His Property (Iron Bandits MC)

He intensified his actions even more, somehow, and that was it.

I released his cock and threw my head back. I couldn’t refrain from keening and bucking.

Then the whole cosmos exploded.

He flipped me over onto my back and was on top of me in seconds, allowing me to relax and drift back down in my time. He used it to reacquaint his mouth with my breasts and nipples again, his hands down at my ass and hips, massaging my softness.

Damn, that felt good. I drifted back to myself, and when I opened my eyes, I found Jack’s lasers on my face, watching, waiting. He hadn’t come yet, and his intensity was fierce, but he was showing extreme patience.

He licked his lips. “More, baby.”

“Yeah.” I breathed.

He reached over to his bedside table, slipped open the drawer, pulled out a foil square. He made quick work of putting on the glove, and came right back to where I lay. I hadn’t moved a muscle yet, so he resumed his place between my thighs.

He stayed on his knees, sat back on his heels, and urged me up. Once there, I propped my arms on top of his shoulders and he guided me down onto his big cock. My juices were running freely, and he eased in slowly, allowing us both fully to feel our joining. Our eyes were locked, our breaths shared, our skin slick with combined perspiration, our scents swirled together.

His length and thickness filled me more than any man I’d ever been with, and the initial penetration was a slow process. I loved the feel of him, and it took all my focus for long moments. By the time he finally got in as far as he could go, my head had fallen back again and I mewled. It just felt so incredible.

He gave me that moment, then growled, “Move, Ellie.” He wouldn’t let me back down.

I lifted my head again and got my legs and hips to work, sliding back up, feeling every inch as he came out slowly, then reversed direction just before we would have disengaged. I refused to go fast, just enjoying the sensation of his big cock losing and then taking up every bit of space inside of me. Our pelvises worked in tandem, and we both turned our eyes down to watch the progress—pumping, taking, merging—over and over again.

My breath began to hitch again as my nerves started to wind up. Sounds were escaping me, but I couldn’t control them. He started to go faster, his greater strength guiding my body up and down on his. By this time, my eyes were locked back onto his, my entire being focused on sensation.

The position eventually proved unsatisfactory to him, and once again he flipped us to a new one: this time, he was on his back and I was riding him, hard. I braced my hands on his chest, and my breasts were bouncing with every motion, but I couldn’t get enough. He brought a thumb to my clit and pressed it in circles, and I about lost my mind…but not quite enough, yet.

“More,” I nearly begged.

“Lean back, put your hands on my legs.”

Oh. This was new to me. I tried it.

Wow.

I had a harder time controlling the movement, but Jack must have known this would be the case. He did more of the work now, holding me steady, pumping hard. I could feel him in places I didn’t know were possible—was this that G spot everyone talked about?—and I just wanted it to go on and on and on…

I started to really need to come again.

“Ja—! Uhn—uhn—hn, Ja—” I couldn’t even say his name.

“Come on, baby, get there.”

I think I cried out helplessly, needfully. The position was amazing, but my arms were not wanting to support me any longer and I was struggling.

“I got you, baby. Hold on.”

And he flipped us again. This time, doggie style. I just about cried with relief, collapsing my upper body onto the bed and raising my ass to welcome him in from behind.

“Oh, yeah, Ellie. Gorgeous.”

He found his way inside again easily, holding my hips in his big hands, and with a more firm sense of control over our motions and the pumping action, he quickly brought me back to the edge of oblivion. He was driving fast and hard, grunting. I was gasping and mewling and desperate for release. Then he gave my clit his fingers again, and that was it.

I was gone into the sea of stars and nirvana.

As if from far away, I felt him drive only a few times more, and heard his final roar of release. Then he, too, collapsed, his arms on either side of me, his body stretched on top of my back.

It took us both several long moments to come back, and when we did, he rolled us both together onto our sides, so that he didn’t have to disengage immediately, but he was no longer putting all his weight on me.