shit. You just gave me a precious part of yourself. I don’t take any of this lightly.”
He leaned away to grab his gift from his night side table, then returned to face her. He held his closed fist out between them.
“What?”
“Open it.”
She smirked and tried to open his fingers, failing miserably, despite her struggle. After watching her for a while, mesmerized by how fucking adorable she was, he released his fingers. Her mouth parted as she looked into his hand.
“What is this?”