Withstanding Me
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Her hands lace themselves along my spine, and she jerks me to her, her lips coming down on my chest along my scar. I groan, throwing my head back; every touch from her sizzles my skin, catching it on fire.
“Ya tebya Lyublyu,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love you.”
I love when she tells me she loves me in Russian; it does crazy things to me.
My hands roam up her bare arms and into her hair as I push her back against the bed. I whisper ‘I love you’, letting the words linger. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.
“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Where’s your birth control pills?”
She points. “In the nightstand,” she whispers. “Why?”
I edge off the bed and open the drawer, snagging up the pills. I walk to the trashcan, toss them, and return to my Angel in red.
“Braxx?” She says my name in a questionable manner.
“No more, baby. Our life may be shit, but we can make it better,” I say honestly.
“Are you sure? Because our life is dangerous, Braxx.”
I slide my hand up her right leg, locating the gun strapped to her thigh, and I unclasp the holster and slide it off.
“I’m sure Angel.” I answer as I place her gun on the nightstand.
“Okay,” she laughs and my eyes snap to hers.
“Yeah?”
I honestly thought she might fight me on this. Everything is still so new and fresh.
“Yeah,” she breathes, pulling me down on top of her by my suspenders. “Let’s make a baby.”
I shiver. Fuck do I shiver. Suddenly I find myself in a hurry. No more going slow for me. I start frantically lifting her poufy f**kin dress outta my way. No panties. I love my Angel. She’s so f**king smart.
***
Winter
My dress is hiked up to my hips, and I watch as my hot sexy ass biker husband unzips his tuxedo pants and free his large delicious cock. After he’s free, he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed, entering me slowly, causing us both to moan out in pleasure. He picks me up and carries me over to the wall, turning my back against it. Oh, yes! I love when he gets like this. My dress even provides some cushion against my back.
“Put one of your legs on the ground and wrap the other one around my waist, Angel.”
His voice is smooth, careful, precise, and full of want.
I nod my okay and do as he instructs. I have no idea where this is going now; all I know is my insides are pulsating against him, and I need him to move.
But I do wonder why he doesn’t wanna be in our bed. “Braxx, why against the wall?”
One of his hands wrap around my neck and he presses our foreheads together, his gray eyes forcing my gold ones to his.
“The first time we’re in that bed, Angel, we’re gonna be fully naked. We don’t have time for fully naked right now, baby.”
I melt.
“Okay, can you move now, please?” I beg. I can’t take it no more. I want and need him so damn bad.
He pulls back slowly until his c**k is barely in me and rams into me fast, causing me to moan. His eyes hold mine, not letting me free. He’s seizing me again. He wants me to remember this exact moment, just like the first time he seized me. His every move inside of me is done for that purpose and that purpose alone. Braxxon pushes me harder against the wall, pumping into me faster as his hand grips tighter around my neck. My heel digs into his ass as my other one presses harder against the floor.
His other hand moves to my thigh wrapped around his hip, and he digs his fingers in deep as his body continues to thrust into mine. Sweat drips from his forehead as his teeth clench tightly together. His lip piercings bite into his lips, his eyes still laced with mine, and something shifts inside me. He’s my forever demon, and I’m his forever Angel. The knowledge that he’ll be the only man that will ever hold me, kiss me, love me again makes me weak in the knees.
My body starts shaking. The orgasm he’s building inside of me is intense and strong, different from all the other times.
“Braxx,” I moan.
“Let it come, baby.” He whispers, his fingers on both hands gripping me hard as he thrusts into me quickly. Our release comes together, our moaning and panting loud and unfiltered.
When he catches his breath, he smiles at me, and my heart warms and slows to a steady pace.
“Breakneck.” I say.
He groans smashing his lips to mine, making everything right in our f**ked up world.
***
Chapter 14
Part One
It’s a Breakneck Reception
Shadow
God dammit! She pisses me off! We’re not f**kin together! Jealousy does look hot on her though. I slide my shades over my eyes, tilting the bottle of bourbon to my lips. Got to hand it to Winter; she thinks of everything, even an outside bar in the courtyard for her wedding.
I’m standing in the corner, leaning up against the concrete wall with one leg propped up and the other on the ground, just watching T. She looks so much like a f**king good girl and that usually doesn’t do anything for me. When girls look prissy and too good for anyone else, my dick wants to rip its self-off and run the other way.
She turns her head like she’s looking for someone. I almost smile, but I don’t. I just watch as she continues to seek me out. Her eyes finally land on me. She’s scowling, and her father seated next to her just follows her line of sight towards me, shaking his head in laughter. Glad that f**ker thinks this shit is funny because it’s really not. When ZZ looks away, I crook my finger at T and gesture for her to come to me. She shakes her head no, and I crook it at her again. Finally, she relents and stands up, making her way towards me. I need to make sure we’re good.
