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“I…”

  She swallowed hard.

  “…I haven’t. Nobody… Nobody ever satisfied me like you, Jon.”

  “That’s all this has to be.”

  I slowly started moving toward her. Her eyes closed slowly. She didn’t move her face as my lips neared hers.

  “That’s all this is…”

  I rushed my face forward and kissed her. My tongue shot into her mouth. Our deep kiss echoed off the walls of her darkened apartment.

  And just like that, the fire I always had for her was ignited.

  She moaned softly as I moved my face along her neck. I kissed her soft flesh, tasting her with my tongue. At the same time, I worked my hands on her breasts. I massaged her through her top and pulled another moan out of her.

  “Tell me,” I whispered. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you ever had.”

  “You’re the best…”

  “Say it.”

  “You’re the best fuck I ever had.”

  I pulled away long enough to pull her shirt over her head. Seeing her creamy white skin in her black bra had me rock hard. I rushed my face back to her chest and pulled her bra down just enough to suck on her nipples. The taste of the pink flesh brought back the best kind of memories.

  I cradled her tits in my hands, taking turns sucking on each one. Anna rocked her head back and ran her hands over the back of my head. The sound of her whimpering in anticipation was enough to make any man explode right then and there. It was taking everything I could to hold back.

  She pushed me off of her so that we could go even further.

  She helped me out of my vest. My shirt followed. Her hands moved down toward my belt buckle. We were both breathing hard, frantically trying to tear each other’s clothes off in a fit of lust.

  My belt undone and my zipper down, my jeans fell down to my ankles. My face met hers and the sound of more sloppy kisses filled the apartment.

  I fiddled with the top of her jeans and finally managed to get them down to her ankles. She fell back on the couch.

  I took a moment to stand up straight so that I could look at her.

  Her bra hanging off her breasts. Her jeans around her ankles. Her black thong barely enough to cover the pussy that I knew was soaking wet behind it. She was so pale underneath the moonlight shining in through the window.

  She stared at me, breathing hard through her nose like she was trying to hold back as much as I was. But I would have been just fine admiring my goddess the way she was now.

  I waited for more than five years for this. Looking at her now, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I grabbed her thong and rolled it down her thighs. Her smooth pussy was leaking as if it were calling out to me.

  “Come on… Give it to me…”

  She reached up and tugged my boxers down to my knees. My swollen cock popped up hard and erect. Anna took into her mouth and sucked on it just to get me revved up a little bit more before leaning back on the bed.

  But I wasn’t gonna have her so easily.

  “Come here.”

  She gasped as I pulled her up from the couch. I turned her around and slapped her on the ass. She squealed in delight and giggled. I pressed my cock against her as she leaned up against me.

  “You like that?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Yeah, you know what I like…”

  I smacked her ass again and pulled another yelp from her. The sound of her giggling from the stinging pain I knew she felt only made me want her even more.

  I reached my hand around her neck and cupped her throat. A stifled gasp barely escaped from her as I started to squeeze.

  “You liked it rough,” I said. “You knew just how to make me want you. You were a slut, my slut…”

  “I… I was your slut…”

  The sound of her choked gasps was music to my ears. She didn’t protest though. She let me manhandle her like she’d done so many times before. No woman could make me want her like Anna could.

  One hand around her throat, I tangled my other hand in her hair. I took a firm grip and pulled her head back. She stood helplessly in front of me, panties and jeans around her ankles, bra hanging off of her breasts. She was gasping in a combination of pain and ecstasy as I whispered into her ear.

  “Say you want me. Say you want me to fuck you.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Say my name.”

  “I want you to fuck me… Jon… Fuck me… Ghost…”

  I squeezed my hand around her throat to cut her off. She gasped as she choked for a few seconds before I finally released her. She inhaled deep breaths as she tried to regain her composure. Before she had a chance to recover, I pushed her back down on the couch and bent her over.

  She fell on all fours and giggled. I positioned myself behind her. She turned around and gave me that devilish look. It was like being with her for the first time all over again. No matter how many times I fucked her, it still felt just as good. Now wasn’t gonna be any different.

  I gripped her waist and pulled her closer to me. I looked down and saw the small tattoo on the small of her back. The tiniest little Reaper logo was visible.

  “Fuck me…” she groaned. “Just fuck me already…”

  I gave her another hard slap on the ass and watched her flesh vibrate. Her body was primed and ready for me.

  I grabbed my cock and held it at her entrance. The heat emanating from her would have made any man come right on the spot.

  “Fuck me, Jon… Give it to me… Dammit…”

  She was pleading for me as I teased her pussy with my tip. She was so fucking wet, I knew I could slide right in. But I wasn’t gonna have her so easily. I’d waited this long. I was gonna savor it.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t think you want it,” I said.

  “What?” she exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

  She looked back at me, her brow furrowed in anger.

  “You’re gonna make me beg for it?”

  “That’s right. Beg for it, Anna.”

  “Please… Oh, fuck… Please give it to me—Hngh!”

