His Property (Iron Bandits MC)

“More. I need more, Jack.”

“What do you want?”

“Everything.”

The conversation brought me back to some level of consciousness, and I put my hands to work undoing his belt buckle and button-fly. Finally I got them open, and pushed both his jeans and boxers down over his hips, feeling the definition of his abs and that incredibly sexy V as I went. He allowed it for a minute, then took over again, lifting and lowering me onto the bed so he could rid himself of the last of his clothes, me of my boots, and he joined me on the bed. I watched, appreciative of the show, then as soon as he was about to settle himself on top of me I pushed him over and straddled his middle.

He grinned a little and raised an eyebrow. “You want something specific, Ellie?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Show me.”

I did.

I slid down his body, leading with my hands and following with my mouth, from his pecs to his nipples, giving them a fair amount of attention. He groaned, so I figured he liked that. His hands were still full with my breasts, which I liked.

Eventually I remembered to move along, sinking further down across his eight-pack—eight-pack!—to his belly button, to that phenomenal V of muscles on either side, and trailing my fingers through the sexy line of soft hairs that led to the glory that was his amazing, beautiful cock. He stood at full mast, long and thick, and if I hadn’t already had him inside of me once before, I would have begun to worry.

As it was, I knew I could take him, and I marveled at the phenomenon that was his entire body. I was practically giddy, but also too turned on to lose track of my goal.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to explore the feel of him with my tongue and mouth and hands. I wanted to know what made him groan, or grunt, or push for more.

I wrapped my hand around his base as well as I could and pulled up to the head, watching his face as I did so. His eyes were closed and he tipped his head back. “Yeah. More.”

I happily complied. Rolling my thumb across the slit at the top of his cock, I spread the drop of pre-cum around, then rolled my hand back down to the base. My mouth finally descended and I licked the slit, then used the tip and the flat of my tongue to play with the head, explore the soft, silky texture of his skin, taste his cum, feel his size with my mouth.

He pushed his hips up, signaling me to accept more of him in my mouth, and I obliged. I took as much as I could, sucking and lathing, and he groaned his approval. There was no way I was going to be able to fit all of him in my mouth, so I kept my hands busy with the lower part of his shaft and played gently with his balls as well. He put a hand into my hair and pumped himself up and down with his hips while I worked him as best I could.

I could feel myself dripping down my thighs—he tasted amazing. I was in pure response mode. I hummed my own pleasure, and I could sense him re-adjusting a pillow behind his head. I peeked up, and sure enough, he was watching me work him over, his face fierce with desire, lips apart, lids lowered.

“Fuck, Ellie, yeah, baby.”

I smiled briefly and continued my attentions. By this time, I also had one hand down in my own panties. I don’t know when it got there, but he noticed.

He did a half sit-up, reached down to my side, and pulled my lower half until I had turned direction and he had my pussy over his face. “Fuck. I love your scent.”

Then he ripped my panties! Right off my body! And—praise God and all that exists—he suckled my clit. I threw my head back and gasped.

After a moment, he chuckled. “Focus, babe. Keep going.”

Oh, yeah. I had a toy, too.

We went at each other for…I had no idea for how long. It was amazing. It was the best thing outside of normal intercourse I had ever experienced. I had my mouth and senses filled with him, he had his with me. Our combined scents and groans and whimpers filled the air. My nerve center in his mouth was shooting off sparks that filled my whole body, and having his gorgeous cock to suck on only intensified the pleasure.

I could feel my body writhing on top of his. I clasped his legs with both hands over my head, bracing myself above him, rising and falling and sucking with my mouth, as his suckled and nipped and swathed my clit and my lower lips, his fingers busy exploring and pumping in and out of my pussy, and suddenly I was on the edge.