UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) - Hayley Faiman (rooftoppers TXT) 📗

Making my way to the bedroom, I don’t even have to turn on the lights. There is a low nightlight in the room. Making my way to the bed, I reach out and grab ahold of the comforter. Pulling back, I watch as decorative pillows go flying across the room.

Setting Pamela down, I look at her and expect her eyes to open, but they don’t. With a smile, I peel her out of her clothes until she’s just in her panties. Fuck me, but even as exhausted as I am, I could still fuck her.

She’s beautiful.

Shaking my head, and shaking off the thoughts of fucking her, I grab all the decorative pillows from the floor and throw them into a pile before I make my way over to the bathroom. I have to shower.

With the blood and sweat that I’ve accumulated today, I have to get it all off of me before I slide in next to Pamela. I can’t let that shit touch her, not ever. She’s had enough bad shit in her life, she doesn’t need it coming from me too, at least not right in her fucking face.

Once I’m showered, I crawl into bed beside her, completely naked. I still want to fuck her. My cock twitches when I slide my arm around her waist and pull her close to me, but I don’t try anything.

Instead, the second my head touches the pillow, my eyes close and I fall asleep. I’m completely fucking dead to the world. For the first time, in probably my entire life, I feel at peace. I feel complete and total peace.

I have everything I have ever wanted in my entire life. I have my brothers, a good woman, and a baby on the way. I couldn’t make this shit happen any more perfect than it has. There is no way it could have fallen into place any other way and worked.

We work.

This works.

It couldn’t happen with anyone else. I tried to force it with Della, but it would have never worked. It would have never been harmonious. I would have never felt this peace and neither would she. We would have made one another miserable, I was just too lost to truly see that.

Not that I am suddenly found, because I’m not. But I hit rock fucking bottom, and where I am now is so much better than I ever thought I could be. I am living a dream that I never thought possible, even if it’s not perfect, it is better than I deserve and it’s exactly what I need it to be.

Moaning, I feel lips all over my chest, then my stomach and down. When they wrap around my dick, I reach out and slide my fingers through the soft hair that’s attached to the head of the woman sucking me off.

Lifting my hips, I groan, knowing it’s Pammy before I even open my eyes. I let out a sigh as she sucks, licks, tastes all of me. I continue to thrust my hips, careful not to do it too hard, I don’t want to completely gag her, at least not totally.

With that thought, a smirk forms on my lips, and I open my eyes, looking down at her. She’s watching me through her lashes, fucking gorgeous in every way. Gripping her hair, I hold her a bit tighter, keeping her still while I gently fuck her face.

“So pretty, Sunny,” I rasp.

I can feel my balls draw up and I know I’m close, but I don’t want to come down her throat, I want to be buried inside of her cunt when I finally lose control. Lifting my hips a few more times, I relish the feel of her mouth on me before I tug her head away.

“Ride me, Sunny,” I gruffly demand, my throat still husky from sleep.

Pamela climbs up my thighs and straddles my hips. Without a word, her eyes never leaving mine, she positions me and slides down. My fingers grip her hips, holding her still once she’s taken me completely inside of her body.

“Fuck,” I hiss, looking up at her.

She smiles, licking her lips before she starts to move. I feel lazy as fuck because all I can do is watch her. I can’t fucking move, she’s just that breathtaking.

So goddamn breathtaking.

Gnashing my teeth together, I inhale a deep breath through my nose and let it out the same way, unwilling to lose control, at least not yet. Sliding my hands up her sides, I cup her tits and feel their weight in my palms.

Pinching her nipples, I tug gently as I watch her. She moves harder and faster, her fingernails digging into my chest as she searches for, then eventually finds her climax. Before she can even come down from her release, I flip her onto her back and slam inside of her.

I fuck her hard, my eyes never leaving hers, searching for my own end, finding my own edge before falling over. When I come, it’s hard. My entire body trembles as my release fills her. Burying my face in Pamela’s neck, I moan.

Without moving, my mouth finds its way from her neck to her lips. “I love you, Sunny.”

Her breath hitches, then she says it back to me and I realize that everything in my life that happened, the good, the bad, and the ugly was meant to lead me to this moment.

“I love you too, Dylan.”

PAMELA

Love.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure Dylan loved me. I didn’t know that I would ever hear those words or feel like I could say them back. I’m not sure what love is supposed to look like, I’ve never seen or felt it before, but I know that with him, I feel something huge inside of me. It’s built up, it’s massive, and I know that it has to be love.

Once we dress, we make our way out into the living room to