Free The Last Betrayal by L. Grubb

of the brothers anyway, they need to know she’s taken and off limits,” Chip says, not even looking at me as he speaks.
    “Okay. Fine,” I grumble, turning in the direction of the bedroom to receive the cut for Lauren.
    Nerves spike deep within me, and my hands start to shake slightly. Jesus, why am I nervous? I’m Champ. Fuck my life, this girl means the world to me, and if she decides to say no, then I’m fucked.
    I grab the cut from the bottom drawer of my dresser and quickly turn to exit the bedroom. Re-entering the main room, I head straight for our small stage where a microphone is placed just off to the side.
    Grabbing the mic, I head straight to center stage, taking a few calming breaths before speaking. “Lauren? Can you come up here a second?”
    Lauren stares at me, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment at being called out in front of everyone. After a few silent moments, with people whispering around the room, she makes her way over and up the small wooden steps, coming to a halt next to me.
    “Lauren…” I clear my throat a little. “I love you, and I don’t give a shit about who knows it. So, I want you to be my Old Lady. I want you to ultimately be mine and for us to be off limits completely to anyone else. Will you do me the honor of wearing my cut?”
    She stares at me with a look of a deer caught in headlights. Her mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out. Just when I start to get a little impatient, she says, ‘Yes. I’ll be your Old Lady.”
    My smile grows wide, gleaming across my whole face. I swivel her around so her back is to me and hold the cut out behind her. Her arms go through the holes and she shrugs it on. Perfect fit, and fuck me, she looks breath-taking wearing something that makes her belong to me.
    A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth, her rosy cheeks darken as the catcalls and hollers come from around the room. I pull her flush against me, discreetly grinding my dick into her belly. Her breath falters as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her, taking my mouth like she depends on it. My arms circle her waist grabbing a handful of her delicious ass and squeeze gently.
    We pull away and stare into each other’s eyes, love shining in hers as her red, swollen lips curve into a beautiful smile.
    Fuck this. I move back and grab her hand, pulling her behind me. I literally drag her to our bedroom, pinning her against the door once it’s shut behind us.
    “You drive my dick insane, sweetheart,” I whisper against her mouth. “I need to be in your tight pussy, to have it clamped around me.”
    A breathy moan leaves her mouth, and her leg wraps around my waist. She grinds her mound against my erection, which is straining against the zipper of my pants. A low growl emanates at the back of my throat, causing a visible shiver to run down her body.
    Letting go of her wrists, my hands make their way down her arms, caressing the curve of her breasts, and languidly stroking down her sides, coming to rest on her hips.
    I lift her effortlessly, slamming her against my erection roughly and walking over to the bed. Letting her slide slowly down my body, standing her on solid ground, I back away slightly to look at her flushed face and bruised lips. Her breaths come out choppy, hair slightly askew and cheeks rosy with desire. Motherfucking delicious.
    “Strip for me, sweetheart,” I say to her in the husky voice that I know drives her insane.
    “Wh…what?” she asks, eyes wide. He’s never been so brash before, so dominating.
    “You heard me. Strip.” I cross my large arms over my chest, flexing my muscles in show of domination.
    She slowly lifts her shirt, revealing her flat tummy and belly button ring, higher and higher ‘til I see the edge of her red lace bra, making my dick that much harder; if that were possible.
    Pulling her shirt over her head, she throws it to the corner before running her hands slowly down her body.
    I swallow, eyes