Bad Ride (Men of Valor MC)

“God, that feels good.” Her voice shakes with a trembling surprise.

“You didn’t know how good it could feel, did you?”

She shakes her head as I go back to the nape of her neck and listen to her broken moan. “No, God, I didn’t. But, wait…I really should go, I have work in the morning…”

Pride erupts inside of me as I hear what she says, but she makes no attempt to get away. Another soft moan of my name seeps from her pink lips as I work my hand down to her waist, untucking her shirt and working the buttons open as I trace her ear with my tongue, driving my thigh between her legs until her hot