32. Cupid #3
“Good naughty girl,” I coo, grinning and enjoying the feel of her hot mouth around me. “Rub it hard the way my hand would.”
Her slender fingers work her clit, rubbing tight little circles over her sensitive nub the way I do when I’m pleasuring her. Vanessa’s whimpers turn into deep groans. She won’t last long, and thank God. I’m about to unload. My balls are pulling up, tightening with my upcoming release.
At this point, we’re in a race to see who will finish first. Normally, I have no problem holding out until my partner gets off. However, Vanessa is casting magic on my dick, and her tongue is her wand. I pray I can hold out until she comes.
When I see Vanessa’s eyes shutter close, I brace myself. This will be intense.
She cries out her release around my dick deep in her throat, launching off a cascade of delicious spasms along my rigid length. Her release triggers my own. My orgasm hits me at once, locking my knees and stealing the air in my lungs.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I pant between the spasms of my climax, releasing ropes of my seed into Vanessa’s mouth.
She continues to work my cock until the last drop is spent and the aftershocks of my release have faded.
When she finally releases my spent length from her hot mouth, my body shakes from holding myself upright. Her lips are moist with my release that slipped past her mouth, and her smile is wicked. She knows exactly what she did to me and she’s damn proud of herself.
With the last of my strength, I take her chin between my fingers, running my thumb over her bottom lip and collecting my come that spilled past her lips.
I push my thumb past her puffy, abused lips, not wanting her to miss a single drop of the gift I gave her.
Without me having to ask, Vanessa’s talented little tongue swirls around my thumb, sucking the rest of my seed off of me and making me hum with approval.
“Up,” I order, my voice raw.
Vanessa uses my forearms to pull herself to her bare feet.
She sways into me, still recovering from her orgasm.
I hold her in my arms, brushing her tousled hair away from her pretty face before cupping her cheek in one of my hands and claiming her mouth with mine.
Vanessa opens her mouth like a flower chasing the sun, letting me sweep my tongue along hers.
I taste the salty bitterness of my release still on her lips and tongue, loving how it still coats the inside of her mouth.
It’s another place on her I’ve laid claim.
As much as I want to get lost in Vanessa’s kisses and give her aftercare for being such a damn good girl, an urgent matter needs to be addressed first.
Pulling back from the kiss, I give her a pointed look. “What did you see outside tonight?”
My woman hesitates a moment before meeting my gaze with tears welling in her eyes.
“You may be a dangerous biker, Cupid, but I’m putting my faith in you and this club that you’re not selling drugs.
I’ve seen firsthand the damage it does. It robbed me of my family and childhood.
I refuse for it to rob me of losing you, whether to addiction or to prison. ”
Sweet saints, my Butterfly is stripping me of my hardness with her confession. Yes, I’m doing shady dealings, but never would I subject her to the same abuse her parents put her through in her youth.
“Promise me it’s not drugs,” she retorts, her voice pleading.
My thumbs brush away the few tears rolling down her cheeks, wanting to wipe away all the pain of losing her parents. Her asking for reassurance regarding this matter is understandable, given her history and the career she is studying for. I’ll remove her worry immediately.
“Royal Bastards never touch the shit,” I vow reassuringly, well aware selling narcotics would be a deal-breaker for her. “I swear it on my club and on my cut.”
She lets out a long, relieved sigh. “I believe you.”
“I’m not saying that I’m not doing illegal shit—that’s how the MC operates. But drugs will never come through my club. I’ll walk away with you from the Royal Bastards if it ever crosses my threshold. You have my word.”
“You’re choosing me?”
“I already chose you. What I’m telling you is the club may come first, but not at the expense of losing you. We both know what’s important to the other, and we’ll not cross those boundaries.”
“Well then, I saw nothing that concerns me,” she says sweetly, wrapping her slender arms around my midsection.
Pleased, I smile. “Good girl.”
“Promise me you’ll be smart in handling whatever is in those crates,” she adds, concern seeping into her tone again.
“Butterfly,” I coo, kissing her tenderly. “Don’t worry. I’m always two steps ahead of the law and whoever we’re dealing with.”
“You wouldn’t be in the game as long as you have been if what you say isn’t true. I just, I can’t lose you,” Vanessa admits, laying her head against my chest.
My hand runs over her wavy tendrils and down her back before my arms constrict around her, creating a protective barrier between us and the rest of the world. “The devil himself couldn’t keep us apart. If he or anyone else tries, I’ll end them.”