Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

“What do you mean ‘from what I understand?’ You’ve never done this?” she asked.

“Well, I get the general concept. I’ve seen porn. I’ve read up about it.” I paused. “But the actual act of sticking my cock in someone’s ass? No. When I was younger—before Conleigh, or BC as I like to call it—I was all about pussy. The faster and more, the better. Then I met you and, well…I didn’t want to do anything with anyone else.”

Admitting that I’d been a monk since I met her wasn’t the mood killer I thought it would be. Quite the opposite actually. She seemed to like that a lot, if the little pleased smirk on her face was any indicator. What she didn’t seem to like, going by the flare of her nostrils, was talk about the women before her. Good to know.

“God, you’re killing me,” she growled. “Can you at least fuck me while you try to convince me that this is a good idea? At least that will distract my mind from thinking about it.”

That wasn’t fear that I heard in her voice, though. It was anticipation.

She wanted me—everywhere. She was just nervous about it.

I pulled back so that my dick wasn’t smashed against her ass and pressed the head until it was notched at her entrance.

Her breath caught as I slowly started to ease inside.

My eyes closed as the exquisite sensation of her wet heat surrounding my shaft nearly overwhelmed me.

I masturbated before she came home, jacking off to thoughts of her in her bathroom, and I was still on the verge of losing it.

When it came to this woman, I really didn’t have any control.

I groaned the moment my balls met her overheated core, and I had no more length to give her. Everything felt like it was on fire.

Being inside her was indescribable. I was no poet—I threw footballs for a living.

But, saying that, there was something about being right where I was, filling her completely, while she panted for breath and pulsed around me as she tried in vain to get used to my length, that made me feel like I was on top of the world.

“You’re killing me, Linc.” She pushed back so that I ground into her. “Please.”

I gave her what she wanted. I was helpless not to.

All she had to do was ask, and I’d give her the beating heart straight out of my chest if that was what she wanted.

She moaned and buried her face in the couch cushions as I gave her what she needed, pulling out just enough so that she didn’t lose that feeling of fullness before quickly shoving back into her.

Over and over I did that, waiting for her to forget what I was planning to do.

And eventually her hands were curling into tiny fists, a sure sign that she was seconds away from coming hard.

Right when she started to pulse around me, I licked my thumb and slid it into her ass.

She went off like a rocket, coming so hard that the squeeze of her around me made me want to scream right along with her.

“Oh, God,” she whispered shakily as I moved my thumb in and out of her in time with my cock. “Oh, God. I’m so freakin’ crazy.”

I grinned and pushed in deeper, loving the way her asshole was so tight.

What would it feel like to have my cock in there?

“This is the weirdest sensation ever,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt anything quite like this.”

Well, that makes two of us.

“Ready for more?” I asked, punctuating that question with a rough thrust of my cock.

She inhaled deeply, her pussy once again rippling all around me, and nodded her head.

For once she was left speechless.

That was something I was going to remind her of later, like when we were in bed, and she was talking my ear off before we went to sleep.

“Yes?” I asked, pulling my thumb out and then reinserting it. “Or no?”

She squeezed her eyes tight and then nodded her head in the affirmative.

I smiled and reached for the bottle of lube that I’d placed on the end table behind the lamp so that Conleigh wouldn’t see it when she came in the door.

The click of the cap opening was loud, and she shivered.

Either in anticipation or fear.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promised her.

Her tiny tongue poked out and licked her lips as she turned and opened her eyes.

There wasn’t fear in her eyes, and I could see that she really did want this. She just didn’t think she should want this.

I squirted out some lube onto two fingers, and rubbed them together, thoroughly coating my fingers before dropping the bottle between her spread legs.

The next couple of minutes I took my time stretching her out, making her ready for my cock while also fucking her slowly.