Her Secret Pleasure (Death Lords MC 2)

I’ve felt that thick monster in my body and now I’m going to be able to put my tongue on it, suck his length, and breathe in the musky smell of his privates. His feet are braced on either side of mine and while his hands are behind his neck, he still exudes power and presence.

And soon I’m going to have the very essence of him spilling down my throat. He’s so right…and yet wrong. This is a position of control but submitting to him, allowing him to not only direct me but call for my orgasms from the deepest well of my being is also powerful. It’s something he’s hinted at being willing to do, something I’ve longed for but never been fully able to articulate. Or rather there hasn’t been a partner I’ve really trusted.

Judge oozes confidence, but it’s not the phony arrogance of a guy with a fat wallet or plastic good looks. It comes from inside him. The way that he walks with long strides that eat up the pavement. How he sat in the passenger seat of my Mini Cooper with nary a complaint. He doesn’t need to drive to show off his manliness. He doesn’t engage in unnecessary displays of testosterone.

I don’t need his submission. I want him to demand mine.

Chapter Five

Judge

As Pippa stares up at me, wide-eyed with longing, I feel my knees to start to buckle. The plea for me to take charge couldn’t be more clear if she’d shouted it out.

Voice hoarse, throat full up with emotion I’m not fully ready to acknowledge, I tell her, “I got you, baby girl.”

I clutch her heavy fall of curls in my hand, and jerk her head back. Her mouth falls open as if I’d pulled a lever. My darling girl wants a man in charge in the bedroom. It’s what turns her on. It’s what she’s been searching for.

“Grab my wrist,” I order. “Tell me how much of this you can take. You let go and I’ll stop feeding you my cock.”

She reaches behind her to grab my wrist, the hair tangling over both our hands.

Gripping my heavy erection, I guide myself into the hot cavern of her mouth. I push in slowly, enjoying the smooth glide across her tongue. I pause before reaching the back of her throat. “Show me you understand.”

She grips my wrist harder. I push in another inch. She doesn’t release me.

In measured movements, I press forward until my cockhead hits the back of her throat. “You with me, baby?” I manage to ask. The urge to fuck her throat is threatening to take over. I pinch the base of my shaft, the pain helping to push back the red haze of arousal.

She squeezes my wrist and I almost shoot off then. With her unspoken permission, I thrust down the back of her throat, completely engulfed.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I groan. My hand tightens in her hair but I keep the pressure at the root, staving off my ejaculation because I want this to last. My pace is smooth and unhurried as I enjoy every bit of friction pulling out of her tight throat. The pleasure is intense—almost painfully so.

She sucks me hungrily with tightly pursed lips, a flat tongue and an open throat. I’m undone by her eagerness. My ass muscles flex and tighten as I drill into her mouth, down that tight passage.

Her eyes are fixed on the thick length of me moving in and out of her mouth and my breath catches in my chest. Does she get it? Does she feel the power shift? Does she know that she owns me? I thought I saw in her eyes the need to submit, the desire to let all her worries stack outside the bedroom door.

She moans then and the vibration and sound nearly do me in. I only allow myself a few more strokes before pulling out entirely.

She makes a distressed sound and grips my wrist. “I didn’t tap out.”

The hoarseness of her words makes me shudder. My cock did that. Shit, I’m an animal.

“I know, baby, you did good. Real good, but I wanna taste my girl’s pussy.” I place a hand in the middle of her sternum and push her onto her back. Her hands flutter down around the front of her panties.

“God, Judge, these are my ugliest panties. I put them on to keep you away.”

I laugh and nudge her hands away with my nose. “These panties are hot as fuck because you’re wearing them. If you were wearing burlap, I’d think it was the sexiest thing ever. Move those fingers so I can eat you out proper or I’m going to tie you up.”

Her hands fist lightly at my warning and then relax. I hide my smile against her thigh. The idea of being tied up turns her on. “I can feel your smugness. It’s a palpable thing. Like a third party, really.”

