Tex’s Angel (Savage Legion MC #11)

Chapter 17

Clara

I can’t believe Tex just picked up like I didn’t weigh a thing, threw me over his shoulder and started racing up the stairs with me. It’s just like in the movies. It makes me feel like he wants me all for himself and doesn’t like other men looking at me. Of course, I don’t know if that’s true or what’s going through his mind, but it doesn’t matter, his simple action has got me hotter than hell.

Instead of throwing me down on the bed, he slides me off his shoulder and sets me down, knees first in the big comfortable armchair in the corner of his room. I’m still wearing all my clothes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to Tex. He’s pulled off his cut and shirt and is standing behind me. I can’t quite get my head around what’s going on, but I’m so incredibly aroused that I’m willing to let him do whatever he wants. In fact I’m breathless with anticipation, wondering what he’s going to do.

I don’t have to wonder for long because his front presses against my back and his hands come up under my shirt to cup my breasts. When I glance over my shoulder, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that’s strong, forceful, and made of all the things he is. When he slides his hands into my bra and pushes it up along with my shirt, I feel my panties getting wet and shortly after that he pulls my shirt and bra over my head, leaving us both naked from the waist up.

I like how Tex takes his time with the foreplay, as though he enjoys arousing me. If the hard bar pressing into my lower back is any indication, he gets a kick out of making me desperate for his touch. He runs his hands up and down my front, giving my breasts a firm squeeze and playing with my nipples. I swear he’s so good at it I honestly think I can come from that alone. When he unbuttons my pants and slides his hand down the front, all I can do is whimper with pleasure. His big hand is a tight squeeze, and his fingers barely graze my clit.

He stops tormenting me with pleasure long enough to help me out of my jeans and panties. The next thing I know he’s kneeling on the floor behind me, eating me out like a man possessed. After our last round of lovemaking, Tex knows exactly what to do to drive me absolutely wild. I feel electric shocks as his tongue swirls figure of eights around my clit. I’m leaning over the back of the chair while he brings me to a mind blowing orgasm. When I’m a hot wilted mess and seeing stars from the hardest orgasm of my entire life, he stands up and I can hear him unzipping his pants. My pussy is still quivering with the orgasm and wanting more.

“Y’all ready for my cock?” his voice is hoarse with lust as he leans forward and whispers in my ear. I can feel his hardness grazing against my back.

He rubs his thick cock between my legs, barely parting my slit. I groan, “Stop teasing me, babe.”

“You know you love it, don’t you.”

“God yes, you know I do,” I gasp as I lean forward. I know it’s shameless giving him a full view of my pussy, but I’m desperate for him.

Rubbing his cock along my slit, he taps my clit and whispers, “Talk to me, sugar. Tell me what y’all want.”

I know what he wants, but I decide to tease him. I wiggle my ass a bit more, I can feel how wet I am, and I know the sight of my glistening pussy is driving him wild.

“Come on, darlin’. All y’all have to do is say and I’ll give y’all every single inch.”

Swallowing thickly, I spit it out. “I want you inside me.”

“Fingers, you mean?” he asks.

“Not your fingers. I want your thick cock, I want to feel you stretching me.”

“Fuck!” he gasps. “Y’all know how to drive a man wild.”

He spreads me open with one hand and his other drifts down to spread my wetness around before tenderly tracing the outline of my entire slit. I feel open and vulnerable with his hands on my most intimate places.

When I start begging, he finally notches his cock at my entrance. Slipping in the tip and then pulling out. I can feel my pussy twitching, I’m desperate to have him in me. I grip the back of the chair as he lifts me up enough to impale me on his glorious cock. At first it feels like too much, but as he slowly presses the tip ever deeper in my body, I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. When he strokes a finger over my clit, the slow ache gives way to a fullness that’s hard to describe. I love every single thing he does. Any coherent thought I might have shatters under the weight of another orgasm just when he bottoms out deep inside my core.

“Tex!” I cry out.

Tex’s big hands land on my hips and I grab the back of the chair to brace myself because I know what comes next.

He nuzzles the side of my head before asking, “You still with me, sugar?”

I nod my head. “Of course. I’m enjoying every second of being yours.”

His hand comes up to cup my face, tenderly turning it to the side so he can look into my eyes. “Y’all really want to be mine?”

A thrill snakes through my body at the ownerish way he phrased that question.

“Yes. I’d love to be yours for however long you’ll have me. I like you, like being in your bed and spending time with you.”

He dips his head to kiss me and the moment his hand drops back down to my hip he pulls out and thrusts back in, not hard, but enough for me to feel every single inch of his cock. It feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy starts spasming around him. He lifts me up slightly with each thrust bringing me down hard on his cock. His pace is both blistering and beautiful. The more he thrusts, the wetter I get, and the noises are so erotic.

At some point, I realize he’s pinned me to the chair and is powering into me hard and fast. It triggers yet another orgasm and I come down on his cock so hard he makes a deep animalistic sound in the back of his throat. Then he comes and I feel him twitching deep inside me.

I collapse back onto his chest. Tex spends a few minutes just running his hands over my body as if to calm me back down. Then he picks me up and carries me to the bed.

By the time he climbs into bed with me, I’m almost asleep. He curls around me like a big protective bear, and I love this too, his protective instinct. I’ve never had it so good as I do with Tex, and I’ll be sorry when he decides to move on—because despite him asking if I wanted to be his, I can’t help but worry that eventually he’s going to want a woman with a less complicated life.

However, I quieten that voice and drift off to sleep, forgetting all about my stalker, the meeting with Mattie tomorrow, and everything else except the scent of Tex and how warm and protected I feel when he’s holding me close.