11. Dodge #2
I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you, and every day since it’s just grown.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, then her hand is slithering up my hard stomach. “I’ve thought about you more than appropriate.”
“I’m not much for appropriate.”
Autumn smiles, and then I blow out a breath, grabbing her hand and leading her into the house. It’s dark, a little too quiet without Winnie, but I turn and stare as she closes the door behind her. I’m glad it’s just the two of us because the things I want to do to her are not going to be quiet.
I know once we cross this line, there’s no going back. She’s going to be mine, and if she tries to fight it, I’ll just have to convince her we’re meant to be. Autumn isn’t what I was expecting, but she’s everything I need in my life and I don’t want to lose her.
As soon as the door clinks shut, I grab her face and kiss her again. She moans against my mouth, and I grab her ass, pulling her into me tighter before lifting her into my arms. A simple kiss and she’s lighting my blood on fire.
A small squeak escapes her as she pulls back, looking over my shoulder. “Oh my god.”
I smirk, carrying her into my bedroom. “Baby, if you think I can’t pick up my woman, then I don’t deserve the heaven between her legs.”
She giggles, her nails scratching against my scalp before I toss her onto the mattress. Autumn is quick to rise up on her elbows, staring up at me. I unbuckle my belt, pulling the leather strap from the loops of my jeans as she bites down on her lip.
My cock hardens even more, a rod of steel trapped behind the zipper.
“Like what you see?”
She moves onto her knees, shifting to the edge of the bed as I move closer to her. Her hands explore my chest under my cut. “Something about you and your bike with your vest. It turns me on so much.”
I grab her hand, kissing her wrist before I shrug out of my cut and fling it over the chair, my shirt following.
Autumn groans, tracing my tattoos with her fingers. “It’s not fair you’re so hot in and out of clothes.”
The grin on my lips doesn’t stop as I shove off my jeans and stand before her in my black boxer briefs with a thick erection that’s hard to ignore. Her eyes drop to my cock, and her hand drops to brush against it. It jumps at her touch, desperately wanting more. But there’s a small problem.
I nod at her. “Your turn. I’ve been dying to see your fucking tits.” I’d literally give my life to fucking see them.
My hands slide over her waist, and she blows out a shuddering breath as I reach the end of her dress, pushing it up her thighs. She doesn’t stop me as I tug it over her head and toss it onto the floor.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter, getting the first look at her lacy black bra and matching thong. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to kiss every inch of her skin. Lick her pussy until I’m drowning in her fucking juices. Squeeze her flesh until it’s peppered with my fingerprints.
Autumn lets out a nervous laugh and reaches behind her to unclip her bra before tossing it on top of her dress on the floor. Her breasts drop a little, but the mounds are more than a handful, with sharp pink tips, and my cock leaks just from the view.
I rub my palm over my mouth and shake my head.
“God damn, woman.” It’s all I can manage before I cup her breasts in my hands.
We both groan, and my thumb rubs against her nipples, kneading the heavy flesh.
I bet these would be even more glorious plump with milk, and my dick jerks hard with the desire to see that white substance flowing from her.
Autumn rubs her hands on my shoulders, arching her chest closer to me. “I had a dream about you the first night I was here.”
My eyes widen, and I lean forward, kissing her neck. “Yeah? What was the dream?”
“Pretty much this, but this…this is so much better.”
I lift my head, staring into her hazy eyes. “You had a sex dream about me, baby?”
She nods, and I kiss her again before pulling back. “I’ve fucked my fist to you more times than I can count at this point.” Every morning and night practically. After the first time, I left shame at the door and gave into the nonstop scenes playing in my mind.
Autumn gasps, and I push her gently to lie back on the bed.
“Now I’m going to eat your pussy, because I need to know if it tastes better than what I’ve imagined.” I kiss her collarbone, down to the valley of her breasts. My lips brush over her, taking in her sweet scent and the fact I finally get to touch her, have her.
