I didn’t like thinking of her with another man or what could’ve happened to her, but I was glad to know she felt the same as I did, and we could have sex without a damn condom. It would be wild to find out what that was like. I’d never gone bareback.

  “We’ll find you a doctor, but right now, I want to see you, all of you. I’ve waited long enough. Sit up and let me remove these clothes. You don’t need them,” I told her bluntly.

  She pushed herself into the seated position. When she went to grab the hem of her top, I let out a growl and shook my head. “I want to unveil you. I’ve been waiting forever to see what you look like. I know my imagination doesn’t come close.”

  She smirked and held her arms in the air. “I’m all yours, but then I get to do the rest of your reveal.”

  “Be good, and we’ll see,” I answered.

  I loved her bottom lip pouting at my answer, but she kept her arms up. She wore a T-shirt she had changed into after we got home. I eased it up, though I wanted to tear it off. I took in her creamy skin. She was so blemish-free, not a scar I could see. She was a pristine canvas, and I was a covered one. We were total opposites. When I exposed her bra, I saw it was the pale pink one I had bought when I ordered her clothes after she had arrived. She’d been embarrassed that I did, but she refused to pick out more, so I did it. Her tits were lovingly encased in the silk fabric. I had to go a bit faster to get the shirt off. When it was removed, I reached behind her and undid the hooks to her bra.

  Her firm, round mounds enticed me to cup them in both hands after I tossed her bra aside. I kneaded them and then tugged on her nipples, causing her to moan. She pressed them deeper into my hands. I worked them a little harder. I wanted to gauge how rough she could take it and still enjoy my touch. Her whimper told me she was delighting in it.

  “Do you like to have these beauties sucked and bitten? Have you ever worn nipple clamps?” I asked. My mind was conjuring up so many things that we could do together.

  “I-I’ve never tried clamps, though I wondered if I’d like them. As for sucking, yes, I love it. The harder, the better, sometimes. Biting would depend on how hard you do it. If you tried to bite them off, then no.”

  I chuckled. “Mon doux bébé, I would never do that. I love how they look. I’d never mark you in any way that scarred or disfigured you. That would be sacrilegious. But if you’re sensitive and enjoy your nipples being played with, you might love clamps. Dieu, j’aime, God, I love your tits. I’ve got to have a small taste,” I muttered a moment before I lowered myself to suck one into my mouth while continuing to fondle the other.

  Her whimper changed to a low moan as I worked it. When I had her nipple rock hard, I switched sides and teased the other into a hard point. Reluctantly, I let go. Bringing her to her feet, I undid the snap and zipper of her jeans. I parted the fabric and caught sight of the panties matching her bra. I groaned, then slowly worked them over her hips. She’d gained some weight over the past few weeks. It softened her curves a smidge more. I loved it.

  I knelt to remove her jeans. She held onto my shoulder and stepped out of them. As soon as the jeans were gone, it was time to see her pussy. I pushed her legs wider. I saw the wet spot on the crotch. I inhaled and took her scent into my lungs. It was one I’d always be able to recognize. I lowered them and never took my eyes off the V formed by her legs. I let the panties fall to the floor, and she stepped out of them while I devoured the sight of her.

  Her pussy lips were plump, and the inner part was the palest pink, like her panties. She was slick with her nectar. Where that word came from, I didn’t know, but it fit her. She kept her hair down there in closely cropped curls. I wondered if she’d let me shave her or get waxed. I wanted nothing to impede her from being able to feel my mouth and teeth on her. I ran a finger along her folds. She shuddered and whimpered.

  I took my nectar-covered finger and sucked it clean. I groaned at her flavor. I’d never tasted anything close to this. Nectar was the right word. She was slightly sweet and citrusy. Unable to hold back, I buried my head between her thighs and licked.

  Lakelyn gasped, then she cried out, “Killian!”

  I went at her like a starved beast. I lapped, sucked, and ran my fingers through her folds. I nibbled on her clit and her lips. When I thrust a finger inside her, she moaned louder. I held her pressed to me with a hand on her ass. She was very snug, and her inner muscles clung to my finger. I thrust several times before working a second finger into her pussy.

