55. Candy
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
CANDY
B utch groans in that manly way he does when he’s more than game for what I have planned—something between a wild growl and needy moan. It lights a wick of excitement straight to my pussy, and I’m more than eager to take out my frustrations with him in the bedroom.
Rest will have to wait.
“Does this mean you forgive me for being—what did you call me?” He muses, rubbing his chin with contemplation. “A stupidly clueless man?
I bop him on the tip of his nose. “Yes, I forgive you. But don’t think you’re off the hook. I want a wedding—a real one, minus the horrid tux and fluffy ball gown you seem to think I like. Eww. We do it our way, with biker cuts, short skirts, and combat boots.”
“Okay. But I’m not shaving my legs.”
Laughing, I swat him playfully on his chest. “You won’t be wearing the skirt—me and the girls are.”
“Even better.” He smiles like I’ve hung the moon. “Whatever you want, we’ll make it happen.”
“I want to do it soon. Gosh, there’s so much to plan. We need to pick the wedding party, a cake, wedding bands?— ”
“Ah, shit!” Butch jumps from the couch like his ass is on fire, racing into the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
He pops back into the seating area, waving at me to stop when he sees me getting up from the couch to follow him. “I’ll be right back. Give me a second.”
“Okay,” I say, slightly confused. But the way Butch smiles at me before disappearing back into the bedroom has me assuming he’s up to something good.
I park my butt back on the couch, listening to Butch rummaging frantically through the nightstand. Slamming a draw shut, Butch comes skidding back toward the couch. He drops to one knee in front of me, holding open a black velvet ring box with a giant pink marquise diamond ring—something to represent the original candy ring he proposed with, but more permanent.
My jaw drops. This is unexpected. Then again, I’m starting to realize I should to expect the unexpected from my sly biker.
With a dimpled smile overtaking his handsome chiseled face, Butch says, “I mucked this up last time. Not going to screw it up the second time around.”
“Butch,” I whisper, happy tears running down my face. He’s had this ring for who knows how long, intending to make our marriage legit. Where all other men have failed, this man is determined to do right by me.
“Marry me, Candy. Be mine, and I’ll be yours in every single way— always .” He pauses, waiting for me to answer, until he remembers his manners. “Please, Goddess.”
“Yes,” I say, laughing through my tears. I take him by his biceps, yanking him in for a kiss.
Raring to go, Butch lunges forward, his lips colliding with mine and knocking us flat on the couch. We laugh between kisses, savoring this big moment of ours.
When we finally come up for air, Butch slips the ring onto my left ring finger. A perfect fit, exactly like us.
Butch is practically vibrating with joy. “We should tell the rest of the family and celebrate.”
“We will,” I say pleasantly. “After I’ve handled your bad behavior.”
“Come again?”
“You hid our marriage. That can’t go unpunished, can it?”
My biker’s delight turns to lust in a nanosecond. Looking at me with a smoldering stare, Butch slips off the couch to kneel before me. “Whatever my goddess wants, I will obey.”
Running my fingers over his short hair, I smirk. “Be honest with me. How bad is your shoulder?”
“Sore, but I can handle whatever it is you have in mind.”
“Can you handle crawling?”
Butch runs his teeth over his bottom lip hungrily before releasing it. “Yes. I won’t put all my weight on that arm.”
I pat his cheek before standing. “Good. Follow me.”
As I make my way towards our bed, Butch crawls on all fours after me. I peek at him over my shoulder, watching him prowl after me like a damn tiger ready to pounce. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen him do to date.
A giddy laugh escapes me. This will be fun.
Once he reaches me at the bed, I motion for him to stand. He rises, towering over me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, matching the thrill in his hazel eyes. Using my fingers, I tease his waistline before tearing away the towel sitting precariously on his trim hips. I look down the length of him, pleased to find him hard and ready for me.
A soft rumble rolls in his chest as I take him in. He watches me, patiently waiting for my next command.
“On the bed, on your back.”
He moves around me, centering himself in the middle of our mattress.
With his heated gaze on me, I move around the drawer at the foot of our bed. Though I grab the items I intend to use right away, I make a big deal of rummaging around, knowing it will pique his interest and libido. I hear him rustling on the bed, probably straining to see what I’m doing.
Perfect. I want him raring to go.
When I’ve made him wait long enough, I come back to the side of the bed with two pairs of handcuffs. He smirks at my choice.