I palm her mounds, groaning into the soft flesh as I suck the hard tips of her nipples into my mouth. Autumn gasps, her body bows, and her hands jerk up to grab my hair.
“Dodge!” she cries. The word shoots straight to my cock, but something possessive curls within, wanting more.
My chuckle causes goosebumps to pebble across her skin. “Daddy.”
She jerks. “W-what?”
I hum. “I liked when you called me Daddy.”
A flush blossoms over her chest and face; it gives me pause. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, it just feels so right to have her underneath me calling me her Daddy .
“What?” I ask, swirling my tongue around her nipple again.
Autumn’s breathing shallows, and we sit in the silence of my subtle suckling before she covers her eyes. “In my dream, you—we called you Daddy. ”
I grin, kneading her breasts. Perfect. “It’s meant to be then.
Now, Daddy is going to take care of you.
” Dragging my lips down her belly, I push her legs open to settle between them.
I press my nose into her pussy, not minding that soft patch of curls as I inhale the scent of how much I’m affecting her.
“Fuck, baby. I haven’t even touched you and I can smell how wet your pussy is for me.”
Her cheeks turn a bright red. “Oh god. I don’t know how to do this.”
A sharp knife cuts through my arousal. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, but if she wants to stop, I’ll do it. “Do what?”
“Dirty talk. I’m not used to it.” Her voice is tiny, embarrassed, and I press a kiss onto her thigh. Relieved that’s all it is. Autumn is a little tense, but I’ll loosen her up. Soon my words will make her into a puddle, ready for me with just a glance.
When she looks at me, I smile. “Baby, you don’t have to do anything but lay there and look pretty. That already makes me want to blow.”
She shakes her head. “Do you mean that? ”
I lean up on my elbows to stare at her, dragging my eyes down the length of her body. “Autumn. You’ve been in my head all day long since the first time I saw you at the clubhouse. I want you so badly, I can’t think straight.”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and she nods. “I feel the same way.”
“Now let Daddy make you feel good.”
She groans as I spread her pussy and lick up her slit, a muffled moan falling from my lips at the first taste of her. I could drown in this pussy and I’d die a happy man.
I devour her, molding my tongue against every inch of her cunt, committing it to memory as she writhes underneath me. When her legs are shaky, and her body bows tight, I know she’s close. I pull back, chuckling at her whimper before I slide two fingers inside her.
Autumn moans, her head rolling as her walls clamp down on me.
She looks like a goddess of absolute sin with her hair tossed over the sheet and a flushed face.
Her jiggling breasts with their rosy tips are a picture of perfection.
Whatever I could have conjured up in my mind is no comparison to the woman before me .
My curled fingers rub against her G-spot as I tongue her swollen clit. I have to lean over her, press her into the mattress as her hips jerk and her back arches. She’s clenching so hard on my fingers that I’m damn near losing feeling in them.
“Come on, baby. Let go,” I growl into her flesh, and it’s like a dam bursts.
Her legs tremble and her stomach dips in, and I’m sprayed with her warm substance.
I open my mouth without thought in surprise, swallowing it without shame as I watch her head flop side to side, and I coax another gush from her with a small twist of my fingers.
I’m soaked, and I fucking love it. Her face is flushed, sweat glistening on her chest as she pants.
When her body slumps, I shove my boxers off and climb onto my knees between her legs as she looks up at me with hooded eyes.
Her eyebrows dip as I wipe my face and chest.
“W-what?”
I lick my lips. “Baby, you squirted all over me and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” I crawl over her, stroking my hard, fat cock before lining it up at her entrance.
She blinks up at me, still a little confused. “What do you mean? ”
I look between us, watching as my tip presses between her wet slit, and I groan feeling the first touch of her heated flesh. Autumn gasps as my ruddy tip starts to stretch her quivering pussy, then I look back at her.
“I mean you squirted, gushed all over me. Like a shower with your cunt juices.”
