Scorpions MC: Gods And Monsters Part 13

I parked the Harley and lifted my bride off the bike. People cheered as I carried her into the lobby and made my way to the elevator. I'd come earlier to register so that nothing stole our time. How on earth I'd lasted this long, I wasn't sure, but I couldn't wait a minute longer to claim Mia.

Mia had slung her arm around my neck and as we rode up to our floor, she removed her face from my chest where she'd buried it and kissed my throat.

"Cobra," she moaned. "I love you so much."

"Mrs. Malone." I said, "I f.u.c.king love you too."

Her voice was raspy. "Mia Malone. I like it, Mr. Malone."

"Jesus, baby, you're making it hard to see straight," I told her. I swiped the magnetic card and kicked the door open. I set her on her feet just inside the doorway. My cut and t-s.h.i.+rt were first to go. I flung them on the floor, not giving a f.u.c.k where it landed.

Pressing Mia against the wall, I started stripping the dress off her. Yeah, it was beautiful on her, but I wanted it off. I wanted to wors.h.i.+p every inch of her with my hands, my mouth and my c.o.c.k.

Thank f.u.c.k she hadn't chosen a dress with a million b.u.t.tons. I wouldn't be responsible for my actions, being so frustrated that I'd rip the f.u.c.king skirt off my bride to get to her p.u.s.s.y.

Control, Cobra. She's still a virgin.

My c.o.c.k didn't want to hear it.

Mia stepped out of the dress, wearing only a white lacy bra and panties, showing off her smooth caramel skin to perfection.

s.h.i.+t like this should be illegal. It's what made men and kingdoms crumble.

My d.i.c.k jerked its approval. With shaky hands, Mia undid the b.u.t.tons of my jeans, biting into her bottom lip as she concentrated on the task. I helped her by sliding the zipper down and stepping out of my pants.

Taking a step forward, Mia pushed my boxers down and gasped.

"Oh G.o.d, it's so big," she groaned, her eyes wide.

"Mia?"

"I . . . I've never seen a c.o.c.k," she said, her skin growing flushed from her neck upward to her cheeks.

"Touch me," I commanded.

Cool fingers stroked over the hard rod pointing at her.

"Hmmm . . ." she hummed, licking her lips.

"Hold my b.a.l.l.s, Mrs. Malone," I said, my voice low and gruff.

Her hand cupped my b.a.l.l.s and weighted them. Then she squeezed. f.u.c.k, it was so hot I wanted to just explode already. Her palm closed over my shaft and she moved her hand up and down. She was a f.u.c.king natural.

"Yeah, baby, get me off so I can calm the f.u.c.k down and give you the attention you need. The state I'm in I'll never be able to go slow."

She smiled at me from under her lashes, wicked and alluring as h.e.l.l.

"I can taste it?" she asked in a husky voice.

"h.e.l.l yeah, do whatever you want."

Pleased with my answer, she smiled. She pushed me back into a big chair and knelt at my feet. Jesus.

Looking down at her perfect face, her perfect t.i.ts, and her perfect a.s.s, it wouldn't be long before she had me eating out of her hands. She licked over the tip slowly, moaning as she explored every inch of my c.o.c.k with her tongue. I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and pushed all of me inside her mouth. She took me in, all of my length disappearing into the warm wet cavity. Then she started sucking with her sweet lips. Up and down. Up and down. My eyes rolled back in my head as I leaned back into the cus.h.i.+ons, giving over to the pleasure she was giving me while exploring fearlessly.

Just as I felt I couldn't hold back a second longer, she gently bit into my shaft.

"f.u.c.k!" I yelled.

Startled, she popped my c.o.c.k out of her mouth.

I sat up and stared at her. This woman was going to f.u.c.king kill me. My virgin wife was going to be the f.u.c.k of a lifetime. She was still green and already she instinctively knew my hot b.u.t.tons.

"S . . . sorry," she started. "I got greedy."

"No baby, it's f.u.c.king perfect. Just what I want. But I need to c.u.m, okay?"

Smiling she nodded and her lips went back around my d.i.c.k.

I gripped her hair and f.u.c.ked her mouth slowly, then let my release take over. I wanted to pull out, but she held the base of my c.o.c.k and swallowed every drop.

Heaven. This was f.u.c.king heaven.

I closed my eyes as her lips kissed up my torso until she met mine. Her fire and eagerness to please me undid me. She kissed me so I could taste myself on her lips. It was s.e.xy as f.u.c.k, something I'd never done before.

"Now it's your turn, Mrs. Malone. I get to make the most beautiful woman in the world mine. I'm the luckiest b.a.s.t.a.r.d walking this planet," I chuckled.

Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to the bad and lay her down gently. Thank f.u.c.k she had emptied my b.a.l.l.s somewhat because now I could go slow and give her what she deserved. Slow and gentle.

I wanted to make love to my wife the first time. Yeah, I would f.u.c.k her too, but now I needed to show her my heart. How she filled it with love.

Her eyes were wide as I slowly moved the straps of her bra off her shoulders, kissing her skin as my hands followed. I reached behind her and undid the clip, lifting the lacy fabric off her body.

Those t.i.ts. Perfect. Full. Just more than a handful. I kissed and sucked and wors.h.i.+pped them until she writhed beneath me.

