Conjugal Visits (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 2)

When both nipples were lavished with attention, she was squirming underneath me.

“Take off your panties,” I urged as I stood up and divested myself of the rest of my clothes.

When we were both naked, I walked around the side of the bed, my dick leading the way.

“You have condoms?” I asked, pulling open the drawer in the end table.

She cleared her throat, her face going pink.

I knew why moments later when I saw what was right on top.

Sure, there were condoms, and I reached for one of them and tossed it onto the bed.

But my gaze was locked on the mold of my three fingers that was right on top of a bottle of lube.

I grinned at her wickedly.

“You won’t be needing this anymore.” I picked it up and wiggled it at her. “I’m here now.”

She smiled at me, a wicked grin taking over her face.

“You never know,” she said. “Your cock may be busy elsewhere and I’ll need that to fill the void in my pussy.”

The way she spoke made fissures of lightning streak down my spine.

“Will it now?” I asked, leaving it on the nightstand to explore things with later.

For now, I just needed my cock inside of her.

I needed to feel her tight heat surrounding my cock.

Crawling onto the bed, I moved between her splayed thighs and growled when my hard dick came into contact with her wet heat.

She licked her lips, eyes going hot, and spread her legs even wider, her hands going to the backs of her knees as she pulled them back so that her pussy was on display.

I studied it, really wanting a taste, but knowing that this first time I just needed to fuck her.

I needed to fill her with my cock and fuck the hell out of her until we both came.

Then, once I’d taken the edge off, I would explore more.

But first…

I leaned forward on one hand and fisted my cock with the other.

Then, with my eyes flicking back and forth between what I was doing between her legs, and her eyes, I dragged the tip through her juices.

I swirled it around her clit, causing her to inhale deeply in surprise.

“Shit,” she breathed as the soft head came into direct contact. “The things that you do to me.”

The things I did to her? What about the things she did to me?

“Spread your legs wider,” I urged.

She did, and I repositioned myself so that I was on my haunches between her thighs, and I was pressing my cock down to swirl around her entrance.

She moaned and watched with bated breath as I slowly teased her with just the tip.

Swirling, dunking, and pulling back out, I waited until she was good and wet, until I could practically see the wetness leaking from her. When she was fully ready for me, I slowly fed her my cock head, dipping it in past the crown and pulling back again.

When she was panting and cursing my name, I grinned wickedly and slowly sank inside in one smooth, forceful push.

She was tighter than I remembered.

Holy hell, I wasn’t going to last long.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, hoping to regain control.

“You look pained.” She laughed, her hips lifting slightly.

“Don’t move,” I groaned as I placed both of my hands on her hips. “I’m trying to regain control so I don’t come in a half a second.”

She tightened her muscles, and I cursed.

Right before I realized something that I’d forgotten.

“Son of a bitch,” I growled, trying to pull away. “Protection.”

Except, she thought that I was going to stop and rolled us.

I let her, loving when she took control.

Not because I liked to give up control, but because I liked to sit back, relax, and watch her fuck me. Watch as her breasts jumped up and down with the movement.

Watch as her sexy hips undulated.

When I was finally on my back, she was lifting up so that I could see the full length of her body.

I allowed my eyes to drag down the length of her, coming to a stop when I found where we were connected.

Her pussy was stretched obscenely around my cock, and it looked almost impossibly sexy as she started to move.

I watched, enraptured, as she moved her hips and thighs, taking me in so fast and hard that her breasts were jolting with the movement.

“I’m close,” she panted. “I’m sorry. It’s just been too long.”

I laughed, my hands squeezing her hips, fingers digging into her flesh.

“That’s my line,” I said, feeling the familiar tingling at the base of my spine.

It wouldn’t be long. Between one breath and the next, it went from ‘I’m close’ to ‘I’m coming.’

My orgasm started before I had a chance to say anything.

One second she was coming upwards for another downward thrust, and the next I was coming, my hands tightening on her hips as I pulled her down roughly.