Hell's Knights

“Fuck,” Cade snarls, wrenching his lips from my sex. “Need to be in you, deep.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes. Fuck me.”

He gently lowers me, and I reluctantly let go of his cock. I place my hands on the floor and when he lets my legs go, I lower them down. Panting, I get to my feet and turn to face him; we’re both holding the same lusty expression. Cade lets his gaze travel the room, until he stops at a set of chains hanging from the roof.

“Go hold those chains baby, now.”

I do as he asks, walking over and reaching up, wrapping my fingers around the chains. He comes up behind me, sliding my hair from my neck and leaning down to brush his lips across my skin, I shiver and tighten my hold around the chains. Using his feet, he kicks my legs apart. His hard body is pressing against my back, and fuck, it feels good. He runs a hand down one of my legs, sliding his lips down my back as he goes. He grips my ankle and lifts it, putting it on a nearby toolbox. Now that I’m open and exposed, he reaches around and swipes his finger through my arousal.

“So fuckin’ ready for me.”

“Fuck me naked,” I whimper. “I got tested.”

I didn’t tell Cade, but I got myself tested for diseases. I didn’t honestly know after Jasper, if I would have any or not. I want to feel Cade, all of him, so it was my only option. Luckily for me, I am clean. Jasper must have covered himself when he was with other girls; I can only thank God for that.

Cade stiffens behind me, and rasps, “The pill?”

“On it.”

“Fuck.”

He grips my hips, grinding his erection against my ass.

“Been fucked here, sugar?” he growls.

“No,” I whimper, letting my head fall back and my hair tumble down my back.

“Won’t fuck you in a shed if you haven’t had it, that takes time.”

He jerks his hips again, taking hold of his cock and sliding it up and down my slick heat.

“Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I cry out, desperately.

With a throaty chuckle, he slips the head of his cock into my entrance. I whimper and push my backside back, needing more. He grips my hips, steadying me while he continues to feed his length inside me, little by little. One of his hands is now pressed flat against my belly, and every now and then, he puts a little pressure on it and pushes my body back.

“Cade, just fuck me,” I gasp.

He thrusts deep, filling me, stretching me. His hand slips from my belly to find my exposed clit and he gently strokes it as he pulls his cock out, and pushes it back in harder, faster.

“So fuckin’ hot for me, baby. You feel so fuckin’ good like this.”

I groan and rasp, “Pull my hair.”

“Fuck. My dirty girl.”

He tangles his hand in my hair, and jerks my head back, pressing his lips to my exposed neck while he drives his cock in and out of my heat. My fingers are throbbing around the chains; I’m gripping them so tightly. I can feel his breath on my ear as he leans over me. It’s so intense. I feel my body rising, needing my release so desperately. I’m so close; I can feel it pulsing through my body.

“Cade, oh God!” I cry out.

“Come for me, sugar,” he growls.

I thrash, not releasing my fingers as I come hard around him. My mouth opens, and I scream. Yes, scream. Cade growls behind me, and thrusts harder, hand tangled in my hair, finger rubbing my clit. A moment later, he roars and I feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. He thrusts his hips until every last drop has been wrung from his body. Then he slumps down, wraps his arms around my mid-section, and rests his mouth against my back.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

“That about covers it,” I whisper.

“Let go now, baby, I got you.”

I let go of the chains, and collapse back into his arms. He holds me like that for a long moment, before pulling back and spinning me around. He grazes his lips across mine, then pushes my sweaty hair off my face. He strokes my cheeks, and runs a finger across my bottom lip.

“Saw you talkin’ to Spike out there,” he gruffly says.

“Spike’s not so bad, Cade.”

“Never said he was.”

“He’ll forgive you one day. I know he will.”

“Maybe.”

Cade’s gruff voice tells me he doesn’t want to talk about it any further, so I pull back and smile up at him.

“I should go and get some clothes, it’s time for work,” I frown.

Cade grins at me. “Tough life, eh?”

I giggle. “Yeah, tough.”

“You want a lift?”

“No, I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”

“Not fuckin’ walkin’, sugar, end of fuckin’ story.”

Well then.

“I’ll ask around, see if anyone can take me then. Most of the girls are finishing their shifts now,” I say.

He nods. “You do that, yeah? I gotta keep makin’ some calls, but you come back if you can’t get a lift, and I’ll take you.”

“Have you gotten closer to finding him?”

“Nah, seems the fucker is good at hiding.”

“It’ll come good; he’ll stuff up somewhere.”

Cade doesn’t look so confident, but he forces a smile for me anyway. “Call me when you get back, yeah?”

“Got you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Missin’ something vital there, sugar,” he chuckles, staring at my bare ass.