Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

Chapter 8: Shane

I wanted the storm to last forever because that would make it less complicated. Things would change when it passed. The beautiful blonde goddess in my arms was mine—she was mine forever.

No man will ever touch you again. I’m the first and the last.

I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made when I let myself love before. Heather would be dominated, taught, controlled, and disciplined if necessary. I would train her to be exactly what I needed. She had no idea how my far I would go to make sure she remained mine.

I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here with me.

There was a darkness in my soul that had not been tapped for some time. I thought the mountain consumed it and turned me into a celibate hermit, but the conversion had been unsuccessful. I was filled with a new vigor for life, a new desire for the future I dreamed of before. I wanted to grow old in the cabin with her, surrounded by our children. I wanted to provide for her and the family we raised. We wouldn’t need anything else in the world but each other.

“Is it morning?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Almost...” I replied, pressing my lips to her head. “You can sleep longer if you want to.”

“I’m not tired...” She looked towards the window. “Will the storm pass today?”

“It should. The roads will be open tomorrow.” I nodded.

She withdrew from my arms and the angst of separation was instant. She walked into the bathroom and started a shower. I heard the sound of the water beating in the tub for several minutes before I finally slid out of bed.

Coffee and breakfast would have to wait because there was something I wanted a lot more than either of them. My cock was already hard when I saw her silhouette against the wall. I walked into the bathroom and pulled back the curtain slowly. She didn’t react with any sort of surprise when I joined her—it was almost as if she was expecting it.

You want me as bad I want you.

She slid her hair to the side and I started applying soap to her back, scrubbing it lightly with my fingernails. When she was rinsed, she started washing me, moving the soap across my torso and around my neck. I turned so she could get my back and as her fingers drifted down to my waist, she reached around and started to stroke my cock. I leaned back against her, feeling the need growing with each motion of her hand.

I reached back and started to stroke her clitoris with my middle finger, moving around it in a circular motion. She was already wet, so wet that the shower couldn’t wash away her desire.

“I’m ready for you.” She pressed her pussy against my finger.

I turned to face her and our lips connected underneath the water, twisting against each other with the passion of unsatisfied lust that had formed since we had fucked the day before. I lifted her leg and placed it on the edge of the tub, dipping my knees so I could press the head of my cock against her pussy. She had gotten extremely tight again, and I had to work my cock in slow. It took a couple of minutes, slowly going in and out as she moaned.

I’ll never get tired of this—damn—so fucking tight.

The shower washed away some of the outer lubrication, but once I was inside, it was nirvana again. When we were connected, I picked her up by both thighs and spun her against the back of the shower. It was slick from the water but I could hold her there for quick, powerful thrusts.

“You’re so freaking strong.” She let out a pant as I held her against the wall.

Strong enough to keep you here forever.

It didn’t take long for her eyes to roll back and her head to fall against my shoulder as she felt the fury of my desire. She was still so tight that there was resistance as I fucked her, but it felt amazing. It wasn’t going to be a marathon by any means, but I was determined to make sure she started her morning with an orgasm. The water ran down our bodies, creating steam in the shower that was magnified by the heat between us.

“You know you’re mine now.” I said in a tense growl against her ear.

“I know.” She whispered back and then a long moan of satisfaction escaped her lips.

You better know.

I wasn’t sure if she truly understood what I meant by the statement, but it needed to be said. The words seemed to bring a new sense of passion in her as she started to kiss my neck, moaning in my ear. My blonde goddess was getting close to an orgasm but I was still hungry for a whole lot more.

I held her close and picked up the pace, pounding her pussy as hard as I could without physically harming her. She reacted as I expected, clenching on my cock as her pussy started to spasm with an orgasm. I focused on quick thrusts, hitting her g-spot each time I drove myself in. She dug her fingernails into my neck and my back as her body surged with pleasure.

A loud series of moans ripped from her throat in gasps as she started to orgasm. Her pussy spasmed as she was sent to the moment of ecstasy and the additional lubrication combined with her orgasmic contractions made my cock throb even harder. I barely had time to adjust before I felt another one surging from within her.

Another one? Damn.

I continued my thrusts against the wall, attacking her neck with my mouth as both of our desires became one. I knew I was close, but I was enjoying her pussy so damn much I didn’t want it to end.