“Can your shoulder tolerate your arm being up?”
“As long as you’re not yanking on it, I’ll be fine.”
Straddling his hips, I handcuff his good arm first to the rung in our headboard before moving on to his sore shoulder. I carefully lift it, cuffing it to the bed, too.
“Okay?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“You let me know if it hurts at any time, and I’ll remove the cuffs.”
He nods, leaning back into the pillows to make himself more comfortable.
Rubbing against him, I slide off his body back onto the floor, loving the way he groans with pleasure.
And then I torture him in the best way possible.
Slowly, I peel off my clothes. First my shirt, followed by my bra. Butch licks his lips hungrily as my breasts fall free. His dick jumps, hitting him in the stomach when I remove my leggings.
Wanting to drive him wild, I turn around, giving him my backside as I bend over and slide off my thong.
“Fuuuck,” Butch grates in his rough voice. His shackles clank against the wood rungs in our headboard, like he’s testing their strength.
“Nu-uh,” I scold, turning around to shake a finger at him. “You need to behave. We don’t want you hurting your shoulder.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he concedes in a pained voice, not from his wounds, but from his need.
Coming around the foot of the bed, I close the drawer before I crawl over it onto the bed. Butch watches me with a heated stare as I stalk up his body, stopping at his knees. I hold his stare as I lean forward. My biker strains his neck, watching as my face gets up close and personal with his thick cock.
Running my nose along his groin, I breathe him in. He smells of soap, yet I still smell his heady, smoky clove scent underneath.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” Butch murmurs.
Snaking my tongue out, I lick the glistening precome from the tip of his cock. “Mmm. You taste delicious—salty and ready for me.”
“Goddess—” I cut him off, swirling my tongue around the head of his length. He gurgles a curse as I suck him deep into my mouth.
Slurping and sucking, I give him head the way one should—enthusiastically and choking on it. It’s messy and primal, and if his guttural sounds are anything to go on, Butch is loving the attention I’m giving him.
After several minutes, I release his dick with a slow, wet pop to tease him. He moans loudly from the loss, thrusting his hips upward, like he’s chasing my lips.
“So greedy. Good things come to those who wait. Now, be good and stay patient. I’ll make it worth your time.”
My biker cusses under his breath but lets his body go slack against the bed.
“Good boy,” I purr before swallowing his cock down in one slick bob of my head.
Butch’s eyes roll back in his head, his body tensing underneath me as I bring him back to the cusp.
When I feel his hips undulate, I pull away again, leaving a wet trail of saliva in my wake.
“Fuuuck,” Butch cries out, panting against the sheets as he tries to calm himself down before blowing his load.
Not giving him enough time to recover, I cup his balls while sucking him to the back of my throat. With my head moving faster than a fiddler’s elbow, I drive my man over the edge, releasing him at the last second.
Butch’s body arches off the bed, like his cock is trying to follow my retreating mouth. His eyes pinch shut at the same time his lips peel back to show his clenched teeth. He hisses viciously as he releases onto his taut stomach, his body shaking with uncontrolled tremors on the bed beneath us.
Watching Butch in the throes of violent orgasm pulls my lips up in one corner of my mouth. He’s so beautiful when he’s vulnerable, so perfectly mine for the taking.
“I’m sorry, Goddess,” he wheezes as his dick continues to spurt the rest of his come onto his boxed abs. He eyes me helplessly, his look beseeching.
“Naughty, boy,” I tsk, shaking my head like I’m disappointed when I’m completely the opposite of upset. “Look at the mess you made of yourself. Stay still while I clean you.”
Holding his stare, I lean forward on hands and knees, and take a long drag across his stomach with my tongue.
Butch’s mouth falls open on an orgasm-induced moan. My eyes roll to the back of my head with his taste coating on my tongue. “Mmm. You taste so good when you’re disobedient.”
Groaning with pleasure, I continue to lick up his salty release on his stomach, enjoying the way his body strains against my mouth, seeking more attention from me.
My man throws back his head, gasping as I finish using my tongue to clean him.
While he’s distracted, I turn my greedy attention to his cock. One long drag across his semi-softening shaft has Butch snapping his head back to attention. His eyes widen as he watches me lick his release on his glistening cock.
I swirl my tongue around his bulbous tip, internally giggling when his dick swells back to life. With my eyes locked on his intense stare, I wrap my lips around the swollen head of his cock and slowly swallow him until it touches the back of my throat.
