Wrath Chapter 10 #3
“I’ve got to say, she did seem terrified of you, even more than she was of Psycho.
I hate that it made you question your dad’s feelings for you.
I think he’s somewhat narrow-minded about you being with anyone other than a Fiend.
But a part of it has to be that he knows if you’re with one of them, he can be guaranteed your safety.
You’ll be where he can see you’re taken care of at all times. ”
“Sure, they’d care for me, but what about loving me? Or even bigger, me loving them. I told the truth. They’re like brothers and uncles to me. The idea of having sex with them makes me sick. I don’t think I could. And even if I forced myself, the guy would know it. How would either of us be happy?”
The thought of Jalisa with anyone else made my blood pressure rise.
I fought not to let it. “It wouldn’t. Your dad has to be made to see that.
I don’t know how or when, but don’t let this spoil your relationship with your dad.
However, we shouldn’t rely on them to assist with the car show protection detail until we know he’s truly changed his tune and that no one else in his club feels the way he does.
I won’t risk them sabotaging our relationship.
I’m not saying they’d let Killer or the Outlaws take you.
I don’t want any of us distracted wondering about each other. ”
She nodded but didn’t say anything. Then I heard a sniff. I grasped her chin and forced her to look up at me. Her eyes were full of tears. “Shh, baby, don’t. I can’t handle tears. Tell me what I can do to make it better,” I whispered. Tears got me whenever it was someone I cared for.
She wiggled until she could reach my mouth. We kissed. As always, it was an all-consuming one. Instantly, my blood turned to flames as desire filled my body. My cock hardened. We nipped, sucked, and licked until she abruptly pulled away. She was as turned on as I was. Her eyes were slumberous.
“I know what you can do,” she said huskily.
“Keep kissing you until you forget?” I suggested.
“That’s part of it. But in addition, I hoped you’d be willing to make love to me, Lucian. I’m so ready to be yours fully. It’s been killing me to wait. I appreciate why you did it, but I need more. I need to know what my man feels like inside of me. I want your mouth on my body,” she panted.
My heart kicked into high gear. I was afraid to believe I had heard her right, but I had to be sure. “Jalisa, you want us to make love? To have me show you what you do to me?”
“Yes. Put your mouth anywhere you want on my body. Let me taste your cock. Slip it inside of me,” she said, smiling.
A growl came spewing out of me. I rolled so she was on her back on the mattress. I was hovering over her. My cock was fully erect. My heart pounded in anticipation. My dreams had been filled with countless fantasies about us together and all the ways we could make love.
“Last chance to say no. It won’t be easy to stop if you change your mind when we’re in the middle,” I warned.
“Don’t stop,” she stated.
“Then the first thing to go is these clothes. We don’t need them,” I said.
I eased her to sit up and easily removed her top.
The sight of her bare tits made me pause.
I’d felt them through her clothes, and they were firm and plump.
They were big for someone her size and more than filled my hand.
I groaned, then lowered my head to circle and suck each rosy nipple.
They were a dark mauve-pink color. She moaned.
I hated to stop, but I wanted her completely naked.
Then, I could return to making proper love to them.
I pushed her gently flat again, then hooked my fingers underneath the waist of her shorts.
She pressed her heels into the mattress to lift her ass.
I slid them down. As I did, I realized she had no panties on.
I tossed her shorts to the foot of the bed to join her top.
I was mesmerized. She had a small triangle of hair on her mound that led to her clit.
The rest of her mound was smooth. I pushed her legs further apart to let me see what her pussy looked like.
The inner folds were hair-free and soft, and the lips were the same pink as her nipples.
I vaguely noted that she had no tan lines.
Her folds glistened with her excitement.
Her scent hit my nose, and I inhaled deeply.
It was musky and floral, mixed. I glanced up at her.
She was watching me with a slightly apprehensive expression.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked hesitantly.
“Like it? Fuck, I love it. I need a taste. Then I’ll come back to give your amazing tits more love and work my way back here.
I’m not sure how much control I have tonight for foreplay.
I’ve been dreaming of having you for days.
But I swear I’ll give you at least one orgasm before the main event,” I vowed.
“More than one?”
“Oh yeah. God, I can’t wait,” I moaned, then I moved to lie between her legs, spread them wider, and took my first swipe.
I licked from her entrance to her clit. I paused to suck and tease it with my tongue, then ran it down to flutter my tongue inside her hole. She cried out, and her hips came off the bed. I put my hands on her hip bones to hold her in place.
Her taste and scent drove me wild, and I greedily lapped, sucked, bit, and rubbed my beard all over her pussy.
She was constantly moaning, whimpering, begging me not to stop, and her hands were buried in my hair, holding me close.
I could happily die right here. I knew she was ramping closer to an orgasm.
Her cum was increasing. To get her there, I slid a finger inside of her.
She was tight. I’d never felt a woman this snug.
It must’ve been a while since she had sex.
As soon as that thought surfaced, I shoved it away.
I didn’t want to think of her past lovers.
They didn’t matter. Only we, now, and in the future did.
I thrust a couple of times before wiggling a second one inside. I rubbed the tips of my fingers over her G-spot as I sucked, then bit her clit. Jalisa clamped down on my fingers and screamed. Her cum filled my mouth. I lapped it up, growling as I did.
My cock was pressed into the mattress, and I hurt.
I needed to be inside of her, but I wanted to worship her tits first. I eased her down from the high by slowing my finger thrusts and lightly licking her folds.
When she went limp, I reluctantly placed a kiss on her clit and then raised up.
She had a dreamy smile on her face. I smirked, then kissed my way up her stomach to her tits.
I cupped one, kneaded it, then tweaked her nipple. The other I sucked into my mouth.
“Lucian, oh God, that was incredible,” she murmured.
I lifted my eyes and winked at her. I was too busy making love to her incredible tits to speak. I continued for another minute or so before I let go.
“I’m glad you liked it. If I didn’t do something you like when getting your pussy eaten, tell me. I want it to be the best it can be for you. I’ll be going down on you a lot. I plan to worship you that way often. Your flavor is incredible.”
Her eyes dropped, and she got an odd look. Unease hit me. I sat up with my legs folded under me.
“Jalisa, talk to me. What didn’t you like? You can tell me. You don’t have to have your pussy eaten if you don’t want it.” I would’ve sworn she did, based on the way she begged and the sounds she made.
Her eyelids flew up, and she shook her head emphatically. “No! Oh, please, no, that’s not it. Lord, this is embarrassing. I should’ve told you before this.” She was sort of muttering.
“Told me what? What’s wrong?”
“I have a confession to make about me and sex. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before we got this far. I didn’t know how to say it.”
“Just say it.” I was at a loss for what it could be. Why was she acting so hesitant? Jalisa was bold and very blunt. I hadn’t seen anything that scared her.
“Lucian, I don’t know how I like my pussy eaten or my breasts touched.
Just like I don’t know what it’s like to have a cock inside of me.
Or at least a real one. I know people see me as this brash, wild biker woman.
And I am in a lot of ways. I flirt and tease, but that’s as far as it’s ever gone.
I’ve never had sex with a man, Lucian. I’m a virgin at freaking twenty-six.
” She whispered the last part as her face flushed red.
Suffice it to say that I was beyond stunned.
I sat there, frozen. My brain tried to register and dissect what she said.
It was impossible. No way she’d never been with a man.
What about Killer? Or the men before him?
She dated and had boyfriends, didn’t she?
What prevented her from sleeping with them?
All those things were racing through my mind as I stared at her.