Page 18 of Skully’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #2)

Skully

I heard her alarm go off. The sound of the bed creaking as she climbed out of it.

Her feet padding softly across the floor then the bathroom door closing.

I pressed my ear closer to the wall, listening to every movement until I finally heard her open her door and leave.

She was heading down to the office to work. And I sat and waited.

Filling my day with useless activities until the clock struck five.

The big question mark was hanging in the air of whether I would see her today.

After breaking into her room, violating her body without so much as giving her an apology, I’m not sure she’ll be back. If she were smart, she would stay away.

The seconds tick slow when you’re waiting.

I try to kill the time. Spending extra time washing the marker off my hands in the shower.

Trimming my beard. Sniffing through all my old cologne, deciding which ones still smell good.

Organizing my closet and drawers, taking out old, worn clothes that make me look homeless.

Ordering some new ones. I even sweep the floor and dust the surfaces.

Giving my room a cleaning it’s needed for a long-ass time.

And then I wait.

Staring at the door. Listening to every footstep out in the hall.

Waiting for the ones that draw closer. Fancy little heels clicking quickly then pausing moments before the knock ever comes.

She always hesitates as if she’s getting geared up, as if she’s trying to find the courage to face me. And then I hear her voice.

“Skully, it’s me. I have a package for you.”

The tension coils, wrapping right around my vocal cords and squeezing.

“Come in.”

My voice sounds like a rough engine caked in grime and grease, rumbling deep.

I swallow in an attempt to clear the tightness, but as soon as I see her toned legs, the black leather skirt clinging to the curve of her hips, the white button-down tied up at her waist, revealing a sliver of her silky skin, the tightness takes control and strangles the words in my throat.

“You can put it on the table.”

She slowly walks over, her feet wobbling in those fancy leopard print heels.

Her body’s practically shaking like she’s never been so nervous.

When she places the box down, I expect her to run, but she doesn’t.

Her attention gets caught by something that I’ve drawn.

I don’t even know what I drew today. My mind kept replaying last night.

Her taste on my tongue. The way she trembled against my lips.

Coating my chin with her cum as she thrashed in the sheets.

Her orgasm a violent storm that ripped through her and nearly tore one from me, making my cock spasm between my legs.

The wind could’ve blown just right and I would’ve gone off.

“You drew the eyes wrong.”

I’m shaken from the memory. She’s holding up a paper. An image of her, standing in my doorway, holding a package. Fear in her eyes.

“I’m not afraid of you, Skully. A little nervous. My stomach full of butterflies. But I’m not scared. I’m only afraid of you pushing me away. That you’ll shut me out. But I’m not afraid of you.”

She should be scared. When it comes to her, I have no control. My sanity frays and I get too rough. I’m sure she has bite marks on her flesh and fingerprint marks to prove it.

“I shouldn’t have come to your room last night.”

The words I’m sorry for violating you get trapped on my tongue as she starts to move in closer. Her hands working to untie the knot of her shirt. Revealing inch after inch of skin as she starts to unfasten each button, slowly.

“No, you’re wrong. You shouldn’t have left.

” She slides the shirt off, letting it drop to the ground and her black satin bra steals my attention.

Her tits are about to spill over the cups.

Another shift of her body and I may get a glimpse of her nipple.

“I wanted you to stay, Skully.” She stops before me, wedging herself between my legs.

“I wanted to return the favor.” She reaches back and works to unclasp her bra, and then her plump breasts are revealed.

Her round tits the size of my palm, sitting high and perky.

Two pebbled nipples perched in the centers.

She has the most amazing tits. So pretty. So soft. So sensitive.

I reach for one, cupping my hand around it and squeeze.

Her head falls back on her shoulders as a sweet little mewling sound slips free.

My thumb brushes across her tight peak, watching closely as the rosy flush breaks out across her skin.

She sways on her feet, and I know she’s already feeling the slow burn tightening in her core.

I close my fingers around her peaked nub and give it a pinch, waiting for the tremble to rock through her.

And she doesn’t disappoint. Her body grows weak as my name is gasped to the ceiling. She’s still so sensitive.

Her head lifts and her eyes are like the deep end of the ocean, dark as can be, swirling with desire.

She stares me down, something brewing in her thoughts.

I can’t decipher the look in her eyes. It looks like there’s a question on her tongue, but she doesn’t ask it. If she’s not going to speak, I will.

“What do you need, Madison?”

I can already feel the madness trying to take control.

My need for her is burning hot. Thankfully, the armrests of my chair are bearing the brunt of the tension.

Better it than her pretty skin. It’s growing darker inside my head.

I want to punish her for making me succumb to the monster.

For making me crave her so much. She deserves better.

But the temptation is too much to resist.

“I want you in my mouth.” Her soft voice is like the song of a siren, drawing my cock’s attention right back to her and her words. “I want to feel your power at the back of my throat. Taste you on my tongue.”

The cum is already oozing out, ready to feed her craving.

This is the exact moment I should tell her to run.

I know how this is going to end. That rejection she fears is coming.

