Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 2)

I snickered, my hands going up to his head where his beautiful hair once was.

“I miss your long hair,” I admitted. “I can’t wait for it to be back.”

He tilted his head slightly, a move that would’ve had the hair falling into his eyes a year ago.

“I’ll have it back one day,” he said. “Just not anytime soon. I’m sorry.”

I wasn’t.

Not really.

This new version of Troup was just as good as the last.

It only meant that I got to explore him all over again.

“Take off your pants already,” I ordered. “I’m dying for you. And if we’re fast, we can do this at least four times before we have to leave.”

His smile had me grinning like a loon at him.

“I don’t know what you think of me,” he said. “But I have priorities.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

He leaned back and went to his knees between my thighs.

His eyes trailed along the short blue jean skirt I’d donned just for him.

“You wearing anything under that?” he asked curiously.

I smiled wickedly at him. “Nope.”

His eyes closed as if he was trying to gain some control.

I slowly hiked my skirt up, showing him just how naked I was.

“I was excited,” I said. “I took them off in the airport bathroom.”

His eyes latched onto my bare pussy.

“And I got a Brazilian wax,” I said. “A few days ago. Because I knew that, like last time, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.”

He licked his lips, his eyes flicking up once to meet mine, and then going back down.

“Oh, no.”

I giggled at his words. “Oh, yes.”

He groaned and leaned forward.

“This year has been absolute fucking torture,” he growled as he started to descend.

But this time, it was my turn.

It’d been a year.

A freakin’ year!

It was my turn to do what I’d wanted to do the last time.

“No, nope, nuh-uh,” I growled as I pushed him backward. “My turn this time.”

He looked at me with the sweetest face of confusion I’d ever seen, and then I pushed him.

He went backward onto his ass because of the surprise of my attack, and I used it to my advantage.

I launched myself at his pants, my hands going to his belt, and then his fly before he’d even had a chance to recover.

It was only as I was yanking down the zipper that he stilled my hands.

“Slow,” he ordered. “I want to be able to use that dick on you later.”

I rolled my eyes and went ‘slow’ for his benefit, carefully unzipping his pants and then spreading the fly open wide.

I could see the boring white of his boxer briefs and looked at him.

“Still the same boring white,” I teased.

He winked at me and helped me push his pants down over his hips, revealing his very large cock and his balls.

Oh, and very muscular thighs that were much more defined than they used to be.

I reached for his cock before he’d even gotten his pants all the way off, then started to squeeze it lightly.

“When I wasn’t busting my ass on schoolwork,” I said as I watched a pearly white drop of liquid dot the tip of his cock. “I’ve been reading up on how to give blow jobs.”

He cursed. “Baby…”

I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, tasting the salty drop and groaning.

He growled and fell backward flat onto his back, half on, half off the comforter.

I would’ve grinned had my mouth not already been busy.

And busy it was. I licked, sucked, and ultimately gave it my all, quickly realizing that despite my rigorous research, it didn’t prepare me for the real thing.

Because holy hell, after a minute and a half of giving it my all, my jaw was tired!

In fact, the muscles in my mouth and tongue were burning from use, and I realized rather quickly that this was going to be a hard…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Trouper growled out. “I’m going to come down your throat.”

That sounded promising.

“Fuck.”

Again, I would’ve grinned. But Trouper’s words had me redoubling my efforts.

His cock went even harder, and when his balls drew up, I knew that as a sign from Cosmopolitan Magazine that he was about to come.

“In your mouth,” he hissed when I hesitated. “Straight down your throat.”

My eyes locked on his as he looked down his body at me, and I knew he needed this.

He needed to claim me in this way, too.

His hands went softly to my hair and started to urge me faster.

I ignored the way my jaw was screaming, and gave him exactly what he wanted, keeping eye contact with him while I sucked him off.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed.

Then I felt the pulses of liquid start to shoot down the back of my throat.

I nearly gagged at first, surprised by the force of his release.

And then I realized rather quickly that I needed to swallow.