Her Secret Pleasure (Death Lords MC 2)

He looks incredulous. “Baby, I'm undressing, then I'm going to bend you over the bed, ruck up your skirt and fuck you until all these worries you have in your head about today, tomorrow and next week are gone. Afterwards, I'm putting a plug in your ass so I can fuck that tonight when I get back from taking care of business. That's what I'm doing.”

His graphic words make my skirt feel a size too small and my panties very uncomfortable. But no matter that my body is urging me to hop into his lap, I'm not done arguing with him yet. “None of that explains why you had a stranger go to my house and rifle through my things.”

“My daughter Chels, my son Wrecker and Abel, the prospect you met last night, went out to your place. Abel went to help with the dog and Wrecker went because he doesn't like Chels being alone with any dick other than his own. He's like his old man.”

Judge has come to stand in front of me; his buckle is hanging open and his jeans are unsnapped. There's a tiny bit of white elastic striped with red that I can see if I look hard enough. His erection is growing more prominent with each passing minute. I lick my lips remembering the thick feel of it on my tongue and how I felt utterly surrounded by him when he slid down my throat. My hand comes up and rubs down the column of my neck.

He groans and pulls me to him. “It's been a long time since I had a woman in my life I cared about, baby. I'm used to ordering things in my life and not checking in with anyone. In the future I promise I'll do a better job of clearing things with you but I swear to Christ, I can't think about anything but fucking you right now.”

Chapter Eight

Judge

I swallow her gasp with my own mouth and rub my hard cock between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans into me. We lap at each other, licking the interior recesses and moaning our unspoken desires. I can’t get enough of her. I watched her at first for her father’s sake but after only the first day I knew I’d have her in my bed. Now I can’t imagine fucking another woman. I’m addicted to her flavor, her body and her intense sensual taste. When I break the contact, she sways—dazed from passion. Her lips are erotically swollen and red.

I unbutton her blouse and remove her bra, admiring the bounce of her tits as they escape their confines. Love that. I can see binding and releasing her repeatedly in the future. There are so many games we can play together.

Cupping her breasts, I give them a good massage. Her head falls back in pure pleasure. “That feels wonderful.”

Her nipples tighten into hard points and I flick one puckered tip with my thumb. She shivers in response and her knees give out. Lowering her to the bed, I cover one tit with my mouth, suckling hard until she is arching against me. I trail my hand down her front and am stymied by the long tube of her skirt. It prevented me from access earlier today and it’s denying me now. Her skirt is the enemy.

Rising from the bed, I flip her over and sweep her hair to the side. The fabric stretches across her ass, making it look juicy and round. Maybe the skirt isn’t so bad. “This skirt expensive?”

“No,” she admits. “It’s a Walmart purchase.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I promise. I push the tight material up to her waist and pull down the black lace panties. They are pretty but I want to see her hot ass and sweet cunt naked and bared for my enjoyment. Between her legs, I test her readiness. She’s soaked. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck off her juice. Yep, completely and totally addicted. I rub the head of my cock against her lips for a few strokes and then drop to my knees.

“I want you to describe how you’re feeling. You’re a reader. Use some good words,” I instruct, laying my tongue along her wet cunt. She’s silent too long so I smack her ass firmly. She shakes and then starts talking.

“Um, I, ah, my feet feel hot, like it’s hard to stand on them. There’s an ache that I try to relieve by arching my soles.” She pants, puffs of air coming out between the words. Her monologue doesn’t sound dirty but it is. It so is. It’s turning me on like crazy. Her feet are flexing just like she describes, pushing her ass up and down on my tongue.

“Keep going,” I order. As I lap at her juices, I reach into my pants and pull my dick out.

“My ankles tingle and my calves feel tight.”

I place my hands on her calves and give them a light squeeze. “What else?”

She moans. “I need you, Judge.”

“Where, baby?”

“I need you inside me.” She shifts on the balls of her feet and above me I can see a bead of lubrication pearling on the edge of her cunt lips. I rise and lick it, softly teasing her with my tongue. She grinds down but the ache inside her isn’t appeased by teasing kisses from my mouth.

“I need you to tell me more about how you feel.” I rise and my cock slides between her thighs. This time, it’s my eyes that close at the friction and wetness that greets me. “What else?” I demand.

