She tugged the shirt over her head, revealing a pretty white lace bra, covering her tits. He slid the jeans down his thighs, kicking out of them until he stood in his boxer shorts. Wrapping his fingers around the length of his cock, he stared at her as she stood in her sexy yet innocent underwear.
“Don’t move,” he said, stepping over their small pile of clothes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved up to flick the catch that held her bra.
Whizz had her completely naked within seconds. Before she had time to say a word, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He loved her large, ripe tits. They always looked ready to be sucked and nibbled.
She spoke his name on a moan. Licking a path between her cleavage, he started to circle the other bud, lavishing each tit with his tongue. Lacey sank her fingers into his hair, gripping the length. He moved his hands down to cup her ass. Squeezing the generous mounds, he let out a groan as his woman filled his hands. Fuck, he wanted inside her, needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his cock.
Leaving her breast, he stood to claim her mouth. He led her back onto the bed. She didn’t have any choice but to move further into the center.
“I’m not going to go easy on you this time, Lacey. This time I’m going to fuck you until I fill you with my cum.”
Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She opened her thighs wide. Gripping his cock, he ran the tip through her creamy slit, groaning at how wet she actually was. He’d not taken the time to get her ready, but she was.
“Beg me, Lacey.”
“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She did exactly as he asked.
He aligned the tip of his cock at her entrance and slowly fed her his shaft. When the tip was inside, he returned his grip to her waist. Staring into her intense green eyes, he slammed to the hilt, going as deep as he could within her core.
“Fuck, Lacey. You’re so tight.” He pulled out of her only to ram back in.
She gripped his arms. Her nails dug into the flesh. He liked the pain she created with her passion.
“That’s it, baby, show me how much you love my cock.”
Lacey cried out his name as he pulled out only to slam back inside. For several thrusts he didn’t give her a chance to grow accustomed to his length. He fucked her long and hard, making her take as much of him as he wanted to give her.
Whizz wanted her at his mercy. Grabbing her hands, he pressed them above her head.
“I’m the one in control here. Not you.” He kissed her lips, nipping at her bottom lip. Whizz moved down to suck on her neck. He wanted his mark all over her body for everyone to see who she belonged to. “Who owns you, Lacey?”
“You do.” She screamed the words out as he leaned down, sucking in her nipple. He bit the hard bud, flicking the tip with his tongue. Whizz moved onto the next one at the same time as he fucked hard into her aching, wet cunt. She was all his. Whizz would never harm her or let her go.
“That’s right, baby. I own you. This body is mine, to fuck, to love, to fill with my cum.”
She arched up to meet each of his thrusts.
There was no way he was going to last. The tightness of her pussy drove him to the edge of pleasure. He couldn’t hold off his release. Sliding one of his hands between them, he stroked her swollen clit. “Come all over my cock, Lacey.”
Her eyes grew wide as he pounded inside her at the same time as stroking her nub. “I can’t,” she said, groaning.
Whizz wouldn’t accept that for an answer. He pinched her clit, driving to the hilt within her body. “Come for me, Lacey.” He stopped inside her but continued to stroke her clit. “I can do this all night.” The need to come was strong, but he’d hold it off for as long as he needed to. He was thirty-three years old and had a hell of a lot more stamina about him than a fucking schoolboy.
“Please,” she said, begging.
“Come for me, Lacey. Let me feel all that cream sliding around my cock. Then I’ll fuck you.”
He teased her clit, watching her slowly unravel in his arms. Whizz nipped at her lips, moving down to kiss her neck, sucking on her tender flesh.
Her stomach quivered, and within seconds she was writhing in pleasure underneath him. Whizz worked the orgasm that he wanted from her body. Slowly, he started to slide his cock in and out of her. He kept up playing with her clit as he loved the sweet sounds that came from her.
When he couldn’t stand the slow pace much longer, he gripped her hips and slammed home. She thrust her pelvis up to meet him. Taking possession of her lips, he loved her hard, coming just as hard inside her. His milky cum filled her pussy. For a split second he thought about the babies they’d never make. His heart ached for her, but he knew he’d spend the rest of his life making sure she would get exactly what she wanted, what she needed to complete her. He would make sure she had a family of her own.
Whizz collapsed over her, feeling her heart race against his own. He didn’t pull out of her right away. They were connected as one, like they were always supposed to be.
“That was amazing,” she said.
He traced the outline of her lips, loving the plump flesh. “It’s going to be like that all the time.”
She cupped his cheek. “I love you, Whizz. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. I’m not going to hold your past life against you. If you hadn’t been with your club, you wouldn’t have come to Fort Wills and saved me. I needed saving, Lacey.”
There was no escaping the truth. Lacey had saved him. Before she came along he had been merely an empty shell who ate, worked out, and worked. There was nothing to his life, no excitement, just fear. The fear of his nightmares, the fear of going out and not coming back home. He’d lived with the fear, keeping it to himself without giving anything away to The Skulls.
The one thing he could never risk was losing Lacey. She gave him a reason for living, a reason to breathe.
****
He always knew how to say the right thing to bring tears to her eyes. Lacey stared up into his dark gaze. The love she felt for him made her nervous at times. She’d never felt this connected to another person in all her life. This wasn’t about his cock inside her pussy. This was about something more. She’d not felt like this when she was around Dalton. The only time she’d felt this alive was with Whizz. He completed her.
All of her life she’d been consumed by the pain. The pain of being unable to carry children, to let another man touch her. The memories at times dragged her down, making it hard to breathe. Then Whizz came into her life and she found herself wishing for the tomorrows with him inside them. She didn’t want to live her life without him there.