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“Shit, shit, shit,” she says, leaning forward and resting her forehead against mine.
“Aww fuck, shit, my tornado, you feel so fucking good.” I moan when her pussy pulsates around me.
Lifting her head away from me and looking into my eyes. The way she’s looking at me has my stomach tightening. There is so much fucking love in her eyes. If they weren’t already, our fates sealed here and now. She’s mine. Bellamy Dianne Church-Petrov is fucking mine now and always. I don’t care what any motherfucker has to say about it. This woman was meant for me as I was meant for her.
“I love you, Xavier.” she says with a kiss.
“I love you, Bellamy, more than life itself,” I say.
Her walls become increasingly slick as she squeezes around me. Bellamy slides her hips back and forth slowly. The friction causes us both to moan as the water splashes around us at her movements. I take the hint, wrapping an arm around her lower waist, helping her to glide along my shaft, slowly at first.
“Yes,” she cries out. “Oh God, Xavier.”
Her hips move more frantically, and I can’t help but bit my lower lip to keep myself from cumming too soon–she feels too fucking good.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I grit through my teeth.
“Shit, tornado, your pussy is so fucking tight. I’m trying not to fucking cum, but you feel like heaven.”
“Xavier, please,” she whimpers.
Which causes me to lose my shit right there. Without a second thought. I stand from the tub needing our bed, my hands on her ass, holding her to me as she grinds on my cock, lost in chasing her pleasure. I snatch a towel off the rack, wrap it around her, and try to dry us off without breaking contact. Dropping the towel, I have to stop and take a fucking breath before I cum; once I have my shit under control, I head to my bed, lying her down. Thank fuck.
I tilt her back until she’s flush and in the center of the bed, shifting my body without breaking our connection. She moans when I lift her legs, raising them to either side of my shoulder. Going to my knees, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pound into her. I press my face against her calf, placing a kiss on the side of each. The sounds of her wet pussy spur me on as I piston in and out of her. Goosebumps break out over her skin. I love the feel of her soft skin against my lips, so I hold my lips to her calf, and when the mood strikes, I bite down, causing her to constrict around me.
“Come for me, tornado. Give me what I want. Drench my dick with your sweet juices.” I reach down where we are connected, and my thumb goes to her hard nub. It only takes a few swipes before she squeezes the hell out of me and then gushes around my cock, causing me to follow right behind her. I keep pumping my hips because she feels too damn good, and I don’t want it to end–my cock isn’t spent. It remains hard as she continues to pulsate around me.
“Shit tornado, the shit you do to me.” I chuckle, releasing her legs and falling forward, catching myself before my body crushes her. I kiss her sweaty face. “I’m not done with you yet.” I nip at her chin as she smiles up at me.
“I love you, Xavier Taz Highland.” She giggles.
My woman fucking giggles. I shove my face into her neck, kissing her.
I’m about to tell her I love her more and slide back into her when someone knocks on our door.
Forty-Five
TAZ
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Walking through the main room, you couldn’t take the smile off my face if you paid me. My woman didn’t have to take the test for us to know the truth. For now, that was okay with me. I wanted to give her everything she wanted, and if that meant going to a doctor so she could have the experience of it, then that’s what we’ll do. What made my smile faultless was that they agreed to marry my ass. I’m one happy motherfucker. And regardless of how pissed and annoyed my best friend and Prez are, I don’t give a shit because I’m on cloud fucking nine.
Being summoned to the chapel, I already know what this is about. I walk into the room with a smile and my woman's hand in mine. Savvy’s eyes haven’t left us since we entered the room. Her assessing eyes take me and Bellamy in. With a smirk, I lift my woman's hand and kiss it, which has her seeing precisely what has the smile on my face.
Most men would ask their bride-to-be’s father for their hand, but I’m not most men, and I’m not stupid. A few days ago, I pulled Blaze aside and talked to him about my intentions with his sister. His response was not one I expected, but I went with it. Chuckling, he pulled out his phone and called his mother, and as I did with him, I told her the truth. I told her that Bellamy was my entire world and would love, honor, and cherish her. I explained I understood she was unlike anyone else in my life. And I accepted and appreciated that she had a life of her own. I understood who she was and what she was, and I would never hold her back, only love and support her. I’d be her solace and her strength, her friend and protector. And then I asked permission to make her my wife; after a bit of ribbing, Savvy and Blaze gave me their permission and here we are. Savvy gives me a nod and a wink. Mission fucking accomplished.
Like before, I take a seat to the right of my dickhead of a president, with my woman taking her seat to my right. Our hands remain connected and rest on the top of the rectangular table. Prez’s eyes trail from mine to our connected hands. A flash of recognition has his lips tightened and eyes narrowing. With a nod of understanding, his eyes leave our hands and trail to Bellamy's face, which is in its normal I don’t give a fuck mask. I chuckle, which has her looking over at me and giving me a wink. Prez’s eyes remain on her when she turns back to him. He gives her an understanding nod and a sad smile, but remains silent. He knows he fucked up again, him and that mouth of his. That is a problem for another time. We have shit to take care of and his wayward daughter to rescue.
Blaze leans against the wall like a sentinel watching over his mother and sister. In front of him, his eyes are on his sister. She looks at him and gives him a half smile, and he nods, understanding that she is okay. Bull and Vex seated to the left of Prez. My eyes take in my brothers surrounding us. Everyone is here except Rocket, Pain, Sin, and the Baroness. And my brows crease. I look up at Blaze, and he gives me a sly smile.
Prez slams the gavel down. “Blaze and Savvy filled me in on what was going on.” I was under the impression that they didn’t know all that was happening. My eyes trail to my woman, who smirks, telling me what she says is true. How, I don’t know, but they have worked together long enough. I’m not going to question how they do things.
“They have taken Princess to a hotel in town.” Prez tightens his fist on the table, and his eyes blaze as he continues, “They had a clergyman on his way to officiate the bullshit nuptials. Unfortunately for him, he met with an unfortunate incident that led to him being detained, gagged, and hogtied for his comfort, of course.” A few chuckles ring out in the room. “Bellamy’s people are working to get eyes in and around the room.” There are some grumbles from the brothers. I know why they’re annoyed. They wanted in on the action. Princess may be a pain in our asses, but she is still one of our own, and we protect ours even if she did this shit to herself.
Prez raises his hand to quiet the room. “I know we all want to be a part of this. We are a bunch of bulls in a china shop, and as explained to me, this situation is bigger than us.” He looks over to Savvy and then around the room. “This situation needs a level of finesse. They are in a hotel in the center of town filled with innocent civilians. As much as I hate it, and it grates on my motherfucking nerves not to charge in with guns blazing. Bellamy already has a team and all the resources needed to make this quietly bloody.” Prez chuckles. “They also have a few things that they need to handle.” Prez looks at Savvy, who gives him a blank stare, and then at Blaze, who also gives him a blank stare. Shaking his head, he continues,
“Blaze, are you connected to the team?” Blaze stares at his father for a minute and nods. He walks over to the open computer and presses a few buttons. I remember them talking about the upgrades they did in this room, and I didn’t see any of it until now. A large flat screen retracts from the ceiling, surprising the fuck out of me and a few of my brothers. We all watch on as several mini-feeds flicker on the screen. One shows a guy, who I assume is the clergyman, knocked out, gagged, and hogged-tied. The others are at the hotel entrance, the parking lot, a room window, and halls and doors. I’m assuming one of those doors is where Princess is located.