  “Oh my God, if you don’t stop, I’m coming,” she wailed.

  This remark only pushed me to lave her harder and thrust faster. Less than a minute later, she cried out my name again and tugged on the hair on top of my head as she drenched my mouth and fingers in her sweetness. She contracted around me like a fist, and I eagerly cleaned her up. I’d eaten plenty of pussy over the years, but it had never been something I had to have with a woman. I knew with Lakelyn, it would be something I would crave.

  By the time she was done, her legs were shaking. I stood and lifted her by the ass onto the mattress. I would’ve pushed her to lie flat, but she grabbed my hands.

  “Did you like what I tasted like?” she asked hesitantly.

  “I fucking love it. I’ll be eating your cunt often, so I hope you enjoyed it.”

  “I adored it. I’ve never gotten off that hard, Killian. Kiss me. I want to know what I taste like.”

  I rumbled low in my throat and kissed her. She licked and nibbled all over my mouth until she had cleaned me. When she was done, I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever had a woman do. Eating her out and then having her do this had my cock ready to explode.

  “Bébé, if you don’t want me dying, take off my jeans. I’m about to be permanently injured.”

  “We can’t have that. Let me help you, my poor baby,” she murmured.

  She deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She even slid her hand on the zipper’s inner side to ensure she didn’t snag the beast in my pants. That’s when she discovered I didn’t wear underwear. They were a waste of time and more laundry. She gasped and then worked my pants down over my hips. She let go, and they dropped to my knees. I stepped out of them because she was too busy staring at my cock. I was covered in ink from my jaw to my feet, both front and back. That included my cock having a tattoo.

  I’d been drunk the night I got that one done. No matter how much ink you had or how much pain you could take, getting your cock tattooed hurt like a motherfucker. I’d gone to get it done, and Scythe had gone with me. We were almost three sheets to the wind drunk. When the guy who was to do it, who shouldn’t have when I was drunk, but was too scared to say no, asked what I wanted, Scythe said his name is Tyrant. It should be Dictator. We both cracked up and thought it was funny as hell, so I told the guy to do it, and he did. The next morning, when I was sober, it hadn’t been as funny, but there was no way I would go through a cover-up. It could’ve been a worse word.

  My cock jumped when she ran a finger down the length of me. My cock was sticking straight out, so she could clearly see the word on the top side. She traced the letters and then looked up at me.

  “Killian, that had to hurt something terrible. I must admit, I didn’t expect you to have a tattoo there, but the play on your name is clever. It makes me think of you taking control and making me do what you want.” She shivered.

  “I was drunk and let an equally drunk Scythe talk me into it. I was determined to get my cock tattooed, but had no idea with what. The next day, it was less hilarious.” I admitted.

  “I find it a turn-on, which, in the state you have me in, I don’t need, but I love it. Turn for me,” she ordered. I turned in a slow circle. When I faced her, she frowned.

  “You’re covered everywhere, but why the open spot on your lower belly? Just the last spot to fill in? What do you want to put there?”

  As she asked, her hand fisted my cock. I groaned. She slowly pumped her fist up and down my length. It was hard to think, but I croaked out the answer. I loved that she felt confident enough to touch me freely.

  “I saved it in case I would ever be lucky enough to find a woman, to find you. I doubted it, but just in case I did, I wanted to have a spot for your name. Since my chest was already covered, this was the second place I’d want it. After all, any woman I made mine would own my heart, soul, and cock.”

  I let out a tortured groan because she unexpectedly bent forward and sucked the head of my dripping cock into her mouth. It was covered in precum. She hummed, then set up a powerful suction. I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I came up on my toes. Lakelyn pumped the base again and again and then fondled my balls as she lashed my cock with her tongue.

  My hands ended up buried in her hair, and I wrapped hunks of it around my hands. She slid further down my length. As much as I wanted to let her get me off and possibly swallow my load, I wanted to come inside of her pussy more. This was our first time. I needed to know what that felt like. To fill her with my cum and watch it leak out. I let her work me for about a minute more, then I tugged on her hair and moved away. She tried to grab my hips and bring me back, but I resisted.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked hoarsely when I was free of her talented mouth.

