Seductive (Diamondback MC Second Generation 2)

“Don’t you make me cry again, not while your cock is ready to take me to pound town.” Sailor’s eyes are full of water. I bend down to kiss her lips while I move my hips backwards, my cock finding her cunt, sliding inside, barely.

“Then enough of that. It’s time to reconnect, baby doll,” I tell her as I thrust all the way inside her.

“Jackson, don’t just stay still. I need you to move.” She plants her feet on the mattress, pushing up then pulling away. My greedy woman knows how to go after what she wants, and where before I’d be the one in control, that’s not what tonight is about. The next time, though, you better believe I won’t be letting her attempt to take the lead.

“You want my cock?” I ask, going to my knees, sitting back, watching my cock slide out of her, slick with her juices.

“If that isn’t the dumbest question on the planet.” Sailor’s snarky attitude arises, but it takes the heaviness out of her and definitely the tears that were threatening to tumble down her cheeks.

“Was that an answer?” I slide further out, taking my time before my cock tunnels back into her tight center.

“Jackson!” She lifts her body again. This time, I roll us over so she’s on top, and Sailor knows if I didn’t want her there, she’d still be beneath me, my body hovering over hers as I tease the both of us until we finally came.

“You get yours, I’ll get mine, but I think I’ll enjoy the view while you fuck your man.” My hand grasps her hip, thumb going to her clit, using her slickness to coat it before rubbing it in firm circles that I know she likes.

“Oh God, it feels so good.” Her hands move to her tits, holding them in the palms of her hands, squeezing them firmly, letting them go, and doing it over and over again as she drops down on the length of my cock. Slowly at first, finding her rhythm and then swiveling her hips as she slides down, adding grinding action once she’s seated completely on my dick, making my spine fuckin’ tingle.

“Get there, baby doll. I’m ready.” This time when she lifts, my hips do the same then buck back into her cunt, and I’m the greedy one.

“Hands. I need your hands,” she murmurs. I take Sailor in, body quaking with need, shivers traveling through her body, skin coated with goose bumps, and on one particular downward thrust, her body locks up tight, causing my own to do much the same.

“Jackson,” she sighs. The way her cunt clasps my cock, she sucks it from my body with her own, and I flood her pussy with my cum. I don’t stop moving until the we are completely zapped of any and all energy.

“Sailor,” I return the sentiment. I change our position until we’re facing one another, placing her leg over my hip to keep my cock buried inside her.

“Hi.” She opens her eyes, looking like she’s in a trance.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. The night is still young, and I’m in the mood to taste you.” Her once drowsy eyes pop open.

“Give me five minutes, then maybe I’ll return the favor.” Saucy little minx. I already know we’ll both be getting ours at least one more time, then, when she’s passed out asleep, I’ll be working on the baby’s room so it’s one thing off her list to worry about.

“You got it.” I squeeze her tight to me, holding her and never letting her go.

EPILOGUE

SAILOR

SIX MONTHS LATER

“I feel like a beached whale,” I tell Lavender in the hospital room where I’m holding her baby girl. She looks so much like her mother. It seems Hawk’s swimmers weren’t so strong in the gene pool department after all.

“It’s worth it. You’ll be next, and I’ll be the one holding your little girl.” Yep, Lavender and I somehow managed to get pregnant around the same time and both have girls. Well, hers is here already; mine only has a couple of weeks to finish baking in my oven, so to speak, before she’ll make her grand appearance.

“I’m ready. I think this might be our only one, though. I don’t know how you’re going to handle taking care of two and doing all that you do. It’s all I can do to go to work, come home, and not want to collapse.” Sadie raised her son right, or maybe it was Ruger, but anyways, my man, he’s my savior most times. He’ll have dinner started or will cook when I get home, leaving me to take a shower, prop my feet up, and rest. Don’t get me wrong; sometimes I do it all and give him a break, but lately, Jackson has been pulling all the weight. That could be because this last trimester has me up at all times of night to pee.