I moved down her body and slipped my thumbs under the white lace of her panties, pulling them down slowly as I feasted my eyes on her, discovering her inch by f.u.c.king inch.

Her shyness overtook her for a moment as I pulled them off her and she moved to cover herself from my gaze. "No baby, don't hide. You are f.u.c.king perfect. So perfect." I said as I gripped her wrists and held them above her head so I could drink her in. I dipped my head and kissed her deep, careful not to crush her under my body.

"f.u.c.k me, Cobra. Please," she whimpered.

"Not yet, baby. First I need you ready for me."

"I am. I want your c.o.c.k inside me."

"I know. But first, I need you to relax. I'm going to make you come with my tongue, so that when I go inside you aren't as desperate as what you are now."

She wanted to argue. "Hush, Mrs. Malone. Trust me, yeah?"

She nodded.

"Open your legs. I want to see you."

Shyness overtook her.

"Mia, how am I gonna f.u.c.k you, baby, if you don't open for me?"

"Oh," she sighed, splaying her legs open so that her glistening p.u.s.s.y was on display.

"f.u.c.k me," I groaned.

She moved to close her legs, a small frown between her brows. I caught her knees and held her open, sniffing deeply.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a small voice.

"Nothing, baby. I've never seen anything more beautiful. Your p.u.s.s.y is wet and swollen, waiting for me to taste you. I'm going down to kiss your p.u.s.s.y, okay?"

She bit into her lip and nodded, her one hand on her breast. f.u.c.k she was hot. My c.o.c.k was ready to get inside, but knew I had to wait. Let her o.r.g.a.s.m at least once on my tongue. Get her so relaxed that when my c.o.c.k finally took her, it wouldn't hurt as much.

I dipped my head and licked over her p.u.s.s.y. "Cobra," she cried out, arching her back and pus.h.i.+ng her p.u.s.s.y up to my face.

I feasted on her, eating her out, sucking, licking, taking my time to pleasure her until she shuddered and screamed my name.

"Oh G.o.d, Oh G.o.d, please f.u.c.k me, please," she begged.

With a grin I moved up the bed. As much as I enjoyed her p.u.s.s.y, I couldn't wait for us to finally become one.

I pumped my c.o.c.k as she watched, holding her breath.

"Breathe, baby, breathe," I reminded her.

She smiled and let out a long slow breath, then inhaled again, her eyes glued to my c.o.c.k. I rubbed the pre-c.u.m into the tip to lubricate the head.

"Ready, Mrs. Malone?"

"Ready, Mr. Malone. Make me yours."

I did. I slid in slowly, inch by inch, pulling back all the way each time, painstakingly slowly sliding back in until I felt her wall. It was mine to take. It made my blood race through my body, a rush such as I'd never had before.

"Dig your nails into me. Scream, bite, whatever you want. It's time."

"Yes," she hissed. "Do it."

Her words pushed me to the edge. I pulled back and rammed into her fast, taking her virginity in one fluid movement. She gasped, then dug her nails into me as I filled her up with all of me.

"You're f.u.c.king perfect," I said, overwhelmed by love for this woman who was now mine. "I f.u.c.king love you so much."

"Baby, I love you," she said as I drew back to look into her eyes.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said as I soaked up the few tears that had slipped from her eyes with my lips.

"You didn't hurt me. I was ready. I'm crying because you made me yours at last. I never thought this day would come. I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Mia. Mine. You are f.u.c.king mine forever."

I made love to my bride-as many times as she could take me. Until I had to tell her no. She was going to kill me. Now she'd started, she didn't want to stop.

And me? I couldn't get enough of her. I'd never stop wanting her. In every way a man wants his woman.

Chapter 28 - Cobra.

"Call Razor and Ryder, I need to talk to the three of you." Malone's coughing had gotten progressively worse and it was painful to watch him suffer the way he did. These days he had an oxygen tank beside his bed that he was hooked up to for most of the time.

"Okay. Ryder isn't here, but as soon as he arrives back from the job I sent him to do, we'll come."

Closing the door behind me quietly, I left the room to let my brother's know the old man wanted to see us. It was rare for him to request we all be present at the same time. It had to be something important.

I nearly b.u.mped into Ryder as I walked into the club room.

"You're back early," I greeted him gruffly.

"Don't look so f.u.c.king happy to see me," Ryder said with a playful grin.

I didn't smile back. Worry was eating my insides out, so I sounded a lot harsher than I intended when I replied. "Malone wants to see the three of us."

"Oh," Ryder said on an exhale. "s.h.i.+t."

"Call Razor and come to his room," I said as I made my way back.

I pushed the door open to find Malone staring at old photographs. I swallowed the thickness in my throat as I approached his bed. I already knew which picture it was he held.

Us.

Happier days.

My father's favorite picture was of us as a young family when Razor was only six months old, and Daemon and I were dressed identically as my mother liked to do. Ma was smiling proudly at the camera. She had a perverse pleasure in people not being able to tell us apart. Even Malone was smiling in that photo as if he and Mom had a private joke they were sharing.

"Take a seat. Are Razor and Ryder on their way?" These days he tired really quickly and he was finding it difficult to take his next breath.

I nodded as I sat on the chair by the window. Moments later they entered the room, each holding two cups of coffee.