Page 33 of Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards MC #1)

Much like I’d teased his cock, Inglorious repeated the favour with my nipples. My pussy walls spasmed at his ministrations, and I cried out. Who the hell knew that nipple play could make a woman orgasm? Because I was heading in that direction.

Inglorious grunted as I ground against him, and soft cries left my mouth. Disbelief flooded me as Inglorious stepped back just as I was about to hit my peak.

“I said I’d get you off!” Inglorious said and sent me a sexy, slow smirk.

Fuck that!

I reared up and slipped off the table and had rounded him before he knew it.

Inglorious reached for me, but I shoved him hard, and his ass hit the table.

My hands undid his jeans as he ripped his tee off.

While my hands were busy with his buttons, my mouth feasted on the skin in front of me.

There were scars, which I traced with my tongue before kissing each of them.

In revenge, I took his tight little nipples into my mouth and nipped them, sending shivers of gentle pain through him. Inglorious liked that because if anything, his cock got harder. His belt slipped out of its loops, and I wondered briefly what he was doing.

Then I was distracted by the object of my pussy’s focus.

I freed his cock, and I swooped. Using my mouth, I began sucking Inglorious off intensely. I wanted him at fever pitch just like I was.

Inglorious’s hands slid into my hair, and he held me in place as he fucked my mouth.

I could sense the restraint in him and his iron control.

Inglorious could have choked me with the monster cock he had, but he was gentle and careful.

Pre-cum spilt on his tip, and I sucked him clean.

The vein in his cock throbbed, and I guessed he was close to coming.

I sucked him a little harder, and then suddenly, Inglorious pulled my head up. Before I realised what was happening, I’d been spun around, and my hands were tied behind my back with his belt. What the fuck?

“Told you, Nanci, you obey me,” Inglorious purred in my ear as he bent me over the desk. I whimpered as he nudged my legs open and rubbed his cock against my pussy.

“Put it in,” I growled, and Inglorious chuckled.

“When I’m ready,” he retorted and yanked my panties down.

Inglorious slid a finger between my wet folds, and I shifted to meet him.

A hand came down to spank my ass, and I growled at him.

Inglorious chuckled as he continued teasing my clit.

He knelt between my legs, and his mouth touched me, and I exploded.

Inglorious kept sucking and teasing as my orgasm kept going.

I swear I saw stars, and I nearly blacked out from the force of it.

Panting, I tried to focus, but I ended up giving in. Riding the waves, I cried my pleasure as Inglorious continued lavishing attention on my clit. No sooner had my first abated than my pussy clenched, and I felt a second begin to build. Shit, Inglorious would kill me.

Inglorious rose to his feet and shifted me a little, and then his cock slammed into me. I gasped as his cock filled me. Inglorious paused, revelling in being inside me at last. He traced a finger across my lower back.

“You’ll have Property of Inglorious tattooed here, Nanci, you hear me?” “The hell I will,” I replied. His hand spanked me harder, and I mewed and shoved against his cock. “Fuck me!”

“Property of Inglorious,” he repeated, and I shook my head.

Inglorious pulled out and then shoved back in hard, and my eyes nearly crossed at the sensation of him.

“I intend to deny you release,” he promised.

“Bastard.”

“Yup. Agree, Nanci and I’ll fuck you harder than anyone ever has,” Inglorious promised. He pulled out slightly and shoved back in.

“Okay!” I cried as his fingers played with my clit again. With a satisfied grunt, Inglorious let loose.

He pounded into me as he yanked on his belt and arched my back upwards.

An arm banded under my breasts as Inglorious held me in place and fucked me senseless.

I couldn’t do anything but take his cock, and that made me even more aroused.

I’d always been in control, but this was something I’d not experienced.

Inglorious sent me spiralling a second time.

He was like a powerhouse as he fucked me through my second orgasm and began working towards his own.

I was putty in his hands, powerless and vulnerable, and yet I knew he’d never hurt me.