“My nerves are sensitive. I feel everything. Even the tiniest threads in the comforter are abrading my nipples, my thighs. My sex aches and throbs. I clench it but it’s empty so I keep contracting in hopes,” she pauses on a sob, “in hopes you’ll fill me up.”

“You ready for me?” I know she is. I just enjoy hearing her beg a bit.

“Just fuck me, already,” she cries out.

I don’t need to be told twice. I plunge into her and we both moan our satisfaction, the sounds filling the quiet room.

I arrow in that tight space between her full thighs, enjoying the sight of my cock shuttling in and out of her cunt. I slap her ass a couple of times and she pushes back against my hand, nearly quivering in her excitement.

“Like that, do you,” I grunt in satisfaction. I’m going to enjoy seeing her ass red with my marks but that’s for another day. My balls are tightening and I’m getting ready to blow, but I don’t sense she’s there yet. She holds a little of herself back, not fully surrendering even though she wants to.

She says she trusts me but her words haven’t traveled all the way into her heart yet. I’m not worried, though, because we’ve got time. She’s already in mine. I don’t even mind acknowledging that she’s embedded herself into my heart. Ever since I laid eyes on her, she’s the only one I see when I close my eyes, when I take myself in hand and jerk off. And maybe she needs to hear that.

“When I first saw you drive into town, my dick got immediately hard. I went home and jerked off in the bathroom. I fantasized about decorating these juicy tits with my come.”

She whimpers, a nice hot sound. I tell her more.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since then.” I caress the roundness of her ass and pump in long even strokes as I do. The walls of her sex hug me, as if reluctant to let me withdraw. As I pull out, I can see my cock glistening from her excitement. “You’re hotter than a porn star and more juicy than a ripe peach. I could eat you all night long.”

“Judge,” she breathes.

“What is it, baby?”

“I want to kiss you. Can I?” Her diffidence only cranks my chain tighter.

“Course. Anything you want.” I pull out and sit down on the edge of the bed. In a swift motion, I set her on my cock. With her plump ass cheeks in my hands, I lift her up and down the column of my hard dick. Her tits brush my chest with every movement. “Kiss me while you fuck me,” I order.

She does. Her mouth trembles under mine and I hold her tight while she rides me. As her light fingers tangle in my hair, my need for her threatens to break my rigid control. Reaching up, I grab her wrists and shackle them at the base of her spine with one hand. I tug her hair and expose the long column of her neck. Another tug and her tits thrust out. The tightly beaded nipples beg for my mouth.

“Ahh, yes,” she cries when I suck on one hard bud. I move between one peak and then the other as she bounces on my cock.

“Rub that clit against me until you come,” I order roughly and run my hands up an

d down her arms across her back and return to cup her heavy tits.

“Let me touch you,” she moans. It’s hard enough to stave off my orgasm when she’s swiveling and grinding against me.

“Let me take care of you first.” I latch a hand around her neck, cupping her head while I take her mouth with mine. She spasms around me at this rough caress. I hold her tight while the tremors overtake her and she throws her head back and screams out her release.

When I feel her juice coat me and her cunt muscles squeeze double time, I jack into her. Placing both hands on either side of her hip, I jerk her rapidly up and down my cock until I go right over that edge with her.

Spent, I tumble back onto the bed taking her with me. She curls up on my chest like a little satiated kitten.

We lazily stroke each other while I’m still semi hard inside her.

“You going to allow me to take care of you?” I ask.

She stills and tips her head up. “What does that all entail?”

“It means if you’ve got problems, they’re my problems. If you’re happy, I’m happy. It means you don’t walk alone anywhere because I’ve always got your back.”

Several transparent thoughts march across her face but I don’t worry about any of them. She’s working it out. “If I have an argument with the cashier at the gas station, will you beat them up?”

“First, you aren’t going to be at any gas station because I’ll make sure your tank is always full. No one lets their old lady run around without a full tank of gas. That’s just asking for trouble. Second, depends on what the argument’s about. If he’s mouthing off and insulting you he gets a visit from me. If he’s having a bad day, I’m sure you can cut him down to size.”

She thinks some more. “I’ve never had that.”

The wistful longing makes me want to fuck her again and punch her dad’s lights out. Everyone deserves to know that they aren’t alone. I know when I go out the force of the club stands behind me. I squeeze her tight and roll over, pressing her into the bed with the heavy weight of my body. My dick is hardening and I start pumping shallowly. “You do now, baby girl. You do now.”