It’s not long before Butch is harder than a steel pipe in my mouth.
“Goddess,” Butch pants .
I pull back, releasing him with a wet pop . “Your goddess,” I vow before taking him back into mouth.
He hisses, his head falling back against the pillows. “I can’t take any more edging.”
Again, I suck hard before letting him go. “Awww, you poor, poor thing. Do you need to come again?”
“I need to come,” he pleads raggedly, without hesitation. His face and chest glistens with sweat from fighting his release. “Make me come, Goddess. I beg you. Ruin me.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Since you asked so nicely.”
This time, I don’t go back down on him. Instead, I slide up his perfectly sculpted body and straddle his waist. I’m so wet for this man, sliding down on him with ease—all the way to the hilt.
We both gasp with ecstasy when I’m fully seated.
“Candy,” Butch whispers, licking his dry lips. “Please don’t torture me much longer. I—I won’t last long. You feel too fucking good.”
I rotate my hips to watch his face contort somewhere between pleasure and frustration. “You will hold off until I say you can come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Goddess,” he groans helplessly.
I set a slow pace of sliding down, grinding against his pelvis, pulling up, and repeat. Each rotation of my hips brushes my clit against his pelvis, sending off little sparks of pleasure deep in my core.
Gradually, my pace increases, my grinding more excessive with each pass. Avoiding the welt on his chest, I press my palms against his hard pecs to give me more leverage. The beat of his heart accelerating under my hands spurs me forward.
Butch’s eyes take turns between transfixing on my face to looking down where we physically connect in one of the most intimate of ways. He pants, propped against the pillows with his wrists straining against his restraints .
“I could watch your pink pussy lips swallow my cock all day. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.”
His words make me slicker. “Say more words.”
He swallows roughly, sweat dripping down his scared throat. “My dick was made to be your toy. To pleasure you in the filthiest of ways.”
“Yes,” I hiss, trailing my fingers down his torso, up my thighs and rib cage to cup around my heaving breasts. I pinch my nipples, sending a shock of pleasurable pain through my nerves.
I bounce faster on his lap. “More. I need to hear you speak more.”
He swallows raggedly. “I live to make your pussy drench my cock. Fuck, Goddess, I’m close.”
My rhythm ramps faster. “Not yet. Do you hear me, Butch? You will hold off.”
Butch clenches his jaw. His eyes hold mine as he wills himself not to blow his load.
“Good,” I praise through a moan. “You’re such a good, filthy fuck toy.”
Butch’s hips rise off the bed, pistoning into me with the same feverish greed. The tip of his cock taps me deep, rubbing intoxicatingly against some secret area only Butch has ever reached. My thighs shake as I ride him closer to my peak.
When I realize I’m about to shatter, I release my breasts and place my hands back on his sweat-slick chest. I lean in close to Butch’s face to make sure I have his undivided attention.
“It’s time to make us official.”
Butch’s brows pull together as he strains to get closer to my lips. “Goddess?”
“Once I squirt on you, Butch, you’re my property.”
His eyes widen as my words hit home.
I crash my lips against his as the first wave of wetness releases from me, followed by the jolt of pleasure that floods my nerves. My body rocks forward from the convulsions coursing inside of me, nearly dislodging Butch from inside of me. He groans low and deep in his chest, thrusting up into me and sending shockwaves through my heated body. My pussy contracts and releases violently around Butch’s cock as I cry into his mouth, my release soaking into the sheets. Butch swallows my cries, caressing my tongue with his.
“Claim me,” I moan between kisses, lost in wet waves of bliss.
An animalistic roar rips from Butch’s lungs. The headboard shakes, groaning in protest before splintering around us.
Free of his restraints, Butch’s powerful arms wrap around me like a boa, holding me tight against him. He slams me down hard on his cock, making me cry out as more release fights its way out of me.
He pulls me off, only to slam home again one final time before warmth floods my insides. His release triggers another short orgasm from me. My pussy clamps down on his massive cock, milking the rest of his viscous release.
I grab his face, kissing him for all I’m worth as we shake with the aftershocks of our climaxes.
Sated and floating on the high, I can’t help smiling at the man I own, who owns me entirely.
“Mine,” I whisper in-between kisses, loving how my claim slips so easily off my tongue. As natural as breathing. “I love you, Butch.”
My biker smiles back against my swollen lips. “About damn time.”