  She groaned as I shoved my cock into her. She was tight but so wet that I was able to slide into her without much effort.

  “Fuck…”

  I couldn’t hold back a grunt from how good it felt. My entire body was being consumed by her.

  My grip on her waist firmed as I started to thump my body against her ass. The sound of our bodies colliding grew louder and louder.

  “You like that?” I grunted.

  “Yes… Yes… Harder… Fuck!”

  I followed her orders, shoving my cock into her like I was trying to break her in half. I squeezed her waist so tight I knew there would be marks.

  I pounded her pussy. She whimpered uncontrollably from my thrusts. Her hair whipping back and forth. Tits swinging underneath her. Ass in the air and presented to me.

  She was my slut. She was my goddess. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

  I started grunting even harder. The pleasure inside of me made my balls tighten up against me. My cock was gonna fucking explode.

  “Fuck… I’m gonna come…”

  “Come inside of me…”

  She reached down with her hand and started rubbing herself.

  “…Come with me.”

  I started pounding her furiously. I wasn’t thinking about anything else. All I wanted was to empty every fucking drop I had into her.

  “I want your cum… I want your cum inside of me… Ahh-hhh…”

  Stuttered whimpers were followed by her body shuddering before me. Her wet pussy tightened around my cock.

  “Fuck!”

  I grunted as I lost myself. No man would have been able to hold back.

  I squeezed her waist in my grip and buried myself as deep into her as I could. My hilt pressed against her ass. I held myself inside of her as my cock throbbed. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard. I never wanted the feeling the end.r />
  I kept slowly massaging her insides with my cock until the feeling finally started to subside. My senses slowly returned to me. My breath steadied. My heart calmed in my chest.

  I was fucking dripping with sweat. My muscles were sore. My balls had been drained completely.

  I pulled out and collapsed on the couch. Anna fell over in front of me, laying on her belly in exhausted pleasure.

  The moonlight reflected off of her sweaty body. Even from the back, she still looked like the goddess I had fallen for all those years ago.

  It didn’t matter where we were going. It didn’t matter what happened before. The only thing that did matter was that she was here with me now. And I didn’t fucking care about anything else in the world than being with her.

  Chapter 10

  ANNA

  Seven years earlier…

  Ivory didn’t have much going for it. The big cities were miles away in every direction. There was nothing but deserts between us and the rest of civilization. I heard the argument that Ivory was a nice place to get away. If you wanted to find solitude, it was the perfect town because there was nobody here.

  Having lived here all of my life, I could tell you that the solitude that Ivory provided was just another word for boring.

  Maybe it was because I was still young. A barely 18-year-old had even less to do in a town without much to do in it to begin with. But with a fake ID and the man by my side, I managed to find something that would keep me entertained.

  And there was no better place to do it than at a bar like Finn’s.

  It was a late Friday night. The place was packed. Asshole bikers pushing and shoving each other when they got too close. Girls trying to out-slut each other in their outfits. The smell of smoke and beer filled your nostrils with every breath. Loud music. Rowdy conversation. Finn’s was a melting pot of excitement and I was right in the center of it.

  I looked up at the man standing next to me. Dark shaggy hair. A beard that was just growing in. Intricate tattoos. Tan skin. Bulging biceps that I just loved to grab. Oh, and then there was that leather kutte of his with the logo of the only MC in Ivory that mattered.

  Yeah, Jon was the hottest fucking man in the city and he was all mine.

  “You sure this is the place you wanna be?”

  That smirk on his face only made him even hotter. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the grin working its way onto my lips.

  “I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else in the world,” I said.

  He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I opened my mouth wide and sucked his tongue between my lips. The taste of smoke and beer on him let me know just what kind of a man he was. I didn’t give a shit if anybody was staring at us. I knew every man and woman in the place was jealous.

  The bartender poured another glass of beer in front of me. I pulled my lips away from Jon.

  “Now now,” I said, raising an index finger at him. “Don’t be in such a hurry. We have all night to have fun. I got something special planned for you.”

  “Is that right? What do you got planned?”

  “If I told you, that would ruin the surprise.”

  I winked at him then took a chug of my beer. I could already feel the alcohol flowing through my veins but it didn’t hurt to have even more. I’d never felt more alive than I did now.

  Jon stood by my side while I finished my drink. I noticed that his eyes were wandering on the dance floor. I turned to look at exactly what he was staring at.

  “What is it?” I said. “Some young whore caught your eye?”

  “You know I don’t have eyes for whores. Only you.”

  “Come on. I wanna have some fun.”

  I took his hand in mine and led him out onto the dance floor. I pushed my way through the crowd until we were right in the center of it.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

  “I want everybody to know that you’re fucking me tonight.”

  I tugged on his ear with my lips and grinned. Jon narrowed his eyes back at me. He wrapped his lips around my waist and pulled me close. I gasped when I felt his thick bulge in his pants.

  “What have we here?” I said. “You excited, Mr. Brooks?”

  “I’m excited. But not as excited as you.”

