Chapter 21

Rage

I f I had my way, then Ashton was being driven out to the desert and given a dirt nap. I wasn’t sure what my club brothers had planned. I guess the other option to get him out the picture involved the evidence we found on his flash drive. That and whatever else he had on his PC—which Zen was currently analyzing, might get him sent back to a psychiatric unit. But this time not some cushy spa resort like Malcolm had him in.

We sit in silence for a while finishing our wine. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that Priscilla has agreed to marry me when she turns to me and pulls me close. The moment her lips land on mine I’m all fired up. My cock is punching at my zipper, zero to sixty in ten seconds flat. Her soft hand runs down my chest to my stomach. She’s had a traumatic day and sometimes that adrenaline surge can make a person horny as hell. Even though the thought of taking her to bed is the best end to the worst day, I don’t want her doing something that maybe she doesn’t want to do, “If you’re not up to it after your ordeal today, we can just snuggle up and sleep,” I tell her. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into riding my cock.”

She grins at me. “Who’s being pressured? Sounds like the perfect end to a day.”

“You sure you’re all in, Prissy?”

She nods enthusiastically and her open acceptance is like a ray of sunshine beaming right into my soul. I jump to my feet, scoop her up and toss her over one shoulder. She laughs as I march upstairs to my bedroom carrying her caveman style.

I drop her on the bed, I was about to start undressing her, but she beats me to it, pulling off her clothes. This woman can’t get naked for me fast enough, something about that fills my chest with pride.

I’m surprised when my naked fiancé gets off the bed to stand in front of me. She runs her hands up my chest, sliding off my cut. She folds it respectfully in two and lays it over the back of a chair. Then she unbuttons my shirt and tosses it aside before dropping to her knees and working on my pants. When she unbuckles my belt, a hot bolt of excitement lances across my chest. My breath catches as she unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down before reaching inside to pull out my now pulsating cock. It looks absurdly large in her delicate hands.

I know she’s going to put her mouth on me by the look of intense interest on her face. She doesn’t waste any time, lavishing the head of my cock with her pink tongue. Nothing has ever felt as good as having sex with Priscilla. The sex we’ve had since she came back into my life is even more amazing than when we were young. What we share can’t be compared to any other woman I’ve ever been with because Priscilla has my heart. When emotions are involved, everything is always going to be more intense.

By the time she sucks my cock into her mouth, I’m in her thrall. I can’t get enough of the pleasure of seeing her lips wrapped around my shaft and the visual of her on her knees pleasuring me. I pull out just before she causes me to spill in her mouth because I want to spill in her tight pussy instead.

I pull her up with one hand and lift her up and onto the bed. “It’s your turn, Prissy. I want you on your back on the bed with your hands on the headboard.”

When her lovely body is laid out just the way I asked, I say, “I want you to hold onto the headboard and not let go. Can you do that for me, Prissy?”

She replies breathlessly, “Yes. I promise not to let go.”

I tap the end of her nose gently and tell her, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetness.”

Her expression lights up. “Oh, I see. This is a game to see who can last the longest, right?

I wasn’t thinking exactly like that, but it’s a good idea, so I agree without hesitation. “Yes. If you can hold out longer than I can resist getting inside you, then you win. If you let go before I’m ready, you lose.”

“I don’t care if there is a prize for the winner, I like this game.”

I smile down my sweet love and sweeten the deal. “Whoever wins gets to pick the location of our first couple’s weekend. How does that sound?”

“A couple’s weekend?”

I grin, “We’ve got eleven years to make up for. I think getting away for a few days is just what we need.” I shift so my cock brushes against her slit, I’m fighting the urge not to just get on my knees and lick her pretty pussy until she comes screaming.

She bites her bottom lip. Then she nods. “That’s a pretty good prize. I’m all in.”

I can’t resist her loveliness one second longer, so I lean down and give her a kiss that grows more passionate by the second. It’s scary how quickly our passion flares. Before I know it, we’re tangling tongues as I run my hands over her breasts. Her breasts are fuller than when we were first together because she’s had a child. I wonder briefly what she would have looked like pregnant, a glorious goddess I would imagine.

I kiss my way down to her breasts and nip and lick her nipples until she is moaning with pleasure. When I’ve made her nipples stand up into taut little points, I move down between her legs. Her legs split open to give me access to her pussy. She smells like heaven, and I can’t wait to put my mouth on her. I spread her open with my hands and lick from her wet core all the way up to her clit, giving it a little swirl with my tongue just the way she likes. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing in pleasure beneath my mouth.

I think that maybe I’m going to lose our little bet because even now my cock is throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own. I’m leaking precum on the bedsheets. I should feel bad about that, but I don’t. I redouble my efforts and push her into an orgasm that makes her entire body convulse.

“You can let go now darlin’, I think you won,” I say. She held onto that headboard like a trooper.

When I bring my cock up to run through her glorious slit, rubbing the head over her wet clit her hands come down to grasp my cock and rub it right where she wants. I put my hands on the bed on either side of her body and let her handle me how she likes. Everything with Priscilla is amazing, so I just look down at her closed eyes and open mouth enjoying the expression of pure joy on her face.

When she brings the head of my cock to her core, I take the hint and begin filling her with my thick shaft. She moans words of encouragement, fit to make me never want to pull out. I lower myself and begin pushing and pulling my cock in the way that give her the most pleasure. With her encouragement, I go faster until I’m pounding into her with a steady pace. Her hands come up to scratch at my chest. I adjust the angle of my cock until I am consistently rubbing against her g-spot.

I keep pushing us both higher and higher until we come together, my orgasm is so explosive I feel like I’m filling her to overflowing. While my cock is still buried deep and twitching, I bend down to kiss her, this time a long leisurely kiss that was meant to communicate how much I love her. She murmured, “I love you too.” I guess she got my unspoken message.

I collapse down onto the bed beside her, and she rolls over to cuddle against my chest.

She murmurs, “You are an amazing sex giver.”

I glance down to see her dreamy expression. “Sex giver? Did you just make up new words tonight?”

“Can’t think. My brain is too tired.”

I chuckle that she’s so messed up from having great sex with me. In this moment I realize I am truly the luckiest man alive.