“Ya tebya Lyublyu,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love you.”
I love when she tells me she loves me in Russian; it does crazy things to me.
My hands roam up her bare arms and into her hair as I push her back against the bed. I whisper ‘I love you’, letting the words linger. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.
“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Where’s your birth control pills?”
She points. “In the nightstand,” she whispers. “Why?”
I edge off the bed and open the drawer, snagging up the pills. I walk to the trashcan, toss them, and return to my Angel in red.
“Braxx?” She says my name in a questionable manner.
“No more, baby. Our life may be shit, but we can make it better,” I say honestly.
“Are you sure? Because our life is dangerous, Braxx.”
I slide my hand up her right leg, locating the gun strapped to her thigh, and I unclasp the holster and slide it off.
“I’m sure Angel.” I answer as I place her gun on the nightstand.
“Okay,” she laughs and my eyes snap to hers.
“Yeah?”
I honestly thought she might fight me on this. Everything is still so new and fresh.
“Yeah,” she breathes, pulling me down on top of her by my suspenders. “Let’s make a baby.”
I shiver. Fuck do I shiver. Suddenly I find myself in a hurry. No more going slow for me. I start frantically lifting her poufy f**kin dress outta my way. No panties. I love my Angel. She’s so f**king smart.
***
Winter
My dress is hiked up to my hips, and I watch as my hot sexy ass biker husband unzips his tuxedo pants and free his large delicious cock. After he’s free, he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed, entering me slowly, causing us both to moan out in pleasure. He picks me up and carries me over to the wall, turning my back against it. Oh, yes! I love when he gets like this. My dress even provides some cushion against my back.
“Put one of your legs on the ground and wrap the other one around my waist, Angel.”
His voice is smooth, careful, precise, and full of want.
I nod my okay and do as he instructs. I have no idea where this is going now; all I know is my insides are pulsating against him, and I need him to move.
But I do wonder why he doesn’t wanna be in our bed. “Braxx, why against the wall?”
One of his hands wrap around my neck and he presses our foreheads together, his gray eyes forcing my gold ones to his.
“The first time we’re in that bed, Angel, we’re gonna be fully naked. We don’t have time for fully naked right now, baby.”
I melt.
“Okay, can you move now, please?” I beg. I can’t take it no more. I want and need him so damn bad.
He pulls back slowly until his c**k is barely in me and rams into me fast, causing me to moan. His eyes hold mine, not letting me free. He’s seizing me again. He wants me to remember this exact moment, just like the first time he seized me. His every move inside of me is done for that purpose and that purpose alone. Braxxon pushes me harder against the wall, pumping into me faster as his hand grips tighter around my neck. My heel digs into his ass as my other one presses harder against the floor.
His other hand moves to my thigh wrapped around his hip, and he digs his fingers in deep as his body continues to thrust into mine. Sweat drips from his forehead as his teeth clench tightly together. His lip piercings bite into his lips, his eyes still laced with mine, and something shifts inside me. He’s my forever demon, and I’m his forever Angel. The knowledge that he’ll be the only man that will ever hold me, kiss me, love me again makes me weak in the knees.
My body starts shaking. The orgasm he’s building inside of me is intense and strong, different from all the other times.
“Braxx,” I moan.
“Let it come, baby.” He whispers, his fingers on both hands gripping me hard as he thrusts into me quickly. Our release comes together, our moaning and panting loud and unfiltered.
When he catches his breath, he smiles at me, and my heart warms and slows to a steady pace.
“Breakneck.” I say.
He groans smashing his lips to mine, making everything right in our f**ked up world.
***
Chapter 14
Part One
It’s a Breakneck Reception
Shadow
God dammit! She pisses me off! We’re not f**kin together! Jealousy does look hot on her though. I slide my shades over my eyes, tilting the bottle of bourbon to my lips. Got to hand it to Winter; she thinks of everything, even an outside bar in the courtyard for her wedding.
I’m standing in the corner, leaning up against the concrete wall with one leg propped up and the other on the ground, just watching T. She looks so much like a f**king good girl and that usually doesn’t do anything for me. When girls look prissy and too good for anyone else, my dick wants to rip its self-off and run the other way.
She turns her head like she’s looking for someone. I almost smile, but I don’t. I just watch as she continues to seek me out. Her eyes finally land on me. She’s scowling, and her father seated next to her just follows her line of sight towards me, shaking his head in laughter. Glad that f**ker thinks this shit is funny because it’s really not. When ZZ looks away, I crook my finger at T and gesture for her to come to me. She shakes her head no, and I crook it at her again. Finally, she relents and stands up, making her way towards me. I need to make sure we’re good.
