I’d tear a hole in those pants and fuck her right here, right now, in front of all my brothers and I didn’t give a shit who watched. My cock was pulsing with need and I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until my dick was buried all the way to the base, fucking her hard and fast.
“Oh, Bodie.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I replied with a growl, lifting her up as she straddled my hips and I stood while her legs wrapped around my waist, carrying her so fast that I barely heard the catcalls and lewd comments tossed our way.
My door was slammed shut behind us and then I had her on the bed, flat on her back as I reached for those yoga pants and ripped them at the center of her crotch and outward until all I could see was that sexy fuckin’ pussy bared for my eyes only. She didn’t have on any panties and I groaned with need, sinking onto my stomach as I rested against the mattress.
My fingers spread her silky lips apart as I gazed at her with open hunger, leaning in to inhale that delicious, intoxicating scent that was all female, sex, and honey. My tongue swiped at her core, licking at her gently at first and then more thoroughly, turned on by the little gasps and moans that kept leaving her sensual little mouth. My teeth lightly nibbled on her clit and then tugged on the little nub until she squirmed as two of my fingers slid into her slick, tight hole and pumped in and out, riding the rhythm she set as her hips bucked and she came, crying out my name.
That did
n’t take long. This woman was full of need and I was going to make sure I filled her until she couldn’t take anymore.
“I need you bare,” I grunted, shoving my jeans down as I kicked them off, my cock springing forward in eager anticipation.
“Fuck.” Her eyes widened. “You’re so thick and big,” she murmured with lust, her eyes glazed over. “I’m on the pill,” she blurted, almost as an afterthought.
I loved it when a woman appreciated my dick. Hell, she could worship my cock all she wanted. “I’m clean,” I promised, “and I want to feel you without a fuckin’ rubber.”
“Bodie,” she moaned in response.
“Tell me to fuck you, Sasha,” I ordered.
“Fuck me, Bodie. Now!”
I lifted her knees and pushed her legs up, giving plenty of room for my hips to move into place. Without hesitation, I rammed my dick inside her and buried so deep I felt my balls slap against her ass. A man possessed, I rode her hard and fast, fucking Sasha with all of the pent-up need, desire, and frustration that had built up since the moment we met. My thumbs brushed across her rose-colored nipples as they pebbled from my touch and my mouth followed sucking and licking at her tits as I continued to pump into her relentlessly.
In the back of my mind was the thought that I never fucked Suraya quite like this. I never lost myself so completely or needed to dominate quite so viciously. Maybe it was Sasha’s personality that brought out this side in me and unleashed the beast within. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t get enough.
Perhaps I just needed to fuck her and get her out of my system. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. I was fucking her with lust, need, and a deeply driven desire to tame this wild woman in every way that I could. I wanted to dominate and control her with a vicious possession that was almost frightening in its intensity.
My fingers slid to her clit and I rubbed in consistent circles, applying just enough pressure to get her off. Sasha’s body responded immediately to my touch, growing slicker as I thrust in and out. Her pussy was gripping my dick, making it hard to concentrate on her pleasure alone. I needed her to come before I lost myself in her warmth and that sweet, tight haven between her thick and sexy thighs. A man could lose himself and go to war over a pussy that addictive.
“Bodie, I’m going to . . .”
She never finished. A heartbeat later she was screaming my name, flooding my dick with her sweet, sticky essence as I increased my speed, pumping harder and faster as I felt the familiar tingle low in my spine. My balls seemed to tighten and then I let loose, filling her up as I growled, pressing my mouth to hers as I fuckin’ unloaded and came so hard I nearly lost coherent thought.
In the aftermath, her arms slid around my neck and she kissed me back, pressing her lips to mine over and over before she smiled. “That was incredible, Bodie.”
It was. Fuckin’ mind blowing. But I didn’t say it.
“You were wonderful, babe,” I replied casually, rolling off as I turned to the side and reached for a cigarette, lighting up as she frowned. It was a cold reply and we both knew it.
My head chose that moment to fuck up my heart and I didn’t know how to handle the rush of emotions that surfaced. Did I have sex for the right reasons? Or the wrong ones? Since when did I care?
The sudden tight feeling in my chest didn’t make sense.
“I see,” she replied slowly, turning on her side and facing away from me. I didn’t have to see her face to know that she was hurt by my response.
This was why I didn’t do relationships. It was why I hesitated with her sister and why I was distancing myself now. The life I led was a hard one and my past was a brutal teacher. I wouldn’t lose another woman that I loved. Never would I allow her to be in a position where Sasha could be used as leverage against me. If she wasn’t my ol’ lady, then she wasn’t at risk. My brothers would understand. Sasha was off limits. For good.
I’d keep my distance and I’d keep her protected.
Sasha was better off without Bodie Whitman, a fucked up Royal Bastard in her life.
Death was my only true companion. A Reaper didn’t need anything more.
Chapter 11 – Sasha