Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 115933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Styx, Styx, Styx… Styx!” I moaned, and my eyes popped open to fix on his, he was watching me, always watching me. His hand slipped effortlessly between my legs and his thumb started to massage me there, that place, that spot. The spot that makes me lose control of my senses.
The pleasure was almost too much as burning flames of desire ripped through my body, igniting like pure octane in my veins. My hips pounded quicker against Styx’s, stimulated by his sympathetic movements and his erotic grunts and groans. Styx’s thumb moved faster, his length seeming to expand to an unbearable fullness within me.
My chest pounded as Styx rolled his lips, but his eyes stayed firmly on me. Then, like a bolt of lightning, an indescribable feeling took hold of my whole body and I screamed out in ecstasy. Styx’s lips parted as his hips thrust hard; once, twice, then stilled. His large hazel eyes widened, his face contorted momentarily as in pain and a hot spurt of semen flooded inside me, filling my womb. I felt as though I were floating in the hot still air of a summer’s afternoon, as the heat of the water wrapped around us both. I flopped to his chest, drained but oh so perfectly content.
As I listened to the furious beating of Styx’s heart through his chest, I smiled. His strong hands stroked at my long wet hair trailing down my back as we came down gently from our mutual high.
So that was making love…
I had just made love to Styx.
I had been right all along.
We were always fated to be together. He is my everything. He is my entire world…
… Styx is my salvation.
Chapter Eighteen
Styx
Jesus H. Christ.
Mae.
All Mae.
All mine.
Me inside her tight pussy, coating her with my cum.
Fuckin’ perfection.
Her light breath blew evenly against my damp chest; she’d fallen asleep.
“Mae,” I called out quietly, rousing her from sleep. Two of my fingers ran along the tight crack of her ass and disappeared into the soaking slit of her well-fucked pussy.
Mae’s hips rolled instinctively and a whimper escaped her lips. Suddenly, her blue eyes opened wide, then hooded to half mast as she writhed on my hand.
“Styx…” she moaned, her voice clogged with sleep. Her palms stretched out and gripped the tub’s ledge for leverage, and I had to suck my lip ring into my mouth just to keep calm; she looked so damn beautiful riding my hand.
Her pink, fat nipples beaded, her heavy tits heaved, and her lips parted, hissing out breath with every stroke. Unable to cope with my cock’s neglect anymore, I withdrew my fingers and plunged the fucker right inside her.
Fuck!
Mae’s shocked eyes fixed on mine and I smirked. This time, I was taking control—stitches be damned. Gripping her hips, I spun us in the water, flipping Mae onto her back. She yelped as I rose above her, tucking my arms around her back and I felt her legs wrap around my ass. She flashed me a shy smile and I pounded her pussy relentlessly, ripping moans from her throat as her nails dug into my skin, our chests slipping back and forth.
In no time at all, she came. I followed a second behind.
We panted together as Mae stroked back the hair from my face.
“That was quite a way to awake,” she rasped out.
Smirking back, I said, “Every fuckin’ d-day from now o-on.”
“You promise?”
I nodded slowly and meaningfully.
Small hands ghosted down my chest, carefully tracing my stitches. “How are you feeling?”
Sore, pissed at Nazi scum, but so fuckin’ good. Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her lips. “G-good.”
Pulling out my still-hard cock from inside my woman, I kneeled and rolled my stiff back straight, wincing at the burn of tight stitches now about to leave even more scars all over my body… including the permanent motherfucker of a swastika on my chest.
“Out. Water’s c-cold.”
As I glanced down at Mae, I literally stopped breathing. I had her now. No one was taking her away from me.
As I held out my hand, her scowl looked harsh on her usually soft face. I raised an eyebrow in question.
Ignoring me, Mae stood up and got out of the tub without my help. My jaw clenched. I wasn’t some weak pussy, but as she shuffled closer and gripped my arm, she insisted, “Let me take care of you. This is my job… as your old lady.” I closed my eyes, savoring what she’d just said, my old lady. My old man was fuckin’ right; I did only need three things in life: my Harley, my Fender… and the love of an old lady—Mae; only Mae.
Smiling, Mae wrapped me in a towel, then herself and we walked—stupidly fuckin’ slow—toward the bed.
We stopped at my chair and she guided me to a sitting position. “I must change the bed linen. It is soiled with your blood.” She cupped my cheeks, stroking around the fresh slash mark. “Then we will sleep. You must get your rest.”
“With you n-next to me, r-right?”
Breaking out in a huge grin, Mae replied. “Yes, with me next to you.”
Mae pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and I sat back in my chair to watch her as she found freshly laundered black sheets.
Picking up my Fender, I lay it across my waist and set to strum, catching a happy smirk spreading on Mae’s lips, only pausing briefly as she heard the strings begin to vibrate. As The National’s “Gospel” flowed from my lips, I thanked Hades that I’d returned tonight, to my club, to my brothers… to my old lady.
Weren’t sure for a while that I was gonna get out. Took out seven Nazi skulls with my Uzis before being tackled to the floor by the last two. Tied to a chair, cut, beat, bled—the fuckers forgot about my blade. Ironically, my favorite German blade, the blade I always kept hidden in my cut. Slit the throat of one skinhead, plunged five inches of steel into the heart of the other, but only after I’d had my fun. Found my way back, a pair of blue wolf eyes calling me home.