A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (44 page)

He came hard, growling her name and shaking as his seed poured into her.
 

Breathing heavily, he turned over and drew her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, not sure what to say, feeling the weight of Boss’s murder more than ever.
 

MISAPPROPRIATE
 

Book 1.5 – Death Dwellers MC Series
 

Will a new threat ruin Megan's and Christopher's new found happiness?
 

With the baby’s sitter seen to, he got back to his office—and found it empty. Was he ever getting Megan’s fucking pussy tonight? He thrust a frustrated hand through his hair and turned on his heel. A few moments later, he opened his door and walked inside the bedroom, hearing a hard guitar riff resounding from his CD player.
 

Megan rose to her knees in the middle of their bed, wearing nothing but a hot pink thong. She met his gaze, her blue eyes captivating him, and raising her hand to her breast before squeezing, for his pleasure because she disliked the sensation of the milk sliding down her champagne-colored skin. Thin lines on her belly, thighs, arms, and legs, reminded him of the cuts she’d given herself to cope with all the bullshit that had been going on in her life at one time. She had the slightest little belly pooch left over from her pregnancy that Christopher only noticed because
she
pointed it out. Where pussy was concerned, size, age, or race had never mattered to him. Add in how much he loved Megan, she could’ve turned into the female version of the Incredible Hulk and he still would’ve wanted to be with her. Seeing her now, in nothing but her thong, made his dick turn to stone. She was teasing him with her body, taunting him with the vibrating lead guitar, and increasing his suspicions that some bullshit was going on.
 

He wouldn’t bring the shit up
now
. He wanted to fuck her too bad.
 

Only about fifteen footsteps separated him from her but, by the time he sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt, cut, and belt was already off and his pants were unzipped. He didn’t waste time getting everything else off, her hands roaming his body and the kisses she planted along the way ratcheting up his need for her to animalistic. With a hard pull, he ripped off her thong.
 

He turned and guided her back onto the pillows, climbing over her and pressing his cock stand against her belly. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, spreading his fingers through her pussy curls and tasting her tongue with his, wanting to devour her. Still kissing her, he opened her pussy lips and thumbed her clit, slipping one finger into her. She was slick and hot, ready for him. He added another finger and she groaned against his mouth, lifted her hips, searching for her orgasm.
 

For some reason, he was fucking pissed with her. No, not
some
fucking reason.
One
fucking reason. She’d decided to go to Seattle without even asking him if he
wanted
her away for his bachelor party. She fucking knew him. If he didn’t fucking want her there, he would’ve told her to get the fuck away while his party was going on. Even more fucked up was, if he
had
told her he wanted her gone, she would’ve turned into a jealous little bitch and would’ve been madder than a motherfucker.
 

He brought her to the brink of coming before pulling his hand away. Her dazed eyes and swollen mouth made him grit his teeth against plunging into her and letting her come all over his dick.
 

“Christopher,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I want you inside me.”
 

He kissed the tender skin behind her ear and slid his tongue across her throat. “You like my dick, dontcha, Megan?”
 

“Yes.”
 

Oh, yeah, in-fucking-deed, she did. She twisted and pushed her pussy against his thigh, grinding against him.
 

“That ain’t my dick, Megan,” he pointed out, unable to hold back his laughter. He grabbed her hips and stilled them. His cock throbbed. Demanding he shove this bullshit aside until after he got inside Megan.
 

She growled in frustration, her hazy passion deserting her when she lifted her head and glanced at him, her hair pooling onto the pillow, her body already flushed from arousal. “You’re angry.”
 

“No fuckin’ shit, genius.” He glared at her, refusing to allow her big, blue eyes to suck him in. “If I woulda told your fuckin’ ass to leave, you woulda turned into some psycho bitch. Yet, you make that fuckin’ decision and I’m supposed to be fuckin’ happy about it.”
 

“You’re so frustrating,” she complained, flopping her head down. “If I would’ve stayed here for your bachelor party, everyone would’ve accused me of being clingy and not wanting you to have fun. Not trusting you.”
 

“Fuck everyone,” he yelled, his eyes drawn to her opened thighs and her glistening pussy, begging to be licked. “I’ve made up my fuckin’ mind and you ain’t fuckin’ leavin’. Case fuckin’ closed.”
 

She blinked and narrowed her eyes, her entire body stiffening. Fuck him. He knew the belligerence dropping into her features. His nostrils flared, her anger overwhelming him with the need to possess her.
 

“
What
did you just say, jerk?”
 

He threw her a dirty look, fisting his hands so he wouldn’t pin her arms above her head and fuck her senseless. “As if you didn’t fuckin’ hear me.”
 

She scrambled up, her breasts heavy with milk, her nipples swollen. The sight of her golden pussy hair, wetness glistening off the curls closest to her cunt lips and her thighs, made his mouth water.
 

“You don’t own me, Christopher. I’m your wife, not your child. I love you as a grown woman, not a little girl.”
 

He scowled. “I know what the fuck you are, Megan.”
 

She raised her chin and folded her arms, lifting her succulent tits. “You can’t stop me from going wherever I want to go.”
 

He glowered at the ceiling, unsure why he was acting like such a controlling motherfucker with her.
Well
…Okay, so, maybe, he was
slightly
controlling where Megan was concerned, but, fuck him, he didn’t want anything to happen to her. She crossed over him, her intent to get out of the bed quite clear.
 

