Blood & Bones - Dodge (Blood Fury MC 10)

He could only fucking hope.

That realization shocked the shit out of him.

“Yeah, baby, trust and communication’s gonna go hand-in-hand.”

Releasing her throat, he turned her in place, breaking her grip so he wouldn’t just blow his load in her hand.

He swept both hands down the silky-smooth skin of her back until he reached her ass. Cupping both cheeks, he squeezed and marveled how well they fit in his palms, just like her tit did in his mouth. Like she was made for him.

He considered himself an artist and her ass a fresh canvas. “Wanna mark your ass, Syn, but ain’t gonna do it ’til you’re ready. So, when you are, need you to tell me.”

She trembled slightly under his touch but it was the catch in her throat that spoke to him the loudest.

“If there are toys, techniques or positions you wanna try, you just need to say the word. Nothin’ is off the table. Not a damn thing. Even if it’s somethin’ you wanna try on me, all you gotta do is ask. You trustin’ me means I gotta trust you, too.”

“Do you?” Like her body, her question had a slight shake to it.

Keeping a grip on her ass, he tucked both thumbs into her crease and parted her there. He wanted to taste her in places she hadn’t been tasted yet. “Yeah.”

Every piece of her now belonged to him. She might not understand that yet, but she would.

He fell back onto the bed, tipped his head up slightly and held out his hand. “Hop on, baby, wanna take you for a ride.”

She turned and without any hesitation climbed on the bed and up his body, sliding her warm, damp pussy along his skin.

When she got to this chest, he said, “Face away from me.”

As soon as she turned and sat on his chest, he separated those tight cheeks again, running a finger down the seam and around her even tighter hole.

“Off my chest and on my face.”

She rose on her knees and shuffled backward until she hovered over his mouth. His mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

“Spread yourself. No, not there… That’s it… there.” He tentatively touched the rim of her anus with the tip of his tongue. “Come down to me, baby. That’s it… Let go now.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down so he had full access to that part of her. He licked and nibbled and kissed both there and her pussy until it was dripping what to him tasted like nectar. It smeared all over his beard, on his lips. His nose. He didn’t give a fuck. He wanted more.

He alternated eating her ass and her pussy. After a few moments of simply spoiling her, he planted his hand on the center of her back and pushed her down. His dick was aching, his balls pulled tight and a string of precum hung precariously.

That was, until she caught it on the tip of her tongue.

A noise came from deep within her and he jerked when she grabbed the root of his cock and wrapped her hot, little mouth around the head. Her tongue swirled around the crown and he got so caught up in it, he had frozen with one of her folds in his mouth.

Fuuuuuuck.

It was awkward because she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, but he didn’t care. Especially when she released his dick with a wet pop, then her little tongue darted out and licked up his length.

Holy fuck.

He’d had some really good head before and he’d had some really bad head, too. This was somewhere in the middle. But if this was her first time, he assumed it was, he could work with that.

He would enjoy showing her just what he liked.

But right now was not the time. Instead, he let her do what came naturally and he continued on his own trek to bring her to orgasm.

“Talk to me, baby,” Dodge murmured into her ear as his hips flexed with each pump. This man knew how to hit all the right spots. He knew how to move, what to say and definitely how to bring her to orgasm.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“Yeah, that’s a given,” he said with slight amusement in his voice. “Meant with everythin’ else.”

“You’re good.”

“That’s a given, too.” He actually snorted.

“You don’t have to get cocky about it,” she chided him. Though, he really had every right to get cocky with his skills and about giving her the two very intense orgasms she’d already had.

He was now working on giving her a third.

Syn knew he was holding back, especially after he repeated himself over and over about what his plans were and how she needed to communicate with him.

She appreciated that. In her limited experience, she never had a man tell her that. For those men, it had been all about getting themselves to the end and not the journey getting there. She saw that now.