Her mouth drops open, and I thrust forward, pushing more of my cock inside her tight channel. God, why does she feel so fucking good?
Her hand snaps out, pressing against my stomach. I look down at her.
“Hurting you?” I know I’m on the larger side, and I prepared her as much as I could, but it might still be a stretch. I can’t look away as her heavy breasts jiggle with her erratic pants.
“Just go slow.” Her eyes roll back as I reach between us, rubbing at her clit as I continue to push forward.
My piercings rub along her walls, and her eyebrows dip.
“W-what is that?”
I will myself to pause, already wanting to blow my load. “My piercings. ”
Her lips part with a shaky breath.
“You’re doing so good,” I tell her, sliding more of my cock in her. “So good for me, baby. We’re almost there. You’re taking it so well.” Another inch and Autumn claws at the sheets.
When I’m buried to the hilt, she blows out a long breath. “It’s like you’re going to rip me in half.”
I grin. “Hand me a pillow.”
She looks above her head, stretching to grab one and hand it over. I lift her hip and stuff it under her, and she lets out a yelp.
“Oh my god, Dodge!”
I know she must feel stuffed beyond what she thought possible.
“Just wait,” I soothe her, and grab her hand, placing it on her lower belly. I pull almost all the way out before surging forward. Her mouth opens in a silent scream before she inhales sharply, and her fingers rub over the small bulge protruding from her belly.
“Is that—oh god!” She cries out when I pull out to do it again, my cock bumping into her fingers as I bury myself as deep as she’ll take me.
I do, over and over, watching her face contort in agonized pleasure that makes me harder.
When I feel her tighten around me, my cock throbs and a little cum leaks.
Her eyes turn a little glassy as she watches me.
“Are you—oh god—are you…you wearing a condom?” It’s such a random question that I barely focus on it.
I always wear a condom. It’s ingrained in our heads at the clubhouse.
Even after I knocked up Winnie’s mom, whenever she wanted to fuck, I still wore a condom.
I hook her legs into my elbows, pushing the pillow out of the way so I can brace my weight on my palms as I pound in and out of her.
My chain sways over her face with each thrust.
“Yeah,” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut as I bury myself to the hilt with each deep stroke. I can’t get enough of her. Her cunt is pulsing around me, and it feels so fucking good, so fucking hot and wet. I can’t hold back any longer.
I come with a long moan, my head thrown back and neck taut as her cunt milks my cock of every drop.
I can feel myself swell before I dump my load, wave after wave of cum flooding her pussy.
My eyebrows dip, and through the haze of pleasure I register how different it feels.
I drop her legs and lean back to look between us.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, gripping my shaft and pulling out. My cock jerks in my hand, sending some more of my cum onto her pussy lips as the rest leaks out of her swollen red cunt. “Fuck.”
“W-what?” she asks breathlessly, rising on her elbows.
“Fuck. I swear I thought—shit, I’m sorry.”
Our gazes clash, and she reaches between her legs, her fingers swiping up her slit and pulling away. Her lips part in a small gasp.
“The condom broke?”
I don’t know what to say to that; I’m struck dumbfounded. She sits up, looking down at my wet cock, my bare, wet cock.
“Dodge…”
I swallow to coat my throat. “I swear I thought—I’ve never fucked anyone without one.” I rub a hand down my face. “Fuck, no wonder it felt so fucking good. I literally was losing my mind.”
We sit there in silence for a few seconds, our still calming pants the only audible noise. A small giggle escapes her, and it lightens some of the tension in my shoulders .
“You good?” I ask her.
She nods and shrugs. “It’s too late, and…I don’t know if I care.”
I lean back over her, kissing her mouth, and she moans against my lips. Her leg goes over my hip. She’s too high on bliss and maybe a little tipsy to fully process what happened. I know we’ll have to talk in the morning, probably get her the pill if she’s not on anything.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll be ready to go again,” I promise her.
“Hmm, please.”