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Was she scared?
They hurt her to keep her in place, but my girl fought for her freedom, only to be imprisoned here. I can’t think about what she’s suffered. It only drives my anger to alarming levels.
I flex my fists at my sides, trying to calm myself. Skye doesn’t deserve any of this, and yet we’re pawns in this game between my club and her family. I hate not knowing the next move on the board.
I push all of that aside, instead taking a moment to study her. Her tits look amazing in the little vest top she’s wearing, the voluptuous globes bursting out the top of the material. I don’t know if it’s the way she’s lying on her side that has made them look even bigger than usual or if it’s her pregnancy, but I want to take a handful and roll her nipple between my fingers until she groans my name.
I take a steadying breath, resisting the urge to shove her legs open and push inside her. I have grown, because the old Rage would’ve done that. I’m far more tempered now, so instead, I palm myself through my jeans, trying to ease the pain as my body begs for release.
Skye Richardson might share blood with that fucking prick, but she’s perfection. The lines of her body are art, and I want to see more, so I untangle her from the covers, exposing more of her to me.
She shifts in her sleep, moving a little as if trying to work out where the blankets went, but she doesn’t wake. My gaze is drawn to her full mouth, parted slightly as she takes slow and steady breaths. I want to kiss her, but not there. I have another destination in mind for that.
I roll her onto her back, sucking in a breath as I take in the tiny fucking sleep shorts she’s wearing. I don’t know who the fuck gave them to her, but I almost come in my jeans. They fit snug around her thighs, barely covering her pussy and exposing a lot of skin.
I trail my fingers along her leg, just above her knee and up her thigh, stopping at the apex before her pussy. She stirs again, but her eyes remain shut, a contented little sigh escaping her lips.
She’s making this fucking hard to resist, and I’m done trying to be a decent human. I want to give her something good, and the only thing I have is my body.
I skim my fingers over the waistband of the shorts, the silky feel of them under my pads satisfying. They’re some kind of stretchy material that sits high on her stomach, protectively encasing the area where our child is growing. Without thinking, I splay my fingers over her stomach.
She’s around eight weeks along now, and although there’s no obvious bump there to the untrained eye, I can see where she’s started to fill out around her hips and her middle. Skye was slim before she got pregnant, so even the smallest amount of added weight gives her a curve that could be mistaken for bloat.
I close my eyes, trying to imagine what she’s going to feel like and look like when she’s five, six, even nine months along. I’m already hard as a rock knowing I put a baby in her without seeing the evidence of it in her body.
My hand wanders a little lower, feeling the slit of her pussy through her shorts. I apply a little pressure there, circling around where I think her clit is. I know when I have the right spot because her thighs shift together and she lets out a moan in her sleep.
I press harder, circling faster, and feeling her wetness seeping through the material. Her breath starts to rip out of her, but it’s not enough. I need to taste her.
Pulling my fingers away, I smirk as she lets out a frustrated sound, and then I pull out my pocket knife and flick it open. My gaze splits as I slip the blade under the fabric and carefully slice it open. The material remains around her body, but I cut enough to give me the access I desire.
To my satisfaction, Skye ain’t wearing underwear, so as soon as I peel the stretchy material back, I’m looking at her glistening pussy as well as a patch of dark, neatly trimmed hair above her folds.
I shut the blade and put my knife away before I dip my finger into her wetness, and she is wet. Even in sleep, her body reacted to my stimulation. She’s soaked, and I want to taste her sweetness.
There’s a voice in my head that tells me to stop, that this is wrong, but I block it out. I want her, and I’m going to have her.
I grip the top of her thighs, spreading her legs wide enough for me to get my face between them. Holding them apart, I drag my tongue from the bottom of her cunt to the top. The first taste of her makes me groan. Fuck, she is perfection, and all my anxiety and tension is ready to be released inside her, but not yet. I want to explore her body first.
I lick her again, swirling and stabbing my tongue into her pussy. Skye’s breath catches as she writhes on the sheets. I keep going, bringing one hand to grip her just above her clit. I part her folds and see her swollen bud before I press my thumb against it.
Instantly, her hips lift off the mattress and she whimpers, gasping for breath as I apply more pressure and hold her in place as best I can.
I flatten my tongue along her slit, dancing through her folds as I try to bring her to climax.
“What are… what are you doing?” Her voice is drowsy as she comes out of her sleepy state.
I don’t answer her. I grip her hip and lower abdomen, holding her still as I continue to lick her out and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Rage?” I don’t answer. I’m too busy tasting her. “Beau.” She tries to get my attention again, leaning up on her elbows, but I don’t allow her any room to move. “Beau, what…” Whatever she was going to say gets swallowed by a breathless moan.
I can’t hide how much I fucking like hearing that sound from her, and I like it even better as it continues to build to crescendo. I don’t focus on anything but continuing to eat her pussy like she’s my last meal. I use every trick I’ve learned over the years to make her come apart beneath me, and when her hand slips over mine, I’m not sure if she’s trying to make me apply more pressure or pull me away.
Her thighs squeeze together, nearly crushing my head between them as her orgasm shatters through her. Her pants become frantic as her body twitches under my mouth.
“Fuck…”
I give her a final lick and one more circle of her clit before I pull my face out of her pussy and lock my gaze to hers. Even in the small slither of light from the bathroom, I can see how flushed her cheeks are as she stares at me.
