Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
L ion
“Lion,” she says in the quiet room.
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me,” she says, staring me down, and my dick is hard in seconds.
“I don’t know if I can,”
“That’s fair,” she says, her eyes dropping to the table for a second before finding mine again. “Then fuck me.”
“Now that, I can do,” I say, getting up so fast the chair crashes to the floor as I stalk over to her, but she is not a damsel in distress waiting for me to come get her. No, she meets me halfway. As soon as she is in my arms, an explosion that takes place between us. I find her lips, and her hands find their way into my hair. I don’t know if I picked her up or she climbed up on me and I don’t care. All I care about is the fact that she has those thick thighs wrapped around my waist.
“We’re not going to make it upstairs,” I mumble when I can rip my mouth free of hers.
“I don’t care,” she says, and I get to work, and so does she. Clothes are being tossed, ripped, and thrown everywhere, and neither one of us cares. Bending over, I suck a nipple in my mouth, and she arches into me, her hand grasping the back of my head to keep me in place. But that other little mischievous hand has found my dick, and she is stroking it like it’s her whole purpose in life. And with how quickly I am on the brink of cumming, it just may be. I switch nipples, sucking it deep in my mouth, nibbling on it with my teeth, and enjoying the sounds I am creating in her, but I want more. “Hmm my Cafe Noir, can I have a taste?” She looks like a bobblehead when she shakes her head yes to me, and I take my time kissing my way down her body, lavishing her belly button before dropping to my knees in between her spread thighs, and I want to dive in and take my time at the same damn time. But when I look up in her eyes and see lust but also a little bit of fear, I force myself to slow down.
“Lion,” she says, unsure, and I wonder what kind of limp-dick husband she was married to. And I say was because the moment he killed my father, she became a widow.
“Judah.”
“Judah,”
“Have you ever cum before?”
“Um,” she says, worrying her lip.
“If it’s not an immediate yes, it’s a complete no,” I tell her as I take my thumbs and open her pussy to my greedy eyes. “Exquisite,” I tell her, and I mean it. I have never been one to limit who I fuck when it comes to race, and I have run through the nations like I am NATO, but her pussy is by far the best-looking one I have ever seen. Plump lips, fat clit, and a nice deep chocolate pink center, glistening wet and ready for me to destroy her little hole. I flatten my tongue and lick her from her asshole to her clit, and I suck it in my mouth to nurse on it like it holds the nectar of life. I for sure am going to have an earache from how hard she slammed her thighs together on my head, but I don’t let that stop me. I suck, nibble, and flick her clit loving the song she is singing for me, but I know she can do better and let my hands get involved. One goes straight to her nipples, and the other begins playing with her opening, circling it, teasing it before pushing inside of her and feeling her tight opening grip my finger. Unable to hold back any longer, I slide my finger inside of her, and she is tighter than she should be for a married woman. I’ll think on that a little later, I think, pulling my finger back out covered in her juices. She is delicious, just like Cafe Noir, a rich, dark coffee that I fear I have already become addicted to. Pushing my finger back inside, I enjoy listening to the sound it makes. The sloshing of her juices on my finger added to her moans and begging. Curling my fingers inside of her, I search and find that little bundle of nerves and stroke it, and it doesn’t take long for her body to lock up. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy. She opens her mouth and screams her release, all over my face, fingers, and table. It isn’t until she pushes my head away that I relent, dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible. She collapses on the table, trying to catch her breath. While she is doing that, I search my pants and wallet for a condom, and I am coming up empty. You have got to be fucking kidding me! I think when I cannot find a single condom anywhere on me. And I know that if I can’t find one on me, I won’t find one in the house. I don’t bring anyone here, so there was never any need to have them here.
“What’s wrong?”
“I, uh, don’t have any condoms on me,”
“Oh,” she says, obviously disappointed, worrying her lip. Without saying another word, she hops off of the table, drops to her knees, grabs my dick, and slurps the head in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I yell, my knees practically giving out. Looking down at her, I see the smirk on her lips around my dick, and I imagine her thinking turnabout is fair play. I watch her take more and more in her mouth as she sucks my hard dick inside it. The slurping, gagging, and choking had me at my breaking point. “If you don’t stop, I am going to cum.”
Her mouth pops off of me. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I wanna be inside of you,” I tell her honestly. “But we don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m clean, and I have implanted birth control.”
“Are you saying what you think you are saying?”