Why delay the inevitable? Why make it harder?

But the soulless man that lives within me won’t allow me to do what’s right.

“Then what are you waiting for?” The beastly growl rumbles from my chest. “Get down on your knees, little girl.”

She slides right down on my command, not a flicker of fear in her eyes.

The only thing I see in her eyes is hunger.

I burn it to memory. Hoping I don’t do something to bring back the fear.

I need to keep the madness at bay. Keep myself from impaling her throat with my cock.

I’m so riddled with tension I could choke her out if I’m not careful.

But I’m not going to do that. I’m going to keep my hands locked on this chair and keep the beast restrained.

When her hand slides over my bulge, I doubt my control.

The single touch has my dick already throbbing.

The cum smears in my pants. As she starts to stroke, I squeeze the chair tighter.

Biting down on my lip as the growl tears from my throat.

It’s been so fucking long. Too long since I’ve had her touch.

“Take it out,” I growl, no longer able to wait. I need to feel her soft skin against my shaft. Her grip squeezed around me.

She works to get me free, and as soon as I’m out, her eyes grow even darker.

“My memory never did you justice. You were always so perfect.”

She’s the perfect one. Supple tits, soft skin, prettiest face. A tight pussy always eager for pleasure. And that mouth. I wonder if my memory has served her justice.

I’m done waiting. “Get your lips on me, Maddy.”

A soft smile curls up to her cheeks and she lowers her head down, placing a soft kiss right at the end of my dick. A simple touch but she’s about to take me over. Her tongue swipes, licking up my drips of cum and the pressure is already cooking in my balls. There’s no fucking way I’m going to last.

Her mouth drops down, swallowing me between her lips, and it’s like an explosion of sensations firing off in every cell of my body. I feel it from the hairs on my scalp all the way to the end of my toes. Heat. Pleasure. Need. All of it blinding. All of it taking me under.

I reach for the back of her head, gripping her hair tight, and hold her to me.

Needing to lock her in place, to keep her from escaping.

She lets out a moan, and it barely registers in the beast’s mind.

There’s only darkness in these flames. Fire coursing through my veins.

And she fuels it with every bob of her head, every suction of her lips as her warm tongue slides against my shaft.

She takes and takes. And I feed and feed.

Fucking the back of her throat. Feeling her reflexes constrict around me. Her moans urging the cum to the end.

When I feel a gentle squeeze around my balls, I hit my breakpoint. My hips buck up against her, driving my cock deeper. My seed shooting down her throat. Rope after rope. My hand holds her steady, wanting her to take every drop, and she sucks me down until there’s not a single drip of need left.

I slump back in my chair, feeling drained and completely at peace.

Finally, the darkness is gone. My mind is blank.

My thoughts silent. But when she shifts out from my hold, the calmness recedes.

I’m afraid to open my eyes. I don’t know what I’ll find.

Eyes of pain. Eyes of horror. Eyes of disgust. I held her so tight.

I pumped so hard, practically choking her with my dick.

I open my eyes to face the consequence of my actions, to face the look in her eyes.

Only…I’m met with what looks almost like joy.

There’s a blush in her cheeks. A sweet smile curved on her lips.

And she’s looking at me like I’m Santa Claus and just gave her the best present.

I don’t understand. I was rough with her.

I lost control and fucked her so hard. To the point she was gagging on my dick.

But she’s not upset. She doesn’t hate me.

Her cheek nuzzles against me, moaning like she needs more. Her hands are rubbing up and down my thighs, having her fill. I know she’s ready for hers. I bet she’s soaked between her legs. And I can’t wait to get my tongue between those pussy lips and feel her juices smeared across my skin.

Her hands slide lower, caressing over the stumps of my legs and my body tenses.

I don’t want her touching them. I don’t want her feeling the way I’m lacking as a man.

The insecurity is tightening in my gut, and the anger is wrapping its way around my nerves again.

Every insecurity attacks my thoughts, one after another.

“Can I see them?” Her question has me flinching. “Can I see your legs?”

I unlock the brake on my chair and roll backwards, putting distance between us, causing her to fall back on her butt.

She needs to leave now. The darkness is back.

The anger and hatred. The disgust with my body.

I don’t want her looking at me like that.

I don’t want her to see how ugly I am. How I’m half of a man.

“You need to get back to work.”

I turn and face my window, waiting for her heels to click away and the door to close. But all I hear is her small nervous breaths. If I turn now, I’ll see it in her eyes. The rejection, the guilt, the sadness.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Skully. I’m sorry if I said something wrong.”

She doesn’t need to apologize. This isn’t her fault. She didn’t mean any harm, but I need her to leave.

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to go.”

When the door closes, my fist slams into the wall, putting a hole right in the sheetrock.

The pain radiates up my arm, giving me a reprieve from the pain that’s closing in on my thoughts.

I should’ve stayed away from her. I should never have given in.

It’s time to put a stop to the hope that I’ve been feeding her because there’s never going to be anything between us.

I want better for her, which is why I have to get her over me.