  “Nothing is wrong. It’s damn right. So right that I can’t wait any longer. I need inside that cunt. I need to know what you feel like surrounding me without anything between us. And I want to come for our first time there, not your mouth, though I hope to do that one day soon.”

  I’d never talked to a woman this much before, during, or after sex. It was minimal talk to get her and me ready, and then we went at it. Most of the time, I did make sure she got off. However, with Lakelyn, I needed so much more. That in itself told me she was the only woman for me.

  Lakelyn stood, pulled my mouth to hers, and raised on her toes. She gave me a tongue-twisting kiss and then moved away. She was flushed and breathing slightly faster. “Killian, tell me how you want me. I want to know what your beautiful dictator feels like inside of me. I loved you in my mouth.”

  “And if I want more one day? What if I asked to take your ass? Would you let me?” I asked, though I expected her to say no. The sluts allowed it, but I didn’t see a non-club woman going for it. I could live without it, but I still asked. Maybe I should’ve waited.

  She shivered, and I searched for a look of revulsion. Instead, she flushed a deeper shade of pink. Her breathing increased, and she moaned softly.

  “God, the things you do to me. I’ve never done that or allowed a guy to do it. However, I find myself saying I’d like to try with you. I guess that means I’m truly all yours. But we’d have to build up to it, and if I say no, we stop.”

  That response, the idea of it, and her acceptance made my self-control slip. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I want you to get on the bed. I want to see what I’m doing, so let’s start with you straddling me. I’m feeling wild. I don’t want to be too rough.”

  I let her get on the bed, and I followed. I ended up sitting with my back to the headboard. My legs spread out in front of me. I helped her to straddle my thighs. My proud cock was standing tall. I swear it sensed her pussy and tried to move toward it. I gripped her waist and lifted her. She grasped my cock, making me groan, then notched the head at her slick, hot entrance. It felt like she was scalding me.

  “Watch, bébé. Watch us become one,” I ordered.

  She and I lowered our eyes, and then she sank onto me. I groaned at how snug her cunt was. I was being strangled, and I loved it. She was ready for me, as evidenced by how wet she was and the intense heat she radiated. She was moaning and whimpering.

  “If it’s too fast, rest. I know I’m thick.”

  Any other woman, I wouldn’t care. But then again, they’d all been loose from all the fucking they did. None ever came close to this. Lakelyn shook her head.

  “I can’t. It feels too good. I need more. Help,” she panted. Her hands were on my chest, and her nails were biting into my skin.

  “Are you sure? It’s not a race.” I was hoarse because I was holding myself in check.

  “I’m very sure. Show me how you take your woman, Killian. This time, it’s you making me yours, and me claiming you. I want to see if you can make me scream, and I do the same to you.” Her eyes were bright with passion.

  It was a challenge slash request I couldn’t ignore. Growling in my throat, I gripped her hips and jerked her the rest of the way down. The sensation of my cock planted to the root inside of her, and the way she moaned louder made me one step closer to no control. I wanted to fuck her like an animal, but not hurt her. I didn’t know how soft she needed sex.

  Lakelyn: Chapter 14

  I was so full of Tyrant’s cock it stretched me to the max, but I craved more. There was some discomfort, but the pleasure was greater. I knew he was holding back. I wanted, no, needed, to experience the complete Tyrant.

  “Killian, don’t hold back. Show me. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you. I promise. Please, baby, I’m burning up,” I pleaded.

  To show him I was serious, I raised up and then dropped back down on him. We both moaned. Streaks of fiery arrows shot throughout my body from my core. He’d made me come harder than I ever had with anyone else using his mouth and fingers. I might not survive his cock, but I’d go out blissfully happy. His fingers flexed on my hips, and then I squeaked when he unexpectedly rolled. I ended up on my back with him between my legs. He never lost contact.

