Brooklyn’s hips bucked as she rode my tongue and I fucked her with my mouth while gripping her arse to hold her in place, loving the taste of her and the wetness which coated my lips, proving her desire for me was just as powerful as mine for her.
I drove my tongue into her opening, circling it slowly before licking my way up and over her clit and sucking on it just hard enough to make her explode for me.
Brooklyn came so loudly that I was certain anyone on the other side of that door would know exactly what we were doing in here, but I couldn’t summon a single fuck to give on that matter as I got to my feet and freed my cock from my pants.
I lifted the chainmail over my head and dropped it, wanting less obstructions between us and groaning as I crushed her against the door and I got to experience the blissful feeling of her tits pressing to my bare skin.
I lifted her into my arms once more, kissing her hard so that she could taste herself on me and making her moan loudly as my cock pressed between her thighs, moving through the slickness of her arousal as I lined myself up to take her.
I pinned her against the door with my body, drawing back so that I could look into those bright blue eyes as she dug her heels into my arse and whimpered for me, her perfect tits pressing to my chest as the space dividing us disappeared.
I dropped a hand to my pocket, taking the ring I’d gotten her from the same place I’d bought her knife. I slid it onto her finger so that she could see the large, black diamond which now sat there before laying her hand against my chest and taking hold of her arse again.
I drove myself into her slowly, groaning at how perfectly tight she felt wrapped around my shaft and listening to the way she moaned in pleasure at the feeling of me filling her.
When I was fully sheathed inside her, she fisted her hands in my hair and drew my mouth down so that it was in line with hers, speaking in the space between us as she looked deep into my eyes and took complete control of me.
“Show me what it’s like to be married to a man built of sin and corruption, Niall. I want to know what it is to be yours.”
“Anything you say, wife. I’m yours to command,” I promised her, leaning in to take that kiss and gripping her arse tighter as I began to fuck her against the door, sealing this bond between us and making her mine in a way that no being on this foul earth could take from us no matter how hard they tried.
Brooklyn cried out for more with every thrust of my hips and I fucked her with a passion I hadn’t even realised I was capable of, losing myself in the blissful feeling of her body owning mine and driving my cock into her with the recklessness of the fire which lived between us.
The door rattled on its hinges and my muscles bunched and flexed with the effort of satisfying her while she tugged on my hair so hard it was at risk of tearing from the roots.
She bit down on my neck as she came for me and a roar of passion escaped my lips as the feeling of her body tightening around mine sent me over the edge too, my cock thrusting deep while I came so fucking hard that I saw stars.
I dragged her closer as I held her there, my arms tightening around her in a possessive, protective way which challenged any and all entities within this world to just try and take her from me. Because I wouldn’t let them have her. No matter what it took, I’d keep her safe. I swore that as I held her in my arms, the words dancing against the skin of her neck where my lips were pressed flush to her skin and the weight of them settling into the world never to be denied.
I was her creature now and she was mine and no matter what came at us following on from this, I would protect her from it with all I had or burn the fucking world to the ground if I failed.
N iall had the driver man take us back to the strip and I watched all the colours whizz by in a flurry. Las Vegas was determined to shine as brightly as the sun, burning away the night and rivalling every celestial being in the sky.
Holy tits, I was a married woman, an old ball and chain, a spouse. Ick, I hated all of those terms. I didn’t wanna be a spouse. That didn’t suit me and Niall at all. No, I was like his…screwball. And he was mine in return.
“We’d best get home now, lass,” Niall said, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. “We’ve risked a lot in coming here.”
My heart dropped into the ocean of my stomach and swam away into the dark. “But…”
I gazed wistfully out at the playground of sin beyond the window, my soul aching for a taste of it. There was so much music and sparkles and secrets beckoning me through extravagant doorways, begging me to come explore. I placed my fingers to the window as a whimper built in my throat.
“Oh, Jesus, come on now, don’t be upset, Spider. I’ll bring ya back here another time, when yer less wanted by the police,” Niall promised, but it did nothing to quiet the starving creature in me. She wanted to come out and roam the streets, see the sights, delight in the wicked deeds a city like this could offer.
I turned to look at him, my lower lip quivering and my brows knitting together. “Please. Just for a millisecond. A ladybird of a millisecond,” I begged and Niall cocked his head at me, a frown creasing his brow.
“Don’t look at me like that, you know how easily I can be persuaded by a bad idea. I’m tryin’ to protect ya,” he said earnestly.
“But what about Glenda?” I breathed, resting a hand over my heart where my little duck resided.
“What about her?” he asked.
“She’ll die if she doesn’t get excited once in a while. She needs me to get out there and make her quack.”
“Alright, fuck it. Let’s go make her quack. Pull over, lad,” he barked at the driver and the man veered over to the side of the road.
“No more than ten ladybirds, alright?” Niall said and I nodded, squealing as I lunged at him and kissed him hard on the lips. I sank into that kiss as he pushed his tongue between my lips and I considered swinging my leg over his lap and claiming my screwball right here, all over again. But my ladybirds were already scurrying away and I didn’t want to miss out on this big bright city.
I yanked myself away from him and he grinned darkly at me as he threw the door open, stepping out and offering me his hand like I was a countess stepping out of a carriage. I slid my palm into his and he pulled me onto the sidewalk beside the huge pool of water where the fountains had been bursting and spraying before, but now it was all quiet and calm.
I spun away from Niall, looking up at the beautiful glittery buildings, spinning around and around on my heels as I took it all in.
“Where to first then, little psycho?” Niall asked and I stopped spinning, everything still whirring around me in a blur except him. Not him. The wild man who grounded me, who was one of the few solid things in a sea full of light and noise.
“I don’t know, um, that – no – that!” I pointed from building to building, my heart thrashing as I tried to decide. “No, that one. That one.”
Someone bumped into me as I spun around again and nearly knocked me onto my ass.
Niall was at my side in a flash, his hand pressing to my lower back and a growl rolling up his throat as I stared after the dickmunch who’d knocked into me. He was making his way towards the crowd that was gathering before the fountain and my lips parted with a gasp as he turned his head halfway in my direction, recognition crashing into me.
“Holy tits, that’s Esteban,” I said, my nails digging into Niall’s arm as my psycho’s gaze zeroed in on the man my mom had married and left me for.
“Well, he’s about to be a dead Esteban,” Niall growled, but I squeezed his arm to keep him from advancing on my stepfather.