Nope, wouldn’t fucking happen.
 

Before her feet hit the floor, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against him. She tried to squirm away, but he pinned her arms above her head, flattening his other hand against her belly to hold her in place. Nothing worked until he bent his head and suckled one of her nipples. Hard.
 

She groaned and arched her back. Her milk was sweet and watery and the way her body provided for their son fascinated the fuck out of him. Assured of her compliance, he released her arms, still latched onto her nipple, and spread her legs.
 

His kissed his way down her belly, grasping some of her pussy hair between his teeth and tugging.
 

“Christopher.”
 

He ran his nose along her seam, smelling her essence. “Ain’t nothin’ I love more than eatin’ this pussy, Megan.” He ran his tongue along the same path his nose had taken and she shivered against him. Opening her lips, he licked her tender pink flesh, swirling his tongue around her clit, inserting it into her pussy and lapping her inner folds. “I could worship at the feast of Megan’s pussy for hours.” He wrapped his lips around her little clit and sucked, careful not to bite to hard, but still applying pressure. She trembled against
him and he worked his mouth, tongue, and teeth faster until her pussy juice dripped down his chin and her breath was nothing but short, little pants and cries.
 

Fuck, his balls were so full, the moment he buried himself in Megan he would fill her up with his cum. But, fuck, if it wasn’t worth it, to have her body flushed and limp beneath him, sweetly open to take every inch of him inside her. He inched back up her body, kissing every patch of skin he met, until his body covered hers. Bracing on one arm, his other hand met hers at his dick and they guided him to her entrance. He thrust into her and grunted at her wet heat. She dug her nails into his biceps and canted her hips.
 

“Fuck, Megan. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
 

“Come in me,” she whispered, her intense regard holding him captive.
 

He slammed into her, his body shaking when his cum began to pour from him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus, but his head was filled with the scent and taste of his wife. The more he thought of her, the more he shook. The more he shook, the more he felt little droplets of cum seep from him and into her. She licked the sweat from his shoulder and he wanted to fuck her again. Instead, he opened his eyes and found her staring at him.
 

“I love you,” she murmured.
 

“I love you, too, Megan,” he said hoarsely, brushing strands of her damp hair behind her ear and rubbing his nose against hers.
 

She licked his nipple. “My turn, Christopher.”
 

She pushed at his shoulder, his cue to lie on his back. Clutching her ass, he reversed their positions. Disappointment surged through him when she lifted herself off his dick and fell to his side, then raised herself up on an elbow. He supposed she wanted to talk.
 

“Did the priest really say we can play the Wedding March?” She laid between his legs and kissed around his navel, wrapping her hand around his cock and funneling him in her hand.
 

How the fuck did she expect him to concentrate with his dick in her hand and her mouth so close to it?
 

“Christopher?” Her hand slid up and down his dick again, still slick with her pussy juice. “The Wedding March?” Another tug and pull. A pass of her thumb over his cock head. “The priest flat out refused me to allow a secular song in the church.”
 

God. Fuck. Jesus. He couldn’t even think of fucking words to explain why the fuck that fat motherfucker gave in. Even if he’d been inclined to, which he fucking wasn’t. He didn’t need Megan pointing out how threatening to gut a Man of God was probably a sin. She still didn’t get that he’d lost his soul ages a-fucking-go because she saw past all the bullshit and found his heart. Fuck, yeah, he had a heart for
her
and their baby. Any other motherfucker? All bets were off. Well, with the exception of Johnnie, Val, Mortician, and Digger.
 

She squeezed his dick and he groaned, clutching the sheets to keep from yanking her by the hair and shoving his dick down her throat.
 

“I can have the Wedding March?”
 

Each diocese had different rules and this one didn’t vary much from others in that the Wedding March was considered secular music and wasn’t usually played within the confines of the sanctuary. But Megan wanted it, so Megan got it. No one had to know of the threats and dire warnings, especially
her
. That wasn’t important. Only the end result was.
 

He choked. “Yes.”
 

“Thank you.” Her breath fanned his skin and goose bumps ran along his body. “I love being your wife. I just want our marriage blessed. And, now, I’m going to have a perfect wedding. All because of you.”
 

“Anything for—“
 

The word ‘you’ flew right the fuck out of his brain when Megan dropped her saliva onto his dick and slurped him into her mouth. His eyes crossed at her hard sucks. She cupped his balls and he gripped her hair hard enough to fucking scalp her. Jerking his dick up and down, Christopher realized he’d corrupted the fuck out of her and turned her from an innocent virgin into a little firecracker in bed. Not that he’d change that, but still…
 

His dick went back into the haven of her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her face flushed. Her hand wrapped around his cock base and, as her head went up, so did her hand, giving him a blowjob and a hand job at one time.
 

“Megan, baby,” he moaned, near the edge, hoping like a motherfucker he didn’t blow the back of her head off when he shot his load.
Fuck!
He pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her and flipped her over. He buried himself so deep inside of her, he was probably touching her tonsils. He growled and pounded her like a fucking animal until his seed exploded inside of her and he saw fucking stars.
 

 

Christopher’s Letter to Megan mentioned at the end of the book: