“Roll over,” She whispered.
I thrust once more, then gently rolled over, maintaining my connection as my goddess now sat upon me, legs astride, riding my stiff cock. Up and down, she moved. My hands instinctively slid up to her thighs and stomach, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples. I watched in awe as she took from me what she needed. Her hand resting behind her on my thigh, the other sliding in between my legs, caressing my scrotum. I slid a hand down to her crotch, pressuring her clit again with circular motions.
Her movements' pace increased as I grasped her hips, taking more control as I thrust harder.
“Fuck baby,” I groaned in a forceful, passionate voice. My woman was wanton, needy, taking from me everything she desired. I was held captive in her ministrations, helpless to do anything as I watched her come undone. She was amazing and all mine.
“Turn around, baby,” I ground out, watching her body move up and down on my cock.
She did her best to comply, twisting slowly on my dick counterclockwise until she was riding me backwards, her hands on my now bent knees. I gripped her hips tightly, holding her firmly down on me. God, my woman, was amazing as I lifted her hips and slowly lowering her back down on my cock. I would never tire of seeing her open pussy move up and down on my cock. Her luscious soft ass wiggling as she picked up speed. Her tight rosebud, just aching for me to take it someday, and I would. I had lots of plans for my woman’s ass.
Moving again, I swiftly withdrew and climbed behind her, wasting no time before slamming back into her tight heat. Fuck, she was so wet as her cunt sucked me deep into her hot pussy. I began thrusting all the way in and nearly all the way out in slow, deliberate motions. A shockwave of excitement rippled through me as I felt the true power of my desire. I let out a low moan, excited by the sight of my own cock sliding in and out of her. Attempting to add to my pleasure, I growled as she squeezed her muscles tightly around me as I pushed inward, releasing as I pulled outward.
Sweat beaded on my skin as my rhythm quickened. I pushed harder and deeper into her.
Ari groaned uncontrollably.
Fast and faster, I pumped, more desperate, more animalistic as my woman gripped the covers to prevent being shoved off the bed from my nearly violent pounding.
When she cried out, ‘harder,’ I wasted no time giving her what she needed. Her body was on fire inside as my thrusts became even more robust. Her breathing was so loud and profound, I knew she was close. I could feel her cunt tighten around me, choking my dick as I pumped furiously into her, when she erupted in ecstasy, screaming out my name, “Balthazar!”
With one final thrust, I exploded inside her with indiscernible syllables of breathlessness escaping my lips.
Collapsing on top of her, I rolled to the side, taking her with me. My cock was still pulsing inside her as I held her body tight against mine. I never wanted to leave her. As her breathing began to relax, I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breast in my hands. She softly moaned, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I was finally home.
Thirty
Ghost
I woke the following day to find myself alone in bed. Groaning, I rolled over and walked to the bathroom, quickly doing my business. Turning on the shower, I jumped in under the hot spray allowing the hot water to wash away all my aches. My head was still full of shit that needed to be done, but thinking about Ari, I quickly put a smile on my face.
After quickly showering, I got dressed and left our room to go search for her. I stopped at Becca’s room to find her too also gone. Looking at my watch, I noted the time and sighed. It was still early. Wondering where they both were, I headed downstairs to find the clubhouse slowly waking up. Brothers were milling around groggily while drinking coffee.
“Bout time you fucking woke up,” Chains said seriously, walking towards me. He was too much before coffee. Deflecting whatever was bugging him, I asked, “Where are Becca and Ari?”
“In the kitchen,” he stated. “We need to talk.”
Ignoring him, I headed towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Shamrock, who looked too damn serious. Whatever was going on with him, I desperately needed coffee first. “Whatever the problem is, it can wait. I need a cup of coffee.” I said, ignoring him.
“Ghost, it’s Bullseye.”
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turned and asked. “What happened?”
“We’re gathering in church now. You better come.”
Nodding, I headed that way. My coffee was already forgotten.
I walked into church to find several of the brothers already there, waiting. But what shocked me the most was seeing Matrix. That fucker never left his cave, yet there he was, sitting at the table as if he never left.
“Tell me you left that evil fucking cat at home, Matrix,” I asked, sitting down.
“You leave Sophia alone. She’s just temperamental.”
“Whatever,” I sighed, not seeing my youngest brother, and asked, “Where is Shadow?”
“Couldn’t find him,” Shamrock said.
“What happened?” I asked, getting down to the crux of the matter.