Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

I moaned out a yes, but it came out strangled and inaudible.

“Tell me!” he demanded, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he tormented my clit with his tongue. I was soaking wet and I could hear my body pulling at his fingertips.

“Bull…” I moaned out his name, desperate to come.

He lowered his head.

“Tell me your pussy belongs to me. And only me.” His tongue flattened across my clit, and I lit up like a skyrocket.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

My orgasm crashed through me with indescribable force. With a cry, I arched my back off the floor and threw my hands to his scalp, my fingers tangling wildly in his wet hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned against my quaking flesh as I came on his mouth. “I’ve been aching to make you come.”

My legs shook, and a serene heat moved slowly through me before I sagged farther into the floor in a boneless heap.

Flushed, I looked up at him, taking in the broad shoulders and chiseled chest as he rose up and knelt back on his knees, his giant cock jutting upward to touch his lower abs.

“Please…” I begged, coming down from my high. “I need you inside me.”

It had been weeks since he’d touched me, loved me, and I needed him inside me when I came again.

His eyes glimmered with erotic darkness, and I watched with uninhibited wantonness as he took his thick cock in his hands and pressed it to my swollen entrance. I whimpered, trembling as he dragged the engorged head through the sensitive flesh, not knowing how much more I could take.

He fixed his eyes to mine and I could see he was barely keeping control. When he entered me, we both groaned, but then he held himself there, not moving, and it was torture. I needed him to move. Desperately.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he begged. “Tell me I’m your man.”

The lack of movement, the torture, it had me seconds away from another orgasm.

“Yes,” I cried. “I’m all yours, Bull. And you’re all mine.”

He drove his heavy length into me and detonated my hanging climax. I clenched his cock and we came together, clinging to each other as we fell into a blissful oblivion, our bodies tangled and our hearts pounding wildly.

When I came down, I softened against him, relaxing for the first time in weeks.

He was back.

And he was mine.

Later, we showered together, taking our time to lather up one another’s bodies, and I soaked up every blissful, soapy touch, savoring every second with him. Because I hadn’t forgotten the cold ache or the relentless fog that came with his absence. I knew a world without him in it, and it had left me lifeless and heartbroken.

Now he was home, and I was going to cherish every second.

As we kissed leisurely under the steady stream of warm water, Bull cupped my face in his big hands, his strong fingertips brushing against my jawbone and whispering lightly across my damp skin. And I melted against him, lost in the tenderness of his touch, drunk on the warmth of his kiss and the sweetness of his lips.

And even though it was highly erotic, and despite his erection pressing against my stomach as we kissed and licked, and touched, we did nothing more than lose ourselves in the intimacy of our kissing.

It wasn’t until the warm water ran cold that we wrapped ourselves in warm towels and dried off before slipping between the sheets. Immediately, Bull pulled me to his chest and secured me there with his big arms, his body hard and comforting as he wrapped himself around me.

We made love slowly this time. Every touch purposeful. Every moan full of meaning. And in that moment, there was just the two of us, two bodies moving together in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, while a storm continued to rage outside.

Before he came, Bull paused to look down at me, and I was touched by the affection in his eyes.

“I’m all yours, little bird. Now and forever. Or for however long you want me.”

The look on his face was heartbreaking.

“Forever,” I whispered. “I want you for forever.”

With the smallest movement of his hips, he started to come, dropping his head with a moan, and I fell in step with him, giving into the rush of ecstasy as it poured into me.

He collapsed against me, the heat of his rapid breath caressing the nook of my neck, the warmth of his big body covering mine.

When our bodies softened and our breathing calmed, I settled into his arms. Looking up into his handsome face, I touched the scruff along his jaw.

“Where have you been?” I asked quietly.

He was quiet for a moment, and I could hear the gentle thump of his heartbeat.

“Riding. Thinking.” His fingers absentmindedly traced imaginary lines across the skin of my shoulder. “Riding some more.”