Inglorious pinched my nipples, and his arm tightened as I felt his balls draw up tight, and then with a shout, he spilt inside me.

He shoved me face down and held me in place as he rode his release out.

Inglorious bent over me, resting on his hands as he panted, and I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

Damn, he beat Scythe hands down but I’d never tell either of them that!

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” I agreed. Well, we might have guessed our sex life would be as explosive as our normal relationship. Inglorious untied my hands and rubbed my wrists. He carefully checked me for marks even while his cock remained inside of me.

“Ready to go again,” he breathed into my ear as his cock made a second twitch. My eyes widened.

“Already?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Inglorious hissed and slapped my ass as I felt his cock harden again. O.M.G. He was a fuckin’ porn star, a sexual powerhouse. Someone call nine-one-one, because my pussy might need resuscitating by the time we finished!

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I lay in the bath two hours later in Inglorious’s arms. The one thing I liked about his old room, which I’d claimed, was the huge ass bath.

Bubbles spilt around us, and I was worn out.

Inglorious’s cock was inside me once more, and we’d just made love again.

Five orgasms he’s given me. Five! Holy shit.

Inglorious had three of his own to brag about. He was one of the most unselfish lovers I’d come across, not that there’d been many—and none like him.

“I have a new addiction,” Inglorious muttered happily.

“Oh?”

“Your pussy. It’s mine, and it’s pretty and perfect.”

I laughed. “If you say so.”

“I fuckin’ do. Nanci, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and then keep you in my bed.”

“If you do that, I might starve to death,” I quipped.

“Then I’ll feed you. Nanci… I ain’t ever said this to anyone, not this way…” Inglorious broke off, unsure.

A frown descended. Inglorious should know he can say anything to me. “What?” I prompted.

“I love you.”

A gasp left me, and I twisted in his arms. His cock slipped free as I thanked God for the wide bath, as water splashed over the top a little.

“What?”

“I love you,” Inglorious repeated.

“I love you, too,” I replied and kissed him.

His cock twitched, and I straddled his lap, rising above him like Aphrodite emerging from the sea. Inglorious positioned his cock, and I slid down on him. A gasp left me, and I leant back and let Inglorious do the work!

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“About time you emerged,” Daisy-Duke catcalled as we entered the rec room. Inglorious grinned, but I blushed.

“Gory!” Kya yelled, dashing across the floor and into his arms. Inglorious lifted her and blew raspberries on her before dropping a kiss on her head.

“I enjoy seeing that; he’s good with her,” Daisy-Duke replied.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Astute green eyes examined me. “I see Inglorious fucked you senseless.”

“Daisy-Duke!” I exclaimed, but she laughed.

“Darlin’, if he hadn’t, Lasher would take him aside and give him tips. No need for that because that man is strutting,” Daisy-Duke said.

I glanced over at Inglorious and saw he was indeed strutting. There was no hiding what we’d been doing, not that I’d intended to. Inglorious had a smug look on his face, but when he looked at me, it softened, and love took over. Daisy-Duke hissed in a sharp breath.

“Shit, it’s like looking at a younger Lasher,” she muttered. “Lasher still looks at me that way.”

“I’m glad he does,” I murmured.

“Every woman should have a man who thinks she’s his entire world.

If a man doesn’t, then he’s not worth her time.

Inglorious is crazily in love with you, Nanci, and I think you feel the same.

” “I do. It’s taken time, and there’s been a lot of emotional baggage to get over.

But I always loved him. The difference is, I love him as a woman now, not a girl. ”

“He won’t slip into drinking again. Inglorious is as stubborn as they come. Once he’s decided, Inglorious won’t ever back down. He’ll stay sober,” Daisy-Duke said.

“I know. In a couple of weeks, I’ll give him the presidency back. But a tiny part of me wants to make him suffer a little more,” I replied honestly.

Daisy-Duke laughed hard. “Well, damn, girl. You’re going to make a great Queen Bee.”

“I hope so!”