Chapter Thirty-One #2
I do and he walks over to the tarp to pull it up so it’s a few feet above our heads, without messing with the lighting.
“Stay there.”
He goes off into the darkness and I watch until his figure completely disappears.
The cool water droplets sizzling on my hot skin.
It’s a refreshing feeling. A bright light nearly blinds me and the roar of an engine sounds.
Wraith comes back into view on his motorcycle.
Once the motorcycle is under the tarp he turns the engine off and gestures for me to come to him.
I walk toward him and he scoots back in his seat.
“Take my shirt off.” He says.
He grabs me by my waist and hoists me on the bike, facing him.
My fingers find their way to his suspenders and slide them down his shoulders and solid biceps.
I let them fall to his sides and then reach for the crop top.
I pull it up and he raises his arms, allowing me to pull the fabric over his head.
My eyes scan his gorgeous tattoos. My heart skips a beat and I freeze, my blood going ice cold when I spot a particular tattoo.
A tattoo that looks fresh... no is fresh because there’s plastic still on it and the skin around this tattoo is red and looks irritated.
“You like it?” he asks.
I look at him, smirking down at me before looking back at the fucking tattoo that reads:
Belongs to Harhsal Bolaji
“You got a tattoo that says you belong to me.” I state. “...Over your heart.”
“All four words are taken to heart.” Wraith says. “You’ve tattooed your name on my heart and soul, marking me as yours, now it’s my turn to mark you as mine.”
He sits on the seat I usually sit on and pulls me into what is usually his seat.
Strategically he lifts me and turns me over so my backside is facing him.
He grunts, checking me out with his insatiable eyes.
His gaze gliding over my very exposed body makes me feel desired, wanted, sexually worth it, sexy but most of all his gaze makes me feel.
.. loved. I bite my lip and hold onto the handles of the motorcycle.
Arching my back I wiggle my ass at him and he growls.
I smile but it quickly morphs into an expression of pleasure when I feel his mouth on my ass.
His tongue glides up my crack agonizingly slow.
Thunder booms as Wraith puts his hands on my body, kneading it with his strong, calloused fingers.
“Oh fuck.” I moan when he reaches my hole with his mouth.
Now I understand why he had me douche before my shower earlier today.
I push my ass further against his mouth and he hums, taking everything I give him like he’s a starving puppy.
His tongue swirls around my hole before entering me.
My back arches and I grip the handlebars tighter.
The engine of the bike roars to life and it startles me.
Looking down I see that he didn’t take the key out of the ignition and I somehow accidentally turned it.
Wraith reaches around me and stabilizes the bike so it won’t go anywhere, still tongue fucking me.
“Wraith.” I moan, my head hanging between my shoulders.
“Mm.” he hums.
His tongue strokes me firmly, making my body tremble in pleasure and his dick has yet to touch me!
Raising up he leaves a trail of kisses from my hole to my right ass cheek.
He lifts his mouth off me and I hate it.
I want both his hands and mouth on me, touching me, kissing me, fucking marking me!
Leaning down he kisses my ass cheek again before a sharp pain shoots through me, quickly morphing into a pleasurable sting.
Soon my brain registers that he is biting me.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” I moan, reveling in the painful pleasure. “Harder.”
The intensity of the bite increases and I nearly cum in my jockstrap. My hands tighten on the handlebars once again, accidentally revving the bike.
“Oh, my Dark Angel.” I moan.
He then soothes the bite by licking it.
“Tatsey fucking peach.” He groans.
“It’s your peach.” I smile over my shoulder.
“Oh yeah?” he asks.
I nod.
He pulls the keys out of the ignition and pockets them.
“Get up.” He demands.
We both get off the bike. He guides me to lay my back against the seat of the bike, my feet planted firmly on the ground while half my body hangs over the other side of the vehicle like a rainbow arch.
He even makes sure I don’t crush my angel wings.
I feel his fingers run up and down my smooth tummy.
He plants a few kisses along my tummy before biting my side.
“Mine.” He growls.
“Fuck.” I sigh.
No one and I mean absolutely no one has ever made me feel the way this man does. He walks over to the side my head is hanging over and drops to his knees.
“Undo my pants, get my dick out.”
I hesitantly reach for his pants, afraid I’ll fall over with the bike. He places his flat palm on my belly.
“Don’t worry my angel, I won’t let you fall, I promise.”
Reaching for his pants I undo them and pull them down his muscular thighs.
My mouth waters at the sight of them. I then pull his boxers down and find his raging hard on.
I lick my lips as I stare at it. He positions himself so his hard dick reaches my lips.
Like a starving man I lock my lips around the head.
The salty taste of his flesh explode on my tongue.
I swirl my tongue around the head and I hear him moan.
“What’s with the teasing baby?” he asks.
Opening my mouth further he slides his dick deeper in my mouth and together we moan in pleasure.
I start bobbing my head up and down his shaft, loving the taste of him.
