Chapter Twenty-Three

Delany

I wasn't stupid.

I knew why he was doing this.

Even if I wanted it to mean something else, I knew it didn't. I barely knew Jason, and though he stepped up regarding Harlow, it didn't mean he loved us. We were nothing more than a responsibility he felt obligated to fulfill.

I guess in some way I knew when I married him that nothing would really come from our marriage. Yes, we could use each other to scratch an itch, relieve some stress, but there would be no love.

While I wanted the dream, I wasn't betting on anything. Today had taught me that. His club would never accept me, and no matter what, I would be in danger.

It wasn't that I had a lack of options, it was that I had no choice.

If I walked away from Jason, I would have no place to go, and with the threat hanging over my head, I refused to put my daughter in danger.

He said I didn't have to see his club brothers and that was fine with me. If he wanted a wife, I could be that. I had the mother part down pat. How hard could it be to be the other? It wasn't like we'd never done this before. Harlow was proof of that.

So yeah... I chose the devil I knew.

However, when he kissed me, I never expected my body to react to his, as it remembered his touch, his taste, the feel of him. The gentle way he held my head, yet forcefully taking what he needed.

The second he tied my hands, placing them above my head, a whirlwind of excitement assaulted me. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone. In fact, the last person I was with was Jason, not that I'd ever tell him that.

I thought it funny that the first time I ever had sex was the same night I created my daughter. To make things more interesting, I was with that same man again.

How was that for fate?

As he ran his tongue down my neck, my pulse quickened. And when he stopped right between my breasts, I didn't have to wait long to see what he would do because, in the next instant, he ripped my shirt apart, baring my chest to him.

Lifting my bra, he exposed my breasts, grinning as he lowered his head, sucking and playing with my nipples.

They were already hard and with each suck, he squeezed my sensitive breast in his hands. One hand pinched and tweaked a nipple, while the other nipple got sucked in and out of his greedy mouth. When his teeth grazed across my hardened bud, I moaned and arched my back to push my breast further into his face.

I felt him growl again against my flesh, a wordless reminder of his order to stay still. It was hard not to respond to his skilled hands, lips and tongue. He proceeded to lick down my stomach, slowly dipping his tongue into my belly button before continuing. When he reached the junction of my thighs, he pushed my legs apart and held them wide open with his powerful grip, exposing my dripping pussy to his lustful gaze. He held me open for a few moments, admiring and breathing in the scents of my desire.

I desperately wanted to squirm. I wanted to grab his head and push him onto my pulsating clit. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned forward and left the lightest kiss directly on my hardened clit.

I almost came right there, but he knew just the right amount of pressure and the right way to tease, to get me to the very brink and not push me over.

"God, you are precious," he breathed the words, so that even they teased my aching flesh. "I'm going to have so much fun training you."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Taking his time, his wicked tongue licked and flicked as his soft lips kissed and sucked, each a fraction longer than the last, while he built a desire in me, I had no hope to control as he pushed me toward the edge of a precipice.

Then he licked me with his large and long tongue, carefully avoiding my clit and my dripping pussy. He went back and forth between placing kisses on my clit and licking my pussy lips until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore, and then he slid his fingers inside me.

I moaned loudly and instinctively bucked my hips up to push him deeper inside, and as I did, he pulled them quickly back out.

"Please," I whimpered,

"Delany," I heard him say, but when he didn't continue, I looked down at him to find him looking at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Have you been with anyone else since our time together?"

Laying there, panting, needing my release, I slowly shook my head.

"Are you telling me I'm the only one who has ever been inside this pussy?"

I nodded.

His grip tightened on my legs as he growled, "You're mine. I'm claiming you. I'm going to seal you to me so that all you think about, see, and feel is me."

I gulped when he plunged his tongue into my dripping hole. Swirling his tongue around, he made sure that it hit every inch of me, as I could feel my muscles trying to pull him deeper inside. He licked me, inside and out, slowly increasing his rhythm, pushing my legs open as wide as they would go.

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

My climax had been building, coiling low in my abdomen, ready to explode. I started begging and pleading with him, incoherently babbling that it was too much, that I couldn't hold out much longer.

But he simply continued to devour my pussy silently, and when he latched onto my clit and pushed three fingers into my drenched cunt, my body finally betrayed me.

