Chapter Ten #2
“Forget that,” he says, taking my purse strap from my shoulder and tossing it aside. “I only have eyes for you.”
We kiss and as we do, he steers me toward the bedroom door that’s wide open. As we reach it my top is off and away. By the time the backs of my legs hit the bed my bra has gone too.
“I fucking love your tits.” He stoops and takes the left into his mouth and as he sucks on my nipple, he massages my right breast.
I moan and flutter my eyes closed. Run my fingers into his thick hair. Am I dreaming? To make sure I’m not, I open my eyes and watch him feasting on me. It feels so damn good and my pussy clenches in response.
Then he’s pushing at my pants, taking them down along with my plain white work underwear.
“We need to fuck,” he says, standing and dragging at his cut and t-shirt. He curses as it takes him a moment to undo his boots.
I kick off my shoes and climb onto the bed. The anticipation is exhilarating and watching his strong body working quickly to remove the last of his clothing has my heart pounding in excitement. I tweak my damp nipple and grin as he crawls naked onto the bed with me.
“I ain’t ever letting you go,” he says against my lips. “And I promise I’m gonna treat you so good. I’ll never hurt you, I’ll give you everything I have to give.”
“I know.” I cup his face and for the first time see vulnerability in his eyes. “And I won’t hurt you, Reaper. I promise that too.”
He groans softly and kisses me, pulling our bodies into alignment. His cock is solid and at full erection and its length slots up against me.
I’m hungry for him, hungry for everything. “Let me ride you,” I say onto his lips.
“Fuck, yeah.” He flips to his back, dragging me with him.
I straddle his thighs and take hold of his cock. I give it a firm squeeze and then stroke to the tip and back down.
“Ah, honey, fuck...” He’s watching me. “Your little hands ... doing that.” He groans long and low.
“Well, if you like that.” I rise up and hold his cock at the entrance to my pussy. “I think you’ll love this.”
“I fucking know I will.” His jaw tenses and he grips my waist. “Fuck ... sit on me. I need it so bad.”
So do I, so I lower and take his cock into my damp pussy. I don’t rush. I take my time, experiencing every inch of him. I throw my head back and enjoy the exquisite stretching as he goes deeper. His big cock is glorious and hard and I keep going until my butt hits his thighs.
“Jesus, help me,” he groans and palms my breasts. “You look fucking glorious sitting on me like this.”
“It feels fucking glorious.” I tip forward and my clit connects with his body. “Ah, yeah.”
“Ride me,” he says, urging me to rock. “Until we both come.”
“Yes. Yes.”
He captures my mouth and I work myself against him. Internally his cock rubs my hot spot and I tremble on each full penetration.
“I won’t ever get enough of this,” he says, releasing my left breast and cupping my left buttock. “We were made for each other.”
“Careful,” I say onto his lips. “That’s almost romantic. You’ll ruin your badass biker image.”
He huffs. “I don’t wanna hold back telling you how I feel. Everyone else can go to hell, but you ... I don’t want to hide.”
“So don’t.” I work my hips. “Don’t ever stop showing me who you are because I adore you ... I love you.”
There, I’d said it.
“Fuck. I love you too.”
Our kiss speaks a thousand words and he urges me to fuck him harder, ride faster. I do it, the pressure in my clit mounting.
My skin is hot, our flesh slicks together, and I fight to catch my breath. On and on we kiss. Our teeth knock and when my climax builds, I lose concentration. Pleasure is all I can think of.
He squeezes my buttock a little harder and then trails his fingers down the cleft of my buttocks. He swipes over my asshole.
I gasp into his mouth. I’m so close, my orgasm about to overspill. It’s here and I hold my breath, my muscles tense, and I get ready for blast off.
And in that moment, he pushes his finger up my asshole.
“Oh!” I cry out, the unexpected sensation is deeply erotic, dark, and delicious.
I spiral into a wild climax, bucking and grinding and taking him deeper in my pussy and ass.
“Ah, fuck ... yes!” he cries out and releases into me. His hips thrusting upward as he turns to granite. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.”
I moan long and low and squeeze my eyes closed. My climax is intense and satisfying and sends a tremble of bliss up my spine. “Oh, God, yes, yes.”
I bury my face in the curve of his neck and breathe in his scent. Gradually I slow. He pulls his finger from my ass and I tremble and my pussy rolls into an aftershock.
“One day I’ll fuck your ass,” he says against my ear. “I think you’ll like it, kinky little minx.”
I giggle. “First time for everything.”
“Gonna be lots of firsts coming your way. Starting with a guy who is going to treat you like a princess and not a damn punching bag.”
“Thank you.” I look up at him.
“No.” He touches his nose to mine. “Don’t say thank you, it’s only what you deserve.”
We kiss and the man who makes others tremble in fear makes me feel safe. My past is dark, his past is darker, but together we can find the light.
Neither of us have family, yet we have chosen one another. Looked beyond scars and brutal memories and committed to making it work: making love work in a place it has to fight to survive.