Viking and Smoke took off for West Virginia. I’m ready to leave fuckin’ Wilmington too.
I left Karma back at the room to talk with a detective. Rosie and Static took off to pack her shit and load her car down. He seems to have a sweet spot for the chick. The man is a bit of an asshole but he’s growing on me.
I have this dull ache in my chest that I can’t seem to rid myself of whenever I look at Karma or think about her. I know she did what she thought she had to. I can’t begrudge her that and yet I don’t want to forgive the act either. It’s fucked. All I want to do is hold her down and fuck her over and over again until I know she’s knocked up with my kid. Prove to her…to the world that she’s mine and she’ll always be mine. That nothing or no one will come between us.
I stare at the ocean as these thoughts consume me and my chest continues to ache. My heart squeezes tight as I wish I could change things. Go back to the night she was taken and choose differently. Called Link or anyone else for that matter to deal with Zoe’s bullshit.
She’s not my responsibility but I care about her and her girls. Even though she played me.
The sand kicks up around me and Karma drops her ass next to mine, looping her arm with mine. Her head goes to my shoulder and that dull ache seems to fade at her touch.
“How’d it go?”
“It went. They know I didn’t kill Gia or Archer. Both were seen alive after our fight. And they were murdered sometime between the hours when I left and returned to the house with Rosie. She still needs to give them a statement, but I think they were satisfied with what they got from me.”
“So it’s over? No more enemies waiting to kidnap you.” I chuckle and she slaps my chest.
“Rude.”
I grip her chin and those pretty sky-blue eyes lock on mine. My heartbeat thunders in my chest. I can’t stay angry with her as much as my head may want to. I love this woman and I’ll do anything to keep her. I claim her mouth, taking my time, kissing her soft and slow, savoring the taste of her.
Fuck. A few days without her sweet pussy and I’m dying inside. The urge to paint every inch of her skin with my love is about to consume me like a wildfire ready to burn me from the inside out. The flames of desire courses through me demanding a release. Demanding I take what’s mine. I could fuck her right here on the beach and not care who sees my naked ass.
Slipping a hand up under her shirt I cup one of her tits and tweak her nipple till it hardens under my touch. She pants into my mouth as I continue to kiss and tease her.
“We should probably take this to the room.”
“That what you want, darlin’? Want me to take you to our room and fill that pretty pussy up?”
“Yeah, Hound. I want you to do whatever you want.”
“Harder. Fuck. Ah.” Karma pants as I drive into her from behind, pulling her hair and slapping her ass. My handprint marks both cheeks. Glowing and red. The imprint of my teeth bruises her shoulder. I’ve used her hard and yet she begs for more. Greedily chasing an orgasm and eager to please me. Her muscles squeeze my cock tighter with every thrust.
I booked our room a few extra days. Said Karma had some more shit to sort here when really, I only want a few uninterrupted days of fucking her brains out. I meant what I said. I know what I want. I’m not taking no for an answer. I want Karma pregnant.
“Roll over,” I demand. I read some shit about certain positions being better for knocking a woman up.
Like a good girl she goes to her back and tilts her hips, getting with the program.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I curl my arms under her knees, lifting them over my hips giving me the perfect angle.
I glide my cock in and out of her tight hole, watching my dick slide in and out her slick heat.
Fuck me. Her pussy is dripping. Soaking the damn sheets, she’s so primed and ready.
We’ve been making love in every which way all over this damn room. In the shower. On the table. The floor. Against the damn door. Bent over the table. I’d fuck her on the ceiling if I could.
I fuck her rough. Our bodies slap together as sweat pools in the crack of my damn ass.
Her hand dives down between us to work her clit.
Those sky-blue eyes never leave mine. Karma’s body jolts, her warmth washing over me as she comes hard. I slow my movement enjoying the feel of her as she rides the wave of pleasure. I lean in and capture her mouth, kissing her hot and wild, swallowing her moans as I build the tempo to make her come again and again. She’s what gets me high.
I’m lost to her.
Owned by her.
I awaken to Karma’s mouth suctioning around me. I’ve created a sex crazed demon. Not complaining though. We’ve had two weeks of bliss since we returned to West Virginia. Rosie took a room at the clubhouse to give us some privacy. Sandman has been staying with Bianca and Holy and Hazel have been taking care of She-Ra for me. No calls. No trouble. No danger looming. Just us and our love. My woman takes me to the back of her throat.
I lazily watch my cock disappear between her lips.
Taking me in her mouth gets her worked up fast. Soon as she has me good and hard, she’s moving from her spot between my legs to straddle my hips. Her cunt sinks down on my dick like a perfect fit. She bounces on my thighs, riding me hard and steady. Her perfect tits flop with her efforts and I capture a nipple in my mouth and suck. Throwing her head back she comes fast. Barely got inside her and she’s exploding all over my cock.
Wrapping a palm around her throat I slow her pace forcing her to fuck me slow. Her hips roll as I thrust upward. Yeah. She likes my hand on her neck.