I burst out laughing. “Baby girl, we are going to have so much fun.”

And we do.

Well, I had fun. She orgasmed. Three times.

The next morning I wake with a crick in my back and an armful of warm woman. Pippa’s body is basically blanketing me which I don’t mind in the least. My cock is screaming for immediate attention and her hot pussy is a leg lift away. Reaching over, I lift my phone to check the time.

I could have a quick fuck now and possibly make Pippa late for her job or visit her over the noon hour. While not a fan of delayed gratification, I know that Schmidthead is aching for an excuse to get her fired.

I curl up and shift her onto the bed. She’s still out like a light. Either I wore her out or she sleeps like the dead all the time. I look forward to getting to know which it is. Out in the kitchen I find Morgen waiting by his bowl. I fetch him clean water and another can of food. After he gobbles down his breakfast, I let him out to run the property and do his business.

Inside the refrigerator I find a lot of fruit and yogurt. Since I don’t have a cooking bone in my body, I dump some yogurt into a bowl, wash a few strawberries and stick them on a plate. Breakfast is served.

I lick some of the yogurt from the plastic bin and grimace.

“This shit is terrible,” I mutter but by the number of tubs she’s got stacked in the fridge, she must love it. Still…maybe the shit has gone bad. I don’t want Pippa to get sick. Rather than risk it, I trash everything and wash up. In a bin on the counter, I find bread and I eat two slices before going into her bathroom and doing my business. We’ll get breakfast in town.

After washing up, I pull on my jeans and T-shirt and shrug into my cut. I make no effort to stifle the sounds of my morning but Pippa has not stirred her hot ass an inch.

The time on the clock indicates that she needs to get up and going soon if I know anything about women. Maybe I should’ve given her a quick fuck. I toss the sheet to the side and unzip my pants. My dick is happy at this new development.

Leaning over the bed, I spread her legs and stroke her pretty pussy. That generates a moan and a shift on the bed. Her hand slips underneath her body and starts to rub her clit.

Good enough for me. I test her readiness and find her slick and hot. From my back pocket, I pluck the last of my three condoms and cover myself. “Open up, baby girl.”

She might be half asleep, but she responds to my commands just fine. Her legs part and her ass hitches up making a perfect target. As I slide into her, I hum to myself. It’s going to be a good morning.

She rubs herself as I thrust into her.

“Got any toys?”

She mumbles something into the sheets. I’ll take that as a yes.

Her pert ass is begging for attention. I circle the rosette and then dip in. She responds by shoving her ass back and deepening the penetration.

“Anyone have you here?”

Her head shakes no. She’s either too tired or too aroused to talk, probably a combination of the two.

“You’re going to enjoy being full. I’m not into sharing but a toy in your cunt and me in your ass is going to make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”

I stroke her ass with my thumb and fuck her hard with my cock. Her hand works harder and faster and I match that rhythm until she’s convulsing around me, mewling her release into the sheets.

Nothing like starting the day with a shit-hot orgasm. I feel loose and ready for anything.

Pippa, on the other hand, is a beast until she’s had some caffeine in her. The death glare she

gave me when I admitted I didn’t make any would’ve felled a lesser man.

“Not a morning person, are you,” I observe over the coffee she’s poured. Her prim black skirt and cream and black polka dotted blouse presents a much more demure image than the one I prefer to remember. Either the one where she sat on the bed and took my cock down her throat or when she was straddling my face last night, pulling her titties tight as I fucked her with my tongue. Course this morning wasn’t bad either, what with staring at her creamy ass and watching myself penetrate both holes.

She grunts and sips her coffee. Her hair’s a little wild. She brushed it, took out a wand-shaped iron, looked at the clock and put it away. I like it but know better than to say anything. Besides, I need to pick my battles and this next one I need to win without making her feel like she’s giving up her independence.