By the time I make it to the house I’m having second thoughts on turning Karma loose. She’s a firecracker and there’s no telling which damn direction she’s going to pop off. Soon as I kill my bike, I can hear her screaming the damn place down. I’m surprised the neighbors haven’t called in complaints.
I kick off my boots in the laundry room and hang my cut on the coat hook. She-Ra comes thundering down the hallway as Karma threatens to feed me my dick. “Easy, girl.” I give her a chin scratch as she licks at my hand. I move through the kitchen, let the dog out the back, and continue toward the bedroom. I hit the doorway and find Karma red faced and spitting mad.
“Darlin’,” I coo, entering the room.
“Don’t you try and sweet talk your way out of this.” Her eyes narrow on me as I pull my tee over my head. We’ll be late getting to Roane’s tattoo shop, but he won’t mind.
I pop the button on my jeans and drop them to the floor.
“Don’t even think about it.” Tears threaten at the corners of her gorgeous eyes. Her chest heaving with every shuddering breath she takes.
My cock is already hard and aching to be inside her sweet heat.
Her legs thrash on the sheets as she kicks at me. I drop a knee to the bed and grab her by the ankles. I shove her knees apart and slide up between her thighs, diving straight in to eat her sugary cunt in apology, but there’s no way I’m letting her loose yet. Gotta tame that temper of hers first. Best way to do that is to fuck her till she can’t form a coherent thought.
“I hate you,” she seethes, but I know she’s a damned liar. The moment my tongue sweeps inside to get a taste she melts.
“You were saying?” I grin up at her and she refuses to look at me knowing I hate that shit. “Cat got your tongue? Or more like your kitty has mine,” I murmur the last part against her clit then give her a long, slow lick. Fuck me there’s nothing better than this. Better than her.
Sliding a finger inside, I make a come here motion, hitting her in the right spot. Her bones go soft. The fight leaves her body as her focus becomes driven to one goal. An orgasm. I suck, lick, tease, and fuck her tight hole. Kissing her from clit to ass. I eat my woman like a starved man on the verge of death and she’s loving every second.
“You don’t fight fair,” she whispers on a panted breath.
“Never have.” I bite her inner thigh marking her as mine.
“You gonna take these cuffs off so I can touch you?”
“Not till after I’ve fucked you raw and deep. I’m going to keep fucking you and cumming all in you till I’m sure.”
“Sure of what?”
“Sure that I’ve put my baby in you.”
“A baby? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Know what I want, darlin’, and I intend to make it happen.”
“Have you not listened to a damn thing I’ve told you about why I’m here?”
“We’ll talk about that after.”
“You aren’t sticking your dick in me right now. Not after what you just said.”
“Looks like you don’t have much choice in the matter.” I move up her body and rub the head of my cock between her pussy lips getting good and wet.
“Darius…”
“Astrid.” I smile against her lips as I come in for a kiss. “Hush now. I’m trying to make a baby with you.” She’s so wet I slide right in. Karma can play it however she wants it but deep down she’s just as eager for my cock. Her pussy pulses around my dick as her tongue sweeps against mine. Yeah, she wants it.
This.
Us.
Me.
My child.
I thrust deeper and harder as her legs hitch up around my waist, ankles locked to keep me planted between them. Her hips rolls matching my every stroke. Karma’s skin pressed to mine I take her hard and fast. I’m a man on a mission. Nothing has ever felt righter than this as I whisper in her ear, “You belong to me now, darlin’. I know it. Your brother knows it. The club knows it. This cartel fucker will know it. Now you know it.”
“I’m my own woman.”
“You can be that too, but I’m not letting you go a second time.” I pull back to the tip and glide back in increasing the pace till her muscles squeeze around me and she finds her honeyed release. I soon find mine too, but I stay rooted to the hilt until I’m certain my sperm has found its purchase in her womb. Meant what I said. Every fucking word. I want Karma to give me a baby. I’m not taking no for an answer. When I pull out, I lay next to her, my head resting on her stomach, keeping a hand between her legs, gathering every drop that leaks out on my fingers and pushing it back in her cunt.
“You’ve lost your mind. That’s all there is to it. Do you think the cartel will care if I’m pregnant? All you’re giving them is another soul to claim. Another body to trade. More money to line their pockets.”
“Need to know who Prez can lean on for information about Mona. Murder is pissed about this business with the Harlots. Says if there’s proof, he’ll hand Mona and her territory over in exchange for you.”
“I’m not a rat. The other girls aren’t either.”
“No, but you bitches broke our agreement the minute Mona got into bed with these lousy sacks of shit. We may be bastards. We might kill. Trade guns. Sell the idea of pussy in the strip club, but what we don’t fucking do is sell women and children. We don’t abuse women.”
“What do you think Carlos Sanchez will do with the Harlots?”
“Babe, as much as you love them cunts, we both know that when push comes to shove, they will scatter like roaches and leave Mona hanging to save their own asses.”
“You gonna take these cuffs off?”