Throwing Tiny’s legs over my shoulders to get the angle I want; I deepen my thrusts as I fuck my woman with a ruthless speed. I take out all of my pent-up stress, that I’d been holding in, out on her body. I may have been fuckin’ Tiny since we started but nothing like this.
Thrusting into Tiny’s pussy, I break the kiss, panting for breath. Meeting her gaze, I thrust even harder into her.
Sweat begins to build on my forehead as my orgasm starts to build. At the same time, Tiny’s nails sink into my back as her pussy begins to tighten around my dick.
“Fuck, Sloane. Come on my dick,” I order knowing what being told what to do will do to her.
Screaming my name, she clamps down on my dick pulling my orgasm from me all at the same time. I roar her name as I spurt every last drop of my come into her.
“Darren,” she murmurs, breathlessly and fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch ready for another round.
“I fuckin’ love you, Sloane. Don’t you ever doubt that,” I rasp before pulling out of her. Groaning I sit back on my still jean clad legs and stare down between us.
Fuck me, we didn’t use a condom. “Uhh, baby, I never asked and it’s pretty shitty to be asking now after being inside you, but are you on birth control?” I’m betting I already know the answer to that question; however, I need confirmation on it.
“Umm, I was on the shot for a while. But I haven’t had one since being here and I was due for one right after I moved here,” she says, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Damn, baby, don’t do that. I’ll end up fuckin’ you all over again. You don’t know what nibbling on your lip does to me.” I groan as I stand up. “We have two options, Bitsy. Either go get a Plan B pill or we wait to see if you get pregnant. If we go get the pill, I won’t be pissed. Just means you're not ready and we’ll use condoms until we can get you on birth control. Now if you want to wait and see, then I don’t want to use condoms anymore. Feeling your pussy bare felt too damn good to give up.”
“Umm, I really like not having a barrier between us,” she murmurs with a smile.
“Plan B?” I ask.
“I don’t believe in it.” Fuckin’ hell. Can she get any more perfect for me than she already is?
Chapter Sixteen
Tiny
Holy mother of all flying monkeys in the sky.
This guy knows just how to make everything better. Okay I’ll rephrase that. His dick makes everything better with blissful orgasms that relax me.
After the first one of the night, during our heart to heart, we stripped down completely. Pulling me with him, Chains drew a shower for us. He then proceeded to toy with my pussy and make me come twice before he took me against the shower wall.
Now lying in his arms, I feel lighter than I think I ever have, however, we still have a lot to talk about.
“Who’s Deanna?” I ask, my fingers trailing designs along his muscular chest.
Sighing, Chains sits up and leans against the headboard. “Deanna was my best friend growing up. As we got older, I thought she was the one for me. I couldn’t have been more wrong with that one.”
“Right after high school, Deanna married the man who killed my parents. I wanted to rip his throat out when I realized that’s who she was marrying. I’d started to make plans to rescue her from the life she was doomed for. However, she didn’t want to be rescued. Deanna was power hungry and decided being Delano’s queen she’d be able to do what she wanted.”
“Hell, the bitchhonestly thought she could have me as her side piece. That didn’t work out too well for her. After Delano found out her little plan, thanks to one of her supposed friends, he killed the informant right in front of Deanna to prove to her she wasn’t to be with anyone but him. So she’d turned into not just a power hungry bitch, she became a psychopath killing people when she felt like it, stealing women and young girls off the streets to make them slaves in either one of her brothels or to be sold.”
“Wow, that’s just wow. I can’t even think of the words to describe what I think of that,” I say, sitting up to look at Chains.
“Nothing to say about it, Bitsy, the bitch is a fuckin’ lunatic. Reason I didn’t want her to see you is because I don’t want her to do anything to you.”
My heart skips a beat at his statement. Well more along the lines of the torment that seems to be swirling in his gaze.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I murmur, lifting a hand to touch the scruff on his face.
“You don’t know that, Sloane,” he mutters, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “My parents died at the hands of Deanna’s husband. She’s had years to learn from him. Fuck, in my opinion she’s sicker than he is. I’ve seen what she does and it’s not pretty.”
“I can know that, you know why?”
“Why?” Meeting my gaze, Chains, seems to be getting agitated.
“Because I trust you, Chains. I’m not going to do anything without you and it’s not like I leave the clubhouse except for that one time.”
“That’s going to change, baby, you should be going out, shopping, making friends, and what not,” he argues.
“But I’m happy with the way things are now. If and when I’m ready to go out again, I know I can talk to you.” Smiling, I straddle his hips. “Besides, I’m not going to let that bitch or anyone
