King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“I wouldn’t have seen you again if I didn’t,” I managed to say, just as his lips met mine. We were kissing again, his tongue sliding over my lips and thrusting into my mouth to claim me.

He lifted me up by my waist, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to myself. His crotch against mine. I could feel the hot throbbing of his cock, through the rough material of his jeans. I was just as turned on as he was, and he knew it.

“I’ve dreamt about you for so long, Valentina, burning with jealousy every time I thought of you with someone else,” he said when he pulled his lips away from me. He was carrying me towards the bed again. I smiled at him.

“There weren’t many others, Jesus. And nobody came close,” I said, and he plonked me on the bed, the back of my head bouncing on the mattress as he laid me down.

He jumped on me, pinning me down to the bed as he started raining a shower of kisses on my chin, neck, my breasts…he lifted the t-shirt up so he could gain access to my belly and he kissed it too before his fingers lingered on the spot between my thighs. My juices were wetting my panties as well as the thin cotton material of the pajamas, and he slipped his forefinger roughly between my legs. He stroked my pussy, and the friction and motion made my body writhe with pleasure.

I reached for him, my fingers weaving through his hair as I pressed my eyes closed and bit down on my lip.

It was like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The moment we were alone together, we pounced on each other hungrily. Jesus was watching me, looking at the effect he had on my body.

When he left the bed, my eyes flew open in panic. One minute he was stroking my pussy with his fingers and the next, he wasn’t anymore. I panicked that it was all just a dream, that he wasn’t even in the room with me. When I opened my eyes, I found that he was undressing.

I watched him, as I lay there on the bed, watched his clothes coming off piece by piece as he discarded them to the floor. His body was revealed, those chiseled muscles, his heaving shoulders, the tattoo in the center of his chest. No man even came close to being as sexy as he was, and I rotated my hips, arching my back in a primal, instinctual dance to lure him back to me.

I saw a smile flicker on his face as he watched me, wanting him.

“No woman has this effect on me, Valentina,” he said and came closer to me, hooking his fingers on the frayed elastic band of my pajamas. He had it slipped down to my ankles in a second, and I pressed my thighs together. I could feel the sticky juices on my skin now where my pussy left its traces.

His hands were rough on my body as he yanked the t-shirt off over my head. Jesus’ eyes glowed, like a child who had set his sights on an ice cream cone; when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He reached for my breasts, cupping them, squeezing…making sure that my desire for him reached uncontrollable heights.

“Get on your knees,” he growled gruffly as he positioned himself at the edge of the bed.

His cock swung between his legs, hardening by the second, and he placed a hand on his hip. I knew what he wanted from me now, and I couldn’t wait to give it.

I knelt in front of Jesus, my face at level with his cock. It was big…too big for my mouth but I wanted to taste him. I wanted to know the power my tongue had over his body. He had his head bent forward, and he was looking down at me as I looked up to meet his sparkling dark eyes. His face was overcast, his eyes were narrow, and I knew he was trying hard to not come over my face already.

I stuck my tongue out at first, just so that I could graze the tip around the tip of his cock. I gasped when my tongue touched him, and I heard him grunt. The desire came in a wave that shook my body.

I kept my eyes on him, my hair waving like a flag down my back as I licked his cock again. This time, the whole length of him so I could taste him in my mouth. He hardened, and I sensed his muscles stiffen.

I was teasing him, and I liked it. I wanted to tease him to the point that he might burst at the seams. My tongue ran up and down the length of his cock, with my hands lying flat, pressing d

own on the bed. He reached over and slapped my ass lightly, and I felt the sting, only enticing me more to tease him.

I stretched my mouth open and slid him in, just a few inches so that he could feel the tightness of my lips. Jesus grunted, groaning in the pleasure of my mouth and I slipped him out. He grunted again.

“Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” he growled and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew he was losing control. This big powerful man who had rescued me from my captors, was putty in my hands, completely under the control of my tongue. I slipped his cock into my mouth again, just when I felt the pressure of his hands on the back of my head.

He jerked my head forward, sliding his cock smoothly back into my mouth again. I nearly choked from the size of him, thrusting deep down my throat. I was gagging when he pulled out, but he wasn’t about to stop now. Not now when he had got a taste of what I was capable of. He pulled at my head again, thrusting his cock into my open mouth and I moaned, as his cock grazed the back of my throat. He was big and violent in my mouth, claiming me with every push.

I reached up and grabbed his powerful thighs, using them as support as my head slid forward and backward in a smooth motion. When I caught his eyes, I could see that they were narrowed still, focusing on my face as he fucked me. I was choking and enjoying it at the same time. The fact that I had this much control over him thrilled me made me wetter. I didn’t want him to stop.

Jesus pulled himself out at the last moment, just when I tasted the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. He lifted me up, by hooking his hands under my arms and he whipped me around in one fluid motion.

I moaned, enjoying being a doll in his hands, as he positioned me in front of himself.

I pressed my back to his chest, lifting myself, grazing my back along the length of him. His mouth was near my ear now, and I could feel his hot breath in my hair. His breathing was harsh, just like mine was and he had his hands clasped around my belly. With one hand, he gently pushed away my strands of chestnut hair and brought his mouth close to my ear.

He nibbled at my earlobe as I continued sliding my body up and down. His rock-hard cock grazed and dug into my back…my ass…and I moved some more.

“You are so fucking hot, Valentina,” he breathed gruffly into my ear and slipped his hand up to cup my left breast. His thumb played with my nipple, and I writhed against him. He was pulling and tugging my sensitive pebbled peak, twisting it to the point of pain and then releasing it. I could feel my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs. His cock was digging into my ass as we pressed ourselves together.

I reached my arm over, twisting it around both of us so that I could get a grip on his hair. I laid my head down on his shoulder so that I could look up at his face now. His jaws were angled squarely, his skin glistened like copper, and he continued to play with my breasts.

“Please…Jesus, please, fuck me,” I begged him, and a smile flickered on his face.