Deceptive (Diamondback MC Second Generation 5)

ICE

“I’m goingto be so pissed if you’re hurt and I can’t sit on your face.” The door to my room isn’t even shut before she’s raising hell. Plus, the men in the clubhouse, fuck, they practically helped raise her, seeing Collins running around in diapers. I’m pretty sure they don’t need to hear about our sex life, or I really will be hurt.

“Babe, if you’d hush for a minute and quit tellin’ the whole damn buildin’ about what you want from me, you’d see I’m fine.” Woman hasn’t even looked at me, busy throwing her purse on the ground along with her laptop bag. Sure, I’m in bed with my shirt off, figuring my chest would get tight until the muscle relaxers and pain pills I took kicked in, and I’d rather not deal with lifting my arms afterwards.

“Oh shit.” The door slams shut. Collins turns around, her hands moving, one to cover her heart, the other over her mouth. I didn’t think the beating was too bad; had worse when I was growing up and talked back to my mom. Dad wasn’t having anyone be a shit to his wife, least of all her boys.

“I’m fine. Be better if you’d get your ass over here and kiss it all better.” I didn’t bother looking at the mirror. No use. I’ll get some rest, and then it’ll be time for me to get shit ready, so when Hawk and Rocket get here, we can brief them. Then we’ll get Winslow and Vungle for the dicks they are.

“Jesus, look at you.” Collins points at my chest before finally fuckin’ making her way closer to the bed, and as soon as she’s in reaching distance, I’m grabbing her hand, pulling her until she’s straddling my lap.

“I’m fine. Tomorrow, they’ll look worse than they are. Right now, you’re gonna lie down with me, and after our nap, it’ll be time for you to get some shit done. The same will go for me.” My hands cup Collins’ cheeks, pulling her down until she’s practically lying down on top of me, just the way I want her.

“Whatever. Don’t think this is going to magically disappear. The best part, though, was Dad being scared to come in the house. I take it you told him where my gun was.” She smirks, leaning down closer until our lips are only a breath away.

“I had no doubt in my mind you weren’t done with your tangent. Think you can put it to rest for a few minutes, give your man a kiss?” Finally, Collins is quiet enough to not give me her sass. My lips are touching hers, but that’s not enough. Fuck, it never is, from that first night all those months ago when she caught my attention. Collins knew damn well what she was doing, eyes locked on mine, a sway in her hips, and when we started playing pool together, well, the girl put the word tease in cocktease, brushing up against me any time she could, taking a shot, bending over to give me a glimpse of her tits or for her ass to stick out. My woman is not short-coming in either department. It’s a miracle I didn’t lose the game, making a fool of myself.

“Paxton, I want your mouth.” She pulls away from me. My hands move to her shirt, lifting it until her arms are up, tits bouncing. One thing about Collins, if she doesn’t have to wear a bra, she won’t, especially if she’s not in court.

“You’ve got my mouth already.” She climbs off my body, peeling her jeans off while stepping out of the skintight jeans she put on this morning, leaving her in those barely-there bottoms that cup the ass of her cheeks.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Now, the question is, do you want my mouth on your cock while you take my pussy with yours?” My hands go to my jeans, unbuttoning them. Collins’ eyes aren’t on mine; nope, she’s watching as each button comes undone and when my cock comes into view, I see the fire in her eyes.

“On my face, your mouth on my cock. I wasn’t gonna ask, but if you’re offerin’ to wrap your lips around me, I’m not sayin’ no.” With some quick maneuvering, my jeans are pulled down under my ass, head on the pillow, and Collins is being more careful than she truly needs to be as she climbs on top.

“Babe.” Her cunt is hovering over my mouth. I blow a puff of air across her wet flesh. She doesn’t move, clearly not getting the memo that I won’t be doing shit until she wraps that sweet-as-fuck mouth around my cock. “Collins.” My hand moves from her ass, gliding up towards her lower back, pressing down. She finally gets the hint.

“No teasin’, woman. You do that, you know what will happen,” I grunt as she licks me from root to tip, gathering the precum that’s leaking from the tip and swallowing it down.

“Paxton, please.” That’s when it’s my turn to give her what she’s asked for. The pain pills are helping me feel nothing but her body cushioning mine, the way she finally sucks me into her mouth. I lick the length of her slit, from clit to ass. Nothing is off-limits, and the thought of taking her ass again, feeling her come with me fucking that forbidden entrance as her pussy takes three of my fingers… Yeah, we’ll be doing that again. Right now, though, I’m going to make her scream my name, take the worries of this bullshit day away from my woman, show her that even though times can be rough, the good times are so much fucking sweeter.

“Now who’s playing with who?” Collins pulls off my cock. I feel the cool air hit where her mouth just was. It annoys the fuck out of me. Instead of answering, I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking on it. My hand moves from her lower back closer towards where I’m working, gathering her wetness before sliding back up again, and when she starts to gag on my length, I know this shit isn’t going to last. You can use your hands and all the magic possible, but feeling and hearing your woman struggle to take you, throat closing around the head of your cock, it checks all the boxes. I lap at her cunt, going from her clit to the opening of her pussy, my thumb slightly pressing into her back entrance. Collins is greedy, pushing her ass back on my thumb until it’s seated inside her.

“Fuck my finger, babe.” The reverberation against the folds of her center as I pull away to tell her what I want has her arching her back, doing exactly what I want. This time when she takes my cock, it’s hard to stave off the need to come down her throat, and since my woman is definitely going to get hers, we work together. My thumb pressing in and out, lips wrapped around her clit, pulling it into my mouth, wishing I had more room to work my fingers in and out of her tightness. I know that Collins can’t resist that, a finger in her ass, two or three in her pussy, and my mouth working her clit. My balls draw tight on a downward motion, my balls being pulled, the tips of Collins’ fingers rolling them around in a way she knows I can’t resist. It’s like a perfect fuckin’ storm, body tightenin’, hips shakin’, mind numbin’, and soul consumin’ as she gets off then pulling me right along with her.