  He moved his hand and pressed it against my stomach. Exposing my midriff, Jon slid his palm down slowly. Even though I was drinking, I was still getting embarrassed about what he was about to do.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered.

  “I’m letting everybody know that I’m fucking you tonight.”

  I pressed my body against him and moved to the music. At the same time, Jon moved his hand down. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so it was easier for him to slide down toward the spot that was dripping for him.

  He didn’t go all the way down. He only had his fingers down just enough to find the clit that was swollen for him. My knees buckled when he started rubbing me. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and braced myself. My eyelids fluttered.

  “Oh… Shit…”

  The music was loud. The conversations were the same. It was just enough to block out the sound of me moaning from the pleasure.

  My legs started to tighten around him. My eyes watered. I was having trouble standing up straight.

  He kept his hand on the small of my back to stop me from falling over.

  “You gonna come?” he whispered.

  “Y-yeah,” I gasped.

  He rubbed me with the expertise of a fucking master. My orgasm was building inside of my stomach. My mouth opened slightly. I held onto him tight as I was just on the verge.

  “Jon… Jon, I—”

  “Hey!”

  A sudden shove shifted both Jon and me on the spot. He pulled his hand away from me.

  I quickly regained my senses and turned toward the two people next to us.

  A bald-headed thug and his slutty girlfriend. Too much makeup. Too much bleach in her hair. Not enough of an outfit. Couples like these two were a dime a dozen.

  “Watch where you’re going, bitch!” she said.

  “What did you say?” I responded.

  “You heard me! We’re trying to dance here!”

  The bald-headed punk stepped forward.

  “You need to keep an eye on your lady,” he said to Jon. “Maybe you should put a leash on her.”

  The intensity in Jon’s eyes I saw a moment ago had changed. Now he didn’t wanna fuck me. No… He wanted to mess this guy up. And I wasn’t about to stop him.

  Jon put his hand up and pushed me back as he stepped to the man.

  “I’ll give you one chance,” Jon said. “Apologize right now.”

  “I ain’t apologizing to you,” the man replied.

  “You see this?”

  Jon pointed at the Reaper patch on his chest. The skull should’ve been enough to make the man respect Jon.

  “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to,” Jon said.

  “I know who I’m talking to. I’m talking to a man who fucking doesn’t know how to keep his woman in place.”

  “Fuck you!” I shouted. “Let’s go, Jon! Kick this motherfucker’s ass!”

  Jon glanced at me with that smirk of his and turned back to the man.

  “Outside,” he said.

  “With pleasure.”

  The crowd inside of Finn’s was too distracted to be bothered by what was happening. Jon and I marched outside with the other couple just behind us. Some of the people outside smoking took notice but an outside brawl was normal. I knew that even though I’d only been to the place a few times.

  Jon took his vest off and let me hold it.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “This’ll only take a second.”

  “Make it quick. You have to finish what you started.”

  Jon winked at me and turned around.

  His muscular physique on display, Jon never looked as sexy as he did when he was about to beat the shit out of someone. It was a war
m night in Ivory. It seemed to make his muscles even more bulging as they glistened underneath the moonlight.

  “Kick his ass!”

  The woman cheered her man on. I would’ve felt a little intimidated by the bald man if I didn’t already know what Jon was capable of.

  He’d been getting into fights ever since he was a kid. Schoolyard scraps hardened him into a man who didn’t take shit from anybody.

  He put his hands up and the two men started circling one another. A few punches and Jon ducked out of the way. He responded with a pair of violent fists of his own, drawing blood from the man’s mouth.

  “That’s it, Jon. Teach this asshole a lesson.”

  Lefts and rights, Jon used every kind of punch to beat the guy into submission. But the big man wouldn’t go down. He managed to throw a hard punch that knocked Jon right in the temple.

  “Jon!”

  He stumbled down to a knee. I rushed up to him but he brushed me aside as he got back up to his feet. A small trickle of blood from his eyebrow wasn’t going to be enough to stop him.

  “That’s all you got?” the punk said, his face bloody. “I’m gonna teach you some humility.”

  He suddenly charged at Jon and tackled him to the ground. The two of them struggled with each other as more of a crowd started to gather around them.

  Suddenly, the other woman rushed up and started slapping her hands across the side of Jon’s head.

  “Hey, bitch!”

  I ran up to her and tackled her to the ground. I screamed and tried to break free from her as she pulled on my hair. I threw my fists at her face, doing everything I could to hurt her.

  The crowd around us grew louder. They screamed and hollered as all four of us were involved in the rumble. They were so loud that I didn’t notice the police sirens.

  “Break it up! Now!”

  I felt hands wrap around me and pick me up from the ground. I kept swinging until they finally bent me over the hood of the police cruiser.

  “Stop struggling.”

  I heard the calm voice of the police officer. My hands were forced behind my back and a pair of metal bracelets were locked around my wrists. I looked to the side and watched as they did the same to Jon.

  Despite the bit of blood leaking from his face, he still managed to smile at me.