Bare (Diamondback MC 3)

“God bless, woman, if you talk this to death, I’m going to fuck you until you’re breathless.” I slide down his body, my hands moving to his firm chest.

“It’s a good thing that’s what I want, then, but this talk can wait if you don’t want to hear what I have to say.” I get his hesitation completely. It’s not like I’ve made it easy on him. There were times I was pushing him away, keeping a piece of myself hidden from Bentley, and that’s just wrong. He deserves so much better than what I’ve given him in the past.

“Alright, you talk while I strip us out of our clothes.” I hold his hands to stop him from proceeding further.

“Bentley, I promise we’ll have all the naked fun together after I tell you something, please.” He steps back, no longer touching me. I’m messing this all up a-freaking-gain.

“Go on, sugar.” His arms cross over his chest, feet planted apart.

“I’m screwing this all up. I’m trying not to, I swear. What it boils down to is, well, I’m going to jump into this, what’s between the two of us, plus Henley, with both feet, wholeheartedly, with arms wide open.” Bentley moves fast as lightning. Once standing a bit away from me, then he’s there, cupping my cheeks, tipping my head up to look into his deep eyes.

“Fuck, I woulda waited forever until you got to this point. Woulda done anything when it comes to you and Henley. I know the shit you’ve been through, with even more bull thrown your way as an adult. You’re an amazing woman, and the mother you are to Henley, it fuckin’ guts me that she’s not mine too.” Dear God, my ovaries are exploding.

“Henley is yours, Bentley. It’s not your blood flowing through her veins, but who’s there when she’s crying, teething, shitting her pants, feeding her when I’m not? That would be you. You’re her Ru-ru, which I absolutely adore, by the way. Literally, my heart freaking melts. It’s a shame my daughter knows just how amazing you are and loves you so freely, when her mom is in shambles, scared of falling so deeply in love with you that if you were to ever leave, I’d be a shell of a person, even though I know you’d rather hurt yourself than hurt me.”

“Shut up, Sadie.” Those are Bentley’s words to me.

“Oh, um, okay.” His lips are on mine. He doesn’t say another word to me. Instead, he shows me everything he’s been holding back, teeth nipping at one another, his hands leaving my cheeks to grip the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head, barely stopping our kiss before it’s over my head.

“Bentley,” I breathe against his lips.

“Sugar, you ready for more now?”

“Well, duh. I only just laid it out for you. Now the ball is in your court.” my hands go underneath his white cotton shirt, grabbing his belt, undoing it, then the button and zipper before sliding the palm of my hand inside his well-worn jeans.

“Fuck, sugar. Love feelin’ your hand on my cock, but fairs only fair. Want you naked.” My hand doesn’t leave its spot, instead pulling his dick out. I drop to my knees, my mouth watering as I slide my tongue along the underside of Bentley’s thick and heavy length.

“Just one taste, please?” I plead with him.

“Not coming down your throat the first time I get off with you, but if you’re gonna play, sugar, you better be prepared. I know how hot you burn when my fingers are in that tight-as-hell pussy of yours.” He’s not wrong, not at all. The last time Bentley made me orgasm, his fingers were barely thrusting inside of my pussy, thumb lightly strumming my clit when I fell apart.

Instead of backing off, I engulf the head of his cock with my mouth, sucking on it while using my tongue as I slide down. I’ve never been more grateful for my lack of gag reflex than now, and Bentley is definitely reaping the rewards.

“Sadie, you trying to suck the cum out of me, sugar?” My eyes watch as his head tips back, throat convulsing. My hands move his shirt up his taut stomach, letting him know that I want it off. I hollow my cheeks, moving faster, deeper. Bentley’s body locks tight, and just when I think he’s going to come in my mouth, he does the opposite.

“Not happenin’. Not this time. You wanna suck me off, you can next round. Right now, I’m getting’ you in the shower and fuckin’ you bare.” He helps me up off my knees, stepping out of his boots, then the rest of his clothes while I’m staring at his body.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful, Bentley,” I tell him, finally getting my act together and stripping out of my own clothes. An old rock band tee, bra, and leggings make for ease in all things.