Beast Comes Home - Devil's Blaze MC

“Michael,” she moans, desire and hunger like a living thing pulsating in her voice.

“I’ve got you, Beauty,” I murmur, breathing the scent of her need inside my lungs.

I crouch down to my knees, as I pull her panties down from her body slowly, my gaze on her eyes as she watches me. She places her hand on my shoulder, giving me her weight as I help take off her shoes and then she steps out of her panties. I hold the silky material in my hand, bringing them to my face and breathing in the fragrance of her desire. A man could get drunk on that alone.

I stand up slowly, my cock so hard that it hurts to move. I kick off my boots carefully, but that’s all I do. I choose to remain dressed, looking down at my woman’s beautiful body instead. She’s completely perfect and completely mine. There’s never a day she lets me doubt that and I know she feels the same. In all of the ways that matter, it is the two of us and our boys against the world and I love that. I love the family we have built.

The lips of Hayden’s pussy are plump and shining, showing me how much she needs me—even if I didn’t already know. I pull her body into me, taking her mouth in a kiss that shows her not only how much I love her, but how hungry I am for her.

“Michael…” she whispers.

Carefully I move her backwards, guiding her down to lay on the bed. I remain standing at the foot of it, looking down at her, feeling like a fucking king. She keeps looking up at me the entire time. I put my hands on her knees as she gently moves, propping herself up with her arms, her elbows sinking into the mattress, as she watches me. I pull her legs apart, opening her body to me.

“I’ll be careful, Beauty,” I promise her, but she just smiles at me, as I move my hands along the insides of her thighs, feeling the sticky-sweet wetness that has pooled.

“Make love to me, Michael,” she urges, not a trace of worry in her own voice. I move my fingers over the swollen lips of her pussy, gathering the evidence of her desire.

“My Beauty is wet,” I groan.

“I need you,” she admits. “I always need you.”

I move the pads of two of my fingers over her throbbing clit and through her juices, gathering them on my fingers. Our gazes lock as I bring them to my mouth and let her watch as I suck them clean.

“You always taste so fucking good,” I growl. “Like honey…”

“You’re torturing me—torturing us both. Please Michael, don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs.

She’s right, it is torture and although it’s the sweetest form of torture, I’ve gone my limit too. I pull the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor without thought. Beauty just lays there and watches me as I move my hands to my pants and undo the button. The sound of the zipper sliding down seems unusually loud, even to my own ears.

It makes her smile.

I love that smile so much that I decide to give her a show. I push my jeans down, kicking them off. I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself, grinning down at her. I used to be self-conscious about my scars, about the way I looked. That never happens anymore. It’s hard to worry about anything like that when your woman lets you know she loves everything about you.

“Quit playing, Michael,” she orders, but I hear the hunger in her words and see the way her hips are restlessly pushing towards me. She’s close to coming, I’d push her further, but the truth is I’m just as close.

I put a knee on the bed, hooking my hand under her knee and pulling one of her legs up on my hip. Then, still grasping my hard cock, I push the head against her entrance, but instead of letting it go where we both need it the most, I slide it against her soaked pussy, letting her juices coat the head and drip down the shaft. She’s drenched. It doesn’t take long before my cock is too. I repeat this over and over, until she’s gone from begging me to humming and thrusting up to try and take me inside.

I’m so fucking hard, my balls so completely full that it’s painful and there’s no way I can hold back any longer.

“Michael,” she cries, as I push the broad head of my dick inside of her.

The muscles of Hayden’s sweet pussy flutter all around my head, trying to clamp down and suck me deeper inside. I allow myself to sink a little more, giving her time to get accustomed to me and waiting for a sign that she’s ready for more.