  Tyrant pushed my legs up until they were bent at the knees so he could hook them over his arms. His heated gaze stared into mine, then down at where we were connected. He withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside. It glistened with my cream on him, and the word Dictator made me hotter. Then he slammed into me. I wailed at the streaks of fire growing. He was a beast. Yes, he was rough at times, but never enough to hurt me, and I found I responded to it. I’d never had a guy fuck me the way he was. I grew closer to the best orgasm of my life.

  It wasn’t long before I felt the tightening in my core, and then I constricted around him. I cried out his name as I came. I couldn’t stop tightening, and the waves crashing through my body were so intense. My wetness increased fourfold. It wasn’t until I came down from my high that I noted he was still thrusting and hadn’t come.

  “Killian, why didn’t you come? Did I do—”

  “I forgot to tell you. I can ride a woman for a long time when I’m very excited. And even when I come, I stay or get hard quickly. I hope you’re alright for a long night. Nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to you, Lakelyn. God, yes. You’re mine,” he muttered and sped up.

  I came again, even harder, in a matter of minutes. Still, he didn’t. Was he some sex god or something? Sweat was coating his skin. I traced his scars and tats and lifted to lick the sweat from his skin. I wanted all of him, even his sweat.

  Suddenly, he withdrew. Before I could ask why, he was issuing an order. “Come with me.” I shakily got to my feet. He led me the short distance to where he had a large rug on the floor.

  “Turn so your side is facing the mirror. I need you on your hands and knees. Hurry,” he said gruffly.

  I dropped. The idea of watching us have sex in that mirror made me wetter. When Tyrant thrust back into me, he went deeper, causing me to buck and wail.

  “Look at us. Watch. See how fucking beautiful and sexy you are. I can’t believe you’re mine, Lakelyn. Shit, watch those gorgeous tits bounce when I hammer your pussy. They’ll be even more gorgeous when I get some clamps on them. And then there’s your cunt. Jesus Christ, I’m in the tightest and wettest pussy ever. You’re incredible. And then this ass. Wait until I get some toys for us. Your little virgin ass will be gone, and I’ll make you scream when I fuck you there.”

  His words created an indescribable vision that tipped me into an orgasm that frankly scared me with its intensity and caused me to almost black out. To make it even better, Tyrant bellowed and let out a small scream as he pumped a large load of cum inside of me. It was so different without a condom between us. I loved the sensation and knowing he’d be with me long after we were done. Due to his hold on my hips, I didn’t fall flat to the floor on my face.

  When he stopped stroking in and out, he gently pushed me to the floor, staying inside of me, then rolled onto his side, with me the same way. He cuddled me. I didn’t expect that.

  “Lakelyn, are you alright, mon amour, mon doux bébé, my love, my sweet baby,” he whispered in my ear. He kissed it. His hands were running all over my body soothingly.

  I had to find my voice. “I, yeah, I think so. I’m trying to get my scrambled brains together. That was so intense, Killian. I’ve never come that many times or so hard. I hope you’re not disappointed. I’ll learn what you like most,” I babbled.

  “Lakelyn, surely you don’t think I was disappointed? Fuck, did you not hear me scream? It was unbelievable. I have no words. And if that doesn’t convince you, feel.”

  His hips moved, and I noticed that he was hardening inside of me. I moaned. A part of me was scared to do it again, but the more significant part wanted him to take me as often as he wanted. It was the latter that won.

  “I think you need to do it again so I can be sure,” I joked.

  The next thing I knew, he was thrusting in and out of me while we lay there on our sides. His hands played with my tits and clit. I let myself go. He was right. It was going to be a long night.

  ☙☙☙

  I was still stunned at the turn of events in my life. Less than a week ago, I ran from Tyrant and his club, feeling hurt and heartbroken and refusing to admit to myself why. Only to be found, brought back, and told that my enemy was most likely theirs. And that Tyrant and the club intended to make them pay for what they did to my family and me, regardless of whether the Jacquots were responsible for betraying them. It seemed inconceivable to me. What was more so, though, was that Tyrant had confessed to having deep feelings for me and the desire to have me as his old lady. I didn’t know what to think or do until I spent that whole day with him, and then he told me his history.