I screamed out as my climax crashed over the edge, drawing me into an abyss of pleasure. I shook and convulsed, and I could hear Jason moaning in appreciation as he drank from me.

Still in the haze of my orgasm, I heard the rustling of clothes and a belt being undone. Then I felt the pressure of his body draped over my own as his lips brushed my ear. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my entrance.

"You belong to me. Say it," he ordered, hovering over me, waiting for me to give him what he wanted. Even when I tried to wiggle, maneuver him into me, he stayed rooted in place.

"Say it."

"I belong to you!" I cried, just as he impaled himself deep inside me.

He slammed forward into me, and it only took a few thrusts before a second, equally toe-curling climax hit me, but he didn't slow down. He continued to plunge into me like he was a man on a mission. He was relentless in his effort to consume my body, to bind me to him in every way, and God help me, I wanted that too. When his body stiffened inside me, I cried out, feeling his pulsing cock unload deep inside me.

Pulling out of me, I thought he was done.

I was wrong.

Because the next thing I knew, he flipped me onto my stomach, reached for my hips and hiked them back toward him before he plunged back into me.

Holding on for dear life, I stiffened when I felt his thumb against my ass.

"Jason?"

"You're mine, wife."

"I've never done that."

"I know," he growled, as he picked up the pace again. He relentlessly fucked my cum-soaked pussy as my body pulsed around him again. Almost immediately after the tremors subsided, I felt him slide a finger into my ass.

My eyes widened and my mouth opened as a silent cry erupted from me while my body once again convulsed around his cock.

I had no words.

The sensation of being fucked in two places was sending every nerve in my body into hyper-drive. The only real thought I could even form was that I wanted more.

More of his cock and more of his pleasure.

As I let go, my third climax built to a crescendo, and Jason slipped another finger into my virgin ass. He eased himself in slowly, but I offered little resistance while he claimed me inch by inch, until he buried his fingers into my ass as far as he could go.

I moaned when he moved, in tandem with his fingers, grunting from the exertion to keep his pace slow. My ass was tight, and I knew it was driving him wild with lust that he couldn't fuck it. With each gentle stroke, I was getting used to the new sensations and the overwhelming fullness. That's when the knowledge that I had finally surrendered to the last barrier between us and that in every conceivable way, I now belonged to him.

I truly was his.

When I rocked my ass back, Jason pushed forward and groaned loudly before he pounded into my pussy while he fucked my ass with his fingers in fervor.

I could feel every throb of his cock as his fingers wiggled and scissored in my ass and his balls slapped against my clit over and over.

My cries of pleasure were enough to push him over the edge. He roared loudly, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my pussy again. With the last jerk of his cock, Jason fell over me, wrapping his arm around me, panting. Our bodies lay together in a tangle of limbs, as the smell of sex filled the air. When he cupped my face, turning my head, he lightly kissed me on the lips.

"Sleep for now, Precious, because I am nowhere near done with you."

He wasn't lying.

I was leaning against the shower tiles, trying not to move. My whole body ached in places that should never have ached.

My hair hurt.

My hair had never hurt, but after the five-mile marathon of sexcapades Jason put me through last night, all I wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep the day away.

Too bad for me that would never happen.

Not with Harlow on the mend.

My girl was the freaking Energizer Bunny on steroids.

Lost in my aching misery, I stiffened when I felt his hands slide against my wet skin before twisting me around to face him.

"You look tired."

"You should know," I sassed as his eyebrow rose.

Pulling me closer to him, his thickly muscled arms flexed, caging me in as I felt his cock, hard again, pressed against my belly.

"Does that thing ever sleep?"

He chuckled. "Nope."

Leaning forward, he kissed my shoulder, dragging his tongue up my neck before he sucked on my earlobe.

Sighing, I raised my hands to his shoulders, then drew my fingers down his torso.

"Are you like this every morning?"

He growled. "Yes."

Moving out of his embrace, I stepped back under the spray and shuddered, smiling as the warmth spread all around me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as the water rained down on me, sufficiently warming every inch of my body. When I opened my eyes, I drank in Jason's wet, naked form.

