Cannon
This woman doesn't know what she does to me. Has never known what she does to me. Even though I shouldn't be doing this, she's my enemy, but I can't stop it. There's a small voice in the back of my head telling me to. Telling me that I need to be completely honest with her about my intentions.
But I'm the fucking President of The Sinners Creek MC, and I've not gotten this far in my life by being completely honest about my intentions.
My cock punches against the zipper of my jeans. My hands go to work. One at the nape of her neck, the other down to the hem of her t-shirt, yanking up and over her head. With the palm at her nape, I apply pressure and pull her closer to me. "Don't worry, Natasha, I'll take care of you."
And that's when my mouth devours hers. There's no slow slide into a sensual kiss with this woman. It's a possession from the word go. We've kissed before, sure. But there's always been something that needed our attention, and I couldn't lose myself in her. I'm losing myself now.
She makes a noise deep in her throat that goes straight to my cock. The zipper is digging in, but I like the pain. Her fingernails catch on the leather of my cut as she tries to get under to the t-shirt material. "We've gotta get fucking naked now," I say after pulling back slightly.
We look at each other for a moment, and then it's like we're in a race. I'm out of my clothes in fifteen seconds flat, the only thing still covering me is my black boxer-briefs. She's going for the hook on her bra, when I reach out and circle my fingers around her wrist.
"What?" Those blue eyes of hers lift to mine. "Is this not okay?"
"No," I answer, shaking my head. Leaning into her, I push her back so that she's against the wall. "No that's not okay. If anyone is taking that flimsy piece of lace off, it's me. Move those fingers and let me get to work."
Her eyes darken, and a smile spreads across her face. "Please, go ahead."
My fingers actually shake as I reach back and unhook the clasp.
When those milky globes tumble out, and I get a good look at the candy apple nipples, my mouth waters.
My arms move of their own accord. They go down, my hands hooking around her thighs to lift her against the wall.
Pressing her there, I hold her with my body weight as I wrap her legs around my waist, situate her the way I want her, and then fuse my lips to one of those nipples.
"Cannon, fuck," she moans, slamming her head back.
Her fingernails scrape against my scalp.
That little bit of pain makes my cock leak, and the sensitive tip bumping up against the fabric is a special kind of hell.
She grinds her pussy into my length and I growl, biting down on her nipple before pulling away.
"You're fucking sweet," I growl, lifting her from the wall, and throwing her back onto the bed.
"You're not," she whispers, grinning.
"But you like it."
"I do."
My knees hit the comforter, and I reach forward, palming her thighs so that I can spread them and make room for my big body. She reaches up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxer-briefs. "As soon as these come off, there's no going back," I warn her.
"I don't want to go back. I want every single bit of this, Cannon."
"You sure?" I ask her one last time. "Little goody two shoes, teacher wants to get a little dirty?"
"Yes." She throws her head back, exposing her throat to me.
I take the invitation, laying my body flat against hers, and putting my mouth on her flesh. Her pulse is thudding rapidly, and I suck, hard. She groans, pushing her pussy up to my length.
"Please, use your fingers or something, I need to be filled."
Releasing the suction, I look down into those eyes of hers. "Your wish is my command, babe."
Running a hand down the middle of her body, I push her thigh a little further out, and then sneak my fingers past the panel of her panties. When I tuck a finger into her warmth, my cock pulses. "Jesus Christ you're wet and swollen."
"I know," she grunts. "This is what you do to me. What you've done to me since I saw you in the car-rider line wearing that pair of fucking aviator sunglasses. I've touched myself thinking about you."
Fuck. My. Life. "You have?"
"Yeah, more than once. I've wondered what you looked like without that cut on, how dirty you are in bed, if you're a grower, if you know how to please a woman. I've wondered it all, and now that it's here, I'm terrified."
"Of what?" My voice is full of gravel and barely audible.
"That I'm going to be the one who disappoints you."
Pressing my finger into her, I use my thumb to worry her clit. "Trust me, if your pussy grips my cock as good as it does my finger, you're not going to disappoint me."
We don't say anything else as we start grinding against one another, my mouth travels all along her neck, collarbone, down to those tits, sucking on her nipples.
Her fingers tug at the strands of my hair, her legs widen, pussy presses against me as I work her core.
The only sound in the room is the two of us trying to get closer to one another.
Until she reaches down and slips her fingers under the waistband of my boxer-briefs and grips my length.
"Whoa, whoa," I caution as it jumps in her palm.
"You gonna let go too quick?" She grins, a sauciness in those blue eyes.
"If you keep rubbing like that. I've been on the brink since I met you."
She stops. "You mean you haven't been with anyone else since we met?"
Now it's time to be honest. It's time to let her know that no matter how any of this started, she's had me since the moment she walked into the clubhouse.
For me it wasn't the first time I saw her, it was the first time I knew she was going to be mine.
"No one. Not even the women I had in rotation before I met you. "
"Fuck me," her voice is dark and raspy. "Fuck me, Cannon." She gets rid of her panties, and I push my boxer-briefs down enough that I can get to my cock.
Lifting onto my knees, I reach over and grab a condom.
I want nothing more than to enter her bare, but I figure this isn't the time for that conversation.
I'm fucking lucky she's even letting me this close to her.
I rip open the package with my teeth, and then suit up, hooking my arms under her thighs, spreading her to my gaze. "One sec, I gotta do something first."
Dipping down, I place my mouth against her pussy and take a taste.
"Goddamn," she mutters. "You're something else."
"And you taste sweet as I imagined you would." Then she reaches down, gripping the base of my cock, holding it as I press into her. We both groan loudly, when I finally push inside her. "Fuck you're tight," I growl.
"You're big," she answers back, breathing through her nose. "Move for me, Cannon. Show me what you can do."
At that moment every thought I had about going slow goes out the window, and I pick up speed. She's completely on board if her nails digging into my shoulders is any indication. Her legs tighten around my waist, her heels digging into my ass.
Thrust, retreat, thrust, retreat. I'm trying to concentrate on not blowing my load too early when she starts pressing up against me.
Her arms circle around my neck, holding on as I stretch out into a push up.
The base of my back starts tingling as I use my knees for leverage, and sweat starts making our bodies slide against one another.
"Fuck Cannon, I'm gonna come."
"Do it," I encourage her. "I wanna see what the good little teacher looks like when she comes against the big bad motorcycle club president's cock."
She screams, throwing her head back, exposing her elegant neck.
When her body tightens, I growl, burying my face in her neck, as I fill the condom.
But even after I let go of everything I have, I can't stop rocking in and out of her body.
Eventually the only sound in the room is our breathing, and the pounding of my heart in my ears.
"Holy shit," she laughs. "I had no idea."
Me neither, but I can't say that to her. "You're welcome."
Normally I'd tell the woman in my bed to leave, but I don't with her. Not when I get up to dispose of the condom, and come back to her with her eyes closed, her breathing deep. Instead, I hook my arm around her waist, pull her back to my front, and slide into sleep with her.
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