I moan each time the head of his dick hits the back of my throat.
His hand comes to my throat and he massages it as he face fucks me.
“Relax that throat for me Angel.” He says. “I’m gonna deep throat you.”
I try my best to relax and when I finally do I feel his penis go further into my mouth and enter my throat until his pelvis is flush against my chin.
My eyes widen at the weird feeling of having something so big in my throat.
I swallow around his penis and it jerks.
I feel him kiss my lower chest and the top of my stomach as my throat accommodates his penis.
He holds it there for a little while. I gag around his shaft and he finally pulls out of my throat.
I take in a deep breath as his dick leaves my mouth.
“You did so good.” He says.
Rising to his feet he takes his pants all the way off, leaving him completely naked.
On the ground there’s a bag, a bag I never noticed until now.
He reaches said bag and pulls something silver out.
Turning back to me he reveals a Semi-Automatic Pistol.
Getting back on his knees his places the gun on my lips.
“Suck.” He instructs. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
Opening my mouth I let him slide the gun in my mouth. It’s cold but that’s something I ignore as I begin to suck it like it’s a dick. He watches me with dilated pupils before pulling it out and walking around to the other side of the bike.
“Stay there.” He says. “Don’t move.”
He lays the gun on my belly and walks back to the bag. He pulls out bloody caution tape. Something I’m assuming he got at the Halloween store. Walking back to the other side of the bike I feel him tie me to the bike with the tape.
“Legs up and open, Grey Eyes.” He says.
I do as he says and he reaches for the band of my jockstrap. He pulls it off me, leaving every inch of my body exposed with the exception of the fishnets and the angel wings. He kisses my inner thighs and grabs the gun. He spits on my hole before slowly nudging the gun inside me.
“Oh fucking shit.” I sigh.
The cold metal of the weapon feels soothing to my body as it glides up my walls, giving them a delicious stretch. My hips wiggle, trying to get more pleasure from the damn thing. Who knew getting fucked by a gun could feel so fucking good? Wraith chuckles.
“Does my angel want more?” he asks.
“Yes.” I moan. “More. More.”
He continues to fuck my hole, his pace slowly getting faster and he maneuvers it so it touches my prostate. I jolt and if it weren’t for the bloody caution tape I probably would have fallen off the damn motorcycle.
“That the spot?” he asks.
I nod, forgetting he can’t see me.
“Words my angel.” He says, continuously fucking me with the gun.
“Yes, that’s the fucking spot, please don’t stop.”
He presses it against my prostate again and I jolt once more.
He kisses me right above my belly button before pulling the gun out of me.
He places it back on my belly, leaving my hole feeling empty.
That is until I feel his dick enter me which is ten times better than the fucking weapon. I moan, pulling at my locs.
“Yes, please fuck me.” I moan.
“Yes sir.” He says.
Grabbing my hips he goes to town on me. I jostle around on the bike as he fucks the living daylights out of me.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” I chant with each thrust.
“Damn you feel like my own personal slice of heaven.” He moans. “Every time I fuck you.”
His dicks keeps hitting that magical spot inside me and I feel like I’m about to burst from too much pleasure.
But I crave more, I want to burst from too pleasure.
Too much pleasure given to me by my Dark Angel.
I feel my own dick begin to leak cold, sticky precum onto my stomach and the gun being jostled around on me.
“Fuck yeah, get my favorite gun dirty, stain it with your precum.” Wraith moans. “I want you to cum on my bike, staining it with the root of you.”
He rips the tape from my body and lifts me up in one smooth movement.
He makes me straddle the bike like I’m the driver and gets behind me.
He spanks my ass as he reenters my hole.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Thunder booms as lightning strikes, bringing me back to reality for a moment.
Wraith grabs my wrists and holds them hostage behind my back with one hand.
The other hand snakes around to my front and he uses that as leverage as he fucks me.
“Oh.” I groan, leaning into him, my head on his shoulder. “Yeah, fuck me harder!”
“My fucking pleasure Angel.”
His hips snap up into my ass as he rails the fuck out of me. My dick stands at attention while precum slides down my shaft. Wraith kisses my neck and nibbles on the sensitive flesh. My nipples become peaks. My hips start to grind into him and he slows down.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, ride my dick for your pleasure.” He whispers in my ear. “Use me as your personal fucking dildo, I want you to cum from just my dick my angel.”
His dirty mouth fuels me to grind harder on his penis until out of nowhere my orgasm hits me.
I shout as waves upon waves of pleasure course through my body.
My cum paints his motorcycle, dripping on his leather seats and down the side of his tank.
I pant as I try to catch my breath from the mind blowing orgasm he just gave me.
“That’s my good fucking boy.” He whispers in my ear. “But you’re not done yet.”
I turn my head to look at him.
“What?” I ask.
He smirks.
“You heard me, I’m not done with you yet Angel.” He responds.
Oh my! What have I gotten myself into?