Cotton: Satan's Fury MC

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered as my fingers drifted to his neck and tangled in his hair.

He leaned over me as he claimed my mouth, pressing his body into mine while his arm wrapped around my waist. Just being close to him again made me feel whole… safe and protected. I loved him, more than I ever thought possible, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. A little moan escaped my lungs as the stubble of his beard brushed across my skin. His kisses trailed along my neck, sending chills throughout my body as he carefully led me over to the bed. Once he’d lowered himself to the bed, I rested both of my knees at his side, straddling him as we continued to kiss. I eagerly reached for the hem of his t-shirt, gently pulling it over his head before removing my own and tossing it to the floor.

He gently slipped my bra strap down my shoulder, and his kisses followed his touch as he pulled my breast free, gently caressing it in his hand. My head fell back as he began to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine as he tormented my nipple with his mouth. The warmth of his breath caressed my skin when he whispered, “You’re mine, Cass. You’ve always been mine.”

Impatience overcame me, forcing me off of the bed to remove my jeans and panties. After I tossed them on the floor, I went back over to Cotton and gave his chest a light shove, signaling him to fall back on the bed. He smiled mischievously as he leaned back on the mattress. Once I unbuckled his belt, he lifted his hips just long enough for me to free him from his jeans. I’d barely gotten them off of him when he reached for me, pulling me back over on top of him. I rested my knees at his side like I’d done before, and a low growl vibrated through his chest as soon as his erection brushed against me. He looked up at me, and I could feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes roamed over my naked body. His hands snaked over my hips and up my chest as he reached for my breasts, squeezing them gently in the palm of his hands, while I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he dug his fingers into my flesh.

The anticipation of having him inside me was almost too much to bear, so I reached beneath me, taking his long, thick shaft in my hand. I slowly stroked him up and down before positioning him at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he slipped deep inside me, giving me every inch of his bulging cock. I stilled for a moment, trying to adjust to his invasion before I started to move my hips again, quickly finding the spot that drove me wild. I leaned over him, pressing my lips against his, and his hand instinctively reached for the back of my neck, grasping at the hair around the nape of my neck and holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his hips began to buck forward, thrusting his cock deeper inside me as he explored my mouth with his tongue.

My breath caught when I heard him whisper, “I love you, Cass.”

I saw the emotion cross his face as he said the words I’d longed to hear, and I had no doubt he meant every word. I looked down at him, seeing nothing but pure love in his eyes, and said, “I love you too. With all of my heart and soul.”

He placed his hands on my hips as I slowly began to move, groaning at the jolts of pleasure that shot through me. Each shift forward sent me closer to the edge. I pushed against him, forcing him further inside me, and bit my bottom lip in sweet agony when I felt the trembles of my impending orgasm. His fingers dug into my hips as he guided me back and forth, over and over again, until I reached a demanding pace. I placed my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as I tried to maintain the relentless rhythm he’d set. My body trembled with anticipation when I felt my climax building, burning through my veins.

His breath quickened as I tightened around his cock, and I could see he was struggling to maintain his control. Panting and gasping for breath, I was ready to lose control as my muscles began to quiver. He put his hands under my ass, lifting me higher as he angled inside me, finding the spot he knew would send me over the edge.

“Yes!” I cried out and dug my nails into his chest. My eyes clamped shut as my orgasm surged through my body. A loud, torturous growl escaped him as my body shook with violent tremors. I was lost in my own intoxicating pleasure when he finally found his own release. His brows furrowed as he thrust forcefully into me one last time.

I lowered myself on top of him, resting my head on his chest as I listened to our erratic breathing slow into a steady rhythm. Goosebumps rose on my skin when his lips brushed across my shoulder and along the curve of my neck. When he reached my ear, he whispered, “Mine.”





“As much as I love lying here with you, we’ve got to get up,” Cass said softly. “The guys are expecting you at the party.”

“Five more minutes.”

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