“Maybe,”
“I mean, I am clean. I just got checked. We have to quarterly for the club. Hold on.” I tell her, finding my phone, unlocking it, and swiping to my online health app. I sign in and go to test results, showing her the STD test results from last month. She frantically finds her phone and does the same. I pick her up, settle her on the table, settling between her legs, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. “Ready?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” comes her soft reply. My need is begging me to slam into her, but I don’t want to hurt her, and I want to relish being inside of a woman without the barrier of a condom for the first time in my life. So I take it slowly, still looking in her eyes. I rub the head of my dick up and down her slit, getting the head wet before placing it at her opening. I pause and then push the head inside of her. My forehead drops on top of her head. Mother fucker! I think as the sensation of her being wrapped around me, skin to skin, is almost more than I can bear. My dad drilled into us to always wear a condom no matter what! There were women who hung around the MC who would have loved to get pregnant by one of us, so no matter how many times I was tempted or no matter how drunk I was, I always wore a condom. But this woman, this little thief, has me going against something I held true for over twenty years. Why her? I have no idea. Any other thought leaves my mind as I sink deeper into her. “You’re so fucking wet. So god damn good.” Her whimpering has me fighting to last long enough to make this good for the both of us. Her nails dig into my arms as she holds onto me, a port in the storm of the sensations I’m creating inside of her. I slide inside of her until my balls are pressed against her fat ass. “You got all of me, baby. Every. Fucking. Inch. You feel so good wrapped around me, wet and hot,” I say, but she just bites her lip, not saying anything. “Talk to me, Ronnie,” I say, continuing to push inside of her, her eyes going wide with my words. “You’ve never talked?” she shakes her head no. “Well, that shit changes now. “Is it good?” she shakes her head. “No, tell me, open those sexy ass lips and tell me you like how this dick feels inside of you. Tell you like how I keep tapping your cervix. I want to hear you tell me to fuck you harder, fuck you deeper, make you cum. I want you to tell me you are about to drown my balls in your cum.”
“Oh my goodness,”
“Hmm, your pussy is tingling on the inside. Tell me, baby, do you have a praise kink? You definitely have a dirty talk kink.”
“You feel so,”
“Good, hard?” I supply when she gets quiet.
“Yes, but,”
“But what?”
“I need more,”
“More what, Ronnie? What do you want me to do? Fuck you harder, suck on your fat nipples? Choke you, slap you, pull your hair, fuck you like the submissive slut that you are?”
“Lion!” she screams out at my words and my pumping, but I am not satisfied. I bend over and bite her nipple, not too hard. Pulling her hair, I tell her, “Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist.” Her movements are sluggish, but she eventually complies. “I didn’t cum yet, Ride this dick and make me cum.”
“How?” she asks confused.
“Lift that ass up and bounce that pussy on my dick. Get yourself and me off. Be a bad girl, fuck me like you really want to. Be as nasty as you want,” I tell her and hold myself still as she struggles to get the hang of it, but she is a quick study, and before long, she is using the leverage of her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck to ride me. Bracing my hands on the table, it is rocking, scraping the floor as she literally throws herself down on me.
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” she chants as her movements become erratic. “Lion, please help me,” she begs. I squint at her, frustrated.
“Put your ass on the table,” I command, and she immediately complies. “Lay back,” as soon as she does, “Put your feet on the table,” she scoots up a bit but does what I tell her.
“Why are you mad at meeee!” she squeals when I slam inside of her. I grasp her throat, my thumb caressing her jugular before I squeeze it, cutting off the blood flow briefly.
“You are mine! Mine to fuck, to love, to protect! Your orgasms belong to me. Your cum flows on my fucking command! You will call me the right fucking name!” I tell her as the table slides across the floor from the force of my thrusts. I continue to cut off her blood flow intermittently, intensifying her pleasure. Throwing one of her legs up on my shoulder, I change angles, swirling my hips, putting my hands under her ass, lifting her up, and I push down. Her head is whipping from side to side, and she is practically crying. Her muscles begin rippling stronger and faster, and I know she is getting ready to cum. Pulling out, I drop to my knees and suck her clit in my mouth until she comes all over my face. I stick my tongue inside her scooping out all her sweet cum, gorging on it like a drug addict. She is squirming on the table like an eel.
“Lion! Oh fuck! Yes!” she screams when my thumb rubbing her clit brings her to another orgasm. Her cum runs down between her fat ass cheeks, and I lick all of her sweet nectar up, spreading her ass cheeks to get every goddamn drop. Biting her cheek, I travel back up and kiss her pussy, before standing back up and slipping back inside of her, watching her back arch off of the table. I don’t give her time to adjust before I begin thrusting again.
“What is the name of the man who is fucking you?”
“Li…Oh!” she hollers when I turn her on her side, holding her leg, pulling her ass off of the edge of the table. I use her leg to hold her up.
“Come on, Ronnie, wind on me,” she begins winding her hips, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Now, what’s my name?” I know she is going to cum, and this time I am going to cum with her. “What is the name of the man who is about to flood your pussy with his cum?”
“Juddaaahhhhhh!” she screams. Throwing my head back, I yell out my release, and my dick coats her insides with my cum. I struggle to hold her and myself up. I push her back up on the table before my legs give way, and I end up on the cold-ass hardwood floor, spent, listening to her giggling. My dick is soft, completely worn out, but when I catch her reaching down to touch her pussy, coating her fingers in our combined cum and bringing it to her lips, and sucking it off, I get hard instantly. She climbs off of the table and lays down on the floor next to me, in my arms, her long fingers enclosing around my dick that thankfully is shrinking again.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Thank you,” I replied. I use up all the remaining strength I have to get up, pick her up, and carry her to my bedroom. I take her directly to the ensuite. “Pee,” I demand. Washing my dick in the sink, I wet a washcloth. “Put your leg up,” I tell her when she is done using the bathroom. She puts her foot on the toilet lid, and I clean her up. I rode her hard, and the warm water will help soothe the soreness until we can shower later on. I throw the washcloth in the direction of the sink, pick her up, and carry her to bed. Pulling back the cover and getting in with her, she and I both fall asleep almost instantly.