Page 28 of Memphis Bound

"Memphis!" she cries, her fingers working frantically between her legs.

"Louder, princess. I want the whole fuckin' neighborhood to hear you screaming my name when you come on my dick," I demand. I feel her tightening around my cock, her slick walls fluttering and clenching. She's so close, dancing on the razor's edge of ecstasy.

My thrusts become more erratic, the need to come bearing down on me.

"Come for me, Kylie," I command, my voice a dark rumble as my balls draw up. "Cream all over this big fuckin' cock. Show me who this pussy belongs to."

"Oh god, it's yours!" Her head thrashes against the pillow, her dark hair fanning out in a wild halo. "I'm yours, Memphis!"

I slam into her to the hilt, grinding my pelvis against hers hard. "Damn right, you're mine. Now prove it. Squirt on my cock like a good girl."

My filthy command is her undoing.

Her orgasm crashes into her like a tidal wave, violent and all-consuming. She screams my name as she comes, her pussy spasming almost painfully around my cock. A flood of honey gushes out, soaking my balls and thighs as she squirts hard, drenching us both.

"Fuck!" I roar, the heat of her orgasm pushing me over the edge. My hips slam into hers one last time as I come too, pumping her full of my seed.

She claws down my back hard enough to mark me, sobbing my name into the room as she writhes on my cock, her pussy still fluttering and clenching around me. Her unraveling is the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen in my life. My balls aren't even empty, and I already need to see it again. And again. And again.

Her tits heave, shuddering as she goes limp beneath me, her body pliant and spent. I collapse on top of her, keeping my weight off her with my elbows as I press my lips against her ear. Possessiveness roars through me in a black cloud.

"You're mine now, Toto," I murmur, my breathing ragged. "You and your little kitty too."

"You need to ask the Wizard for better jokes. Yours are lame," she groans, making me chuckle. Even completely spent, she has the energy to sass the hell out of me. I fucking love it.

I press a tender kiss to her sweaty chest, right over her heart—the one piece of her I'm so fucking desperate to own. Whether she realizes it or not, she's already captured every fucking inch of mine.

Her eyes flutter open, tangling with mine. The vulnerability in her gaze has me pulling her closer, holding her tighter.

"I never knew it could be like this." She swallows hard, her voice a mere scrap of sound.

I don't think she's talking about sex.

"Never knew what could be like this, Toto?"

"Life," she whispers. "I don't think I've ever actually lived it until now."

"I've done a lot of living, princess. But I only just started doing it right." It's the truth. The MC, music…none of that even compares to this moment with this girl. I brush my lips against her temple, tangling our fingers together. For the first time in my life, I've found something worth fighting for, something worth holding onto.

"Memphis?" she murmurs, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me you aren't that guy anymore," she pleads quietly. "The one you ran from. I don't need to know what you did or why you think you don't deserve everything you have. Just… promise me that you aren't him anymore."

I roll toward her, tipping her chin up until her eyes meet mine. "I buried that man the day my brother died, Toto. I won't ever be him again," I swear, resting my forehead against hers. "Not a fucking chance."

Chapter Eight

Kylie

Sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, blaring against my eyelids like a silent alarm clock demanding I wake up. I blink them open with a reluctant groan, still tangled around Memphis. Actually, he's tangled around me, his grip possessive as he pins me beneath him.

He looks peaceful in his sleep. But there's no mistaking that peace for vulnerability, not with dark tattoos climbing all over his body and his hair all wild around his face. He's etched from stone, every inch of him a hard slab of muscle. Lord have mercy, he's beautiful in a way that should be criminal.

Even when I was a little girl, I thought he was beautiful. I didn't know him well. My mother didn't like him coming around. As soon as she found out about the MC, she kicked Jayson out and told him not to come back until he came to his senses. I didn't see Memphis much, only when Jayson managed to sneak by while Mama was working and brought him along. But the few times I did, he was this wild, gorgeous man who seemed larger than life.

He's even more beautiful now. And somehow, even more larger than life. The man ages like fine wine or Tennessee whiskey—both only get better with age.