I let my gaze travel up Jason's body until our eyes locked. As usual, the desire in his eyes made my pussy throb with need. He stepped closer, joining me under the spray, and his cock pressed into my stomach. I shivered at the way it throbbed as it pressed against me, insistent. Hungry. I reached out and rested my hands on his chest for a moment, smiling when I felt his heartbeat.

I moved my hands over his torso. Sex with him was phenomenal, but from that first night, all I dreamed about was touching him, feeling all the different planes and curves and shapes of his body under my fingers. My eyes flickered toward him a few times as I touched him.

He just stood there, smiling.

I moved closer, snaking my arms under his, so I could touch his back. I swore I could feel the warmth radiating from the muscles he'd worked so vigorously last night. At some point, a desire to be closer to him overwhelmed me and I gripped his back, pulling myself against him.

"I like this," I murmured into his chest.

His chest vibrated under my head as he chuckled. "Me, too."

I took another moment to just lean against him.

Against my husband.

I'd never felt this way about someone or been able to think of anyone in this way.

He'd been what I dreamed of for years.

Leaning my head against his chest, I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat.

I sighed.

For a moment, I just wanted to stay like this and drift off to the rhythmic thumping beneath me. And I would have until Jason's fingers moved down my back, creating lines of heat and electricity down my flesh even under the warm spray.

I looked up at him as he lowered his mouth to mine.

All thoughts fled as our lips connected when my body melted against him. When he finally pulled back, my mind was hazy, and my heart hammered at my chest.

"God, babe, you are so fucking responsive, and as much as I would love to stay and explore how responsive you are, I need to head to the clubhouse. Montana called for a meeting."

"Okay," I whispered reluctantly, pushing myself away from his chest.

Standing behind me, his hands gripped my hips. "Hey. I meant what I said. You don't have to go if you don't want to. I'm not going to force you to do anything."

"I want to stay here," I admitted as I glanced over my shoulder and met Jason's hazy blue eyes.

"Fuck me," he murmured, his grip tightening on my hips as a low growl left his chest. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my hands, placed them on the tiled wall before me, kicked my legs open, and slipped his hard cock into me.

"Oh yes," I cried as my head fell back against his chest and his cock stretched my walls, brushing against my G-spot. My nerve endings lit up, sending bolts of pleasure crackling through me as his cock traveled deeper and deeper. My body sparked like fireworks at the sensations radiating out in waves when Jason's cock hit the back of my pussy, head grinding against that wonderful spot.

"Fuck," I hissed.

Jason withdrew, only to ram his cock back in.

My vision blurred for a moment, the haze in my mind growing thicker. His next thrust shook me a bit, almost making me slip, but I adjusted my footing, gripping the showerhead as I arched my back.

"Fuck," he groaned as his grip tightened on my hips. "I have to fuck that ass soon."

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations assaulting my body. Jason's cock stretched me, stimulating me with every thrust. The underside of his cock rubbed back and forth over my G-spot, constantly sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me, further clouding my head with arousal. At the end of each thrust, his balls slapped against my clit and his cockhead ground against my cervix. The twin explosions of pleasure within me made it even harder for me to keep upright or even just keep from twitching, but, somehow, I managed.

As Jason fucked me, my mind conjured fantasies of what sex with him might be like once we found our rhythm, when I felt his fingers curl around my throat while his other hand slapped my ass relentlessly, overwhelming me until I became putty in his hands.

My mind drifted so far that my first orgasm came out of nowhere, rolling over me like a tidal wave, almost literally knocking me off my feet as he kept thrusting into me. My body succumbed to my orgasm, twitching and shaking soundlessly. My mouth, wide open in a silent scream of bliss.

His continued thrusting, stretching, slapping, grinding, quickly became too much, and I cried out, as he stilled inside me, his cock dumping another load of his cum deep into me.

In the next moment, he pulled me upright, back resting against his chest.

A moan slipped out when he kissed my neck, lips like fire, sparks bursting from the skin. I whimpered when his mouth left my skin, then shivered, pussy involuntarily clenching around his cock when his lips brushed against my ear.

"I will never get enough of you, wife. You are mine."

I shivered, tightening my pussy around his cock as I slowly smiled, and I felt his cock slip from my pussy. By the time I came back to my senses, I turned to find the shower empty.