King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“Where have you been all these days, Valentina? I left you alone all these years because I wanted you to be safe. I didn’t want to lead the Muerte Viviente to you,” he said, and I could feel my lips trembling. He suddenly looked gentle, almost sad.

“In Connecticut, I trained to be a teacher…I’ve been safe, Jesus. But I had to see him, one last time. I didn’t know that the gang would be waiting for me at the airport. I had no idea what Papi has gotten himself into,” I said.

There was still a distance of a few inches between us, but I could feel his warmth and I was certain that he could hear my heart beating too.

Jesus stretched a hand towards my face, his fingers grazed the bandaged bruises on my face, on my neck, and I pressed my eyes closed. Nobody could touch me like him. Even after all these years of being apart, nobody could make me feel the way he did.

“I have you now, Valentina, you’re safe with me,” he said, and my eyes flew open. He was watching me, and I felt naked under his stare. Suddenly, my body was filled with jealousy. I didn’t want to imagine how many other women he had touched like this. But I was his first; he was mine…we would at least always have that.

“I know I am,” I replied and he lunged at me. Our lips met, and I threw my arms around his neck. Jesus’ hands found my waist, and he lifted me up. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards one of the walls of his living room.

His kiss was hungry and powerful. His tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth, possessing me all over again. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My back pressed against the cold wall while he explored my mouth. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel my pussy pressing against his throbbing erect cock. Our clothes separated us, but I knew how much he wanted me. I couldn’t wait to feel his bare skin under my fingertips.

When Jesus drew his lips away from me, we stared into each other’s eyes. His were dark and dangerous. I could see in them what he wanted to do to me.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Valentina,” he growled as he ran his mouth over my face, over my neck and to the top of my breasts. The back of my head pressed against the wall as I enjoyed the thrill of his tongue on my body. It was scorching hot, leaving a blazing trail of wetness on my skin.

With his teeth, he tugged at my top, while his hands held me in position against the wall. I felt feather light in his arms. Jesus was a grown man now, not the teenager he used to be, and I could see that he was going to fuck me like a man too.

I moaned in his arms while his hands traveled down to the buttons on my jeans. I gasped when he undid them.

“Do you want this?” he asked, breaking his mouth away from my body, looking up at me with fiery expectant eyes.

“Yes…please, I want you,” I begged him, weaving my fingers through his hair.

He kept me propped up with one arm, while he used his other hand to unzip his own jeans. I gulped, licked my lips and watched as he dragged his cock out of his pants.

We were both fully dressed, but there was no time to take our clothes off. We were desperate for each other’s bodies. Not one second could be wasted.

Jesus wound his arms around me again, and I clung to him. Our jeans were pulled down, just slightly down our crotches, enough for his cock to press against my panties. I was dripping wet, my juices flooded out of me, and he hooked a finger on the elastic of my underwear, pulling it down to my jeans with one quick tug.

I pressed my thighs around him more, squeezing his waist, my breathing growing heavier by the second. Jesus’ mouth found mine again, just as he thrust his cock into me with one forceful push.

My body jerked from the force, and I moaned loudly, as I felt his cock sliding into me. Jesus grunted, peering straight into my eyes as he slid his cock out. He had his jaw clenched. There was anger in his eyes, mixed with a desperate need to be inside me. I was holding him with my hands on the back of his neck, looking back at h

im. He thrust into me again.

We moaned together. I could feel his cock inching deeper and deeper inside me, stroking that spot which I knew would start my wave of orgasms soon.

“Has anyone else fucked you like this?” he growled, through gritted teeth and I knew he wasn’t looking for an answer. He was aware of the truth already, he could see it in my eyes. The three guys I had slept with after I moved to Connecticut, hadn’t even come close to what Jesus was capable of doing to my body.

He slid out and plowed into me again. Our bodies were pressed together, his hands propping me up by my waist, our centers fused together and he thrust and thrust, picking up a rhythmic pattern as he pushed into me. Jesus was more powerful now, and his thrusts were more forceful. Sex with him, in those first few weeks of getting to know each other had been gentle and romantic, now it was wild and animalistic. We were hungry for each other’s bodies.

I swayed in his arms while he continued to move inside me. Letting out a raw cry of pleasure, I sank into his body, my head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pump. My breasts bounced and pressed into his chest, and he held me there. Half suspended in the air, and half pinned up against the wall. He wasn’t going to let me go till he was satisfied.

Jesus’ fingers tangled in my hair as our hips moved together. I couldn’t stop moaning. Nothing before had ever felt this good…not even sex with him. This was a starved desperation that was finally being fed, and I knew he could feel it too.

“Look at me, Valentina. Look at me when I come inside you,” I heard his voice, and I drew my face away from his shoulder. His cock was deep and big inside me, the friction it caused against the walls of my pussy was exhilarating. I felt like I was going to burst any moment. All my frustration, my fright, was going to be released with one final thrust…I could feel it bubbling up inside me.

We stared at each other, my mouth hanging open as his cock slid in and out of me. I could feel my juices trickling out, his cock sliding in it as he grunted and growled.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, and when I heard him call me that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm took over my body, shuddering, toe tingling, and I screamed…I called out his name; I begged him not to stop as he pounded into me.

His mouth was firmly set, his eyes bloodshot as his thrusts became quicker and wilder. Then he released too, his seed shooting out of him and burying deep inside me somewhere. We were staring at each other, fighting the urge to sink our teeth into each other’s skin. I wanted to nibble on his ear, lick his shoulders, feel the dusting of dark hair on his chest which I knew was hiding under that t-shirt.

My orgasm simmered down, and while Jesus remained inside me, it resurfaced again. I screamed out his name as I came for the second time. He was done, but he didn’t stop pushing, his face stretching in a smile as he watched me come. I couldn’t stop, my body was out of my control, and he leaned over and kissed my forehead gently.

“Don’t fight it, Valentina. Give yourself to me,” I heard him say as my orgasm rushed over me.