Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC #8) - Scarlett Black Page 0,3

a hot breath as I blow over her clit, and she gasps as her muscles tighten around me, so close. Her ass rears back to me, seeking more. Each swipe of my tongue stiffens my cock and she continues to moan. Jazzy is so wet, my hand drips with her arousal.

Now I’m the impatient one. My dick jerks with need, craving her cunt. But I hunger for her release more. I take her at a fast pace that we both need. With each pass, she inhales and her body hums from her moans. I keep going until her body relaxes and Jazmin comes on my face.

Before the last contraction of her orgasm, I’m up and ripping open a condom from my nightstand with my teeth. The wrapper is lost along with my control, the only time I allow myself to be free. Her body is a place where I let go of the problems of the club. I thirst to see the vixen underneath me, and the only way to do that is to show her the man she chose to give her flesh to. With one hard thrust our bodies join as one. My cock is squeezed inside her hot cunt. My fingers dig into her hips and I thrust with all my power. Chasing my demons away and quieting the internal noise, I use her as a vessel for freedom. With a roar, I empty everything that I have inside me into her.

Stepping back, I toss the condom into the trash, then untie her hands from behind her back. “Leave.” Nothing can stop me from taking what I want. What can’t happen is for her to take anything from me. She needs to know there isn’t an “us”. What Jazmin doesn’t realize is that I laid my mark on her and claimed her to calm the beast inside me. I never eat pussy. When I call on her, she will come, and she will be mine. For tonight, that’s all she’ll get, only what I want to give—my dick, on my terms.

Jazz doesn’t pout and cry like I’m used to. She takes my shirt off the floor, wipes my smeared load from her caramel skin, then tugs her clothes back on. Her chin is up, her shoulders back, and she struts from my room like a very satisfied kitten. Not one look back. She’s fucking perfect.

Chapter 2

Jazzy

“Jazzy, girl, you’ve been out of it.” Angie snaps her fingers in front of my face. “You’ve been mixing that hair color for ten minutes. What gives?” Normally, I work in the salon, but friends and family have me coming to them or sometimes over to my house to do their hair. Angie is no exception. Other than my cousins, she’s been my best friend since high school, when she moved here from New York and we became instant allies.

I give her my most incredulous look. “I have not.” Not that I will admit it, I was mixing the color distractedly. Setting the supplies on the counter, I run my hands through my hair. “Okay, fine, sit down.” She pulls up a chair to the kitchen counter bar and rests her elbow on the counter with her chin in her hand. She bats her eyes at me, patiently waiting for me to spill what has my full attention.

I begin parting and pinning her hair into sections while I tell her the story. “You remember when I went to Reno a few days back, to give Blade a tattoo for his and Vegas’s wedding? Well, I kinda met someone. We had a great night. But the man is a real cold dickhead. Even though it seemed he treated me like just another club girl, it was different. The balance felt off. It was more and I just can’t get him out of my mind. I run it over and over, trying to piece together why I feel that way, and I can’t pinpoint what it was. It just was intense and satisfying. His every touch was calculated and controlling. Spider made me believe in desire .” I give her all the details of the events that night after I finished Blade’s tattoo. Never did I imagine falling into his desires so willingly, but I could not stop myself from what was happening. Captured and entranced is what I was.

But then… “After he finished, he told me to leave. One moment, it's this crazy spark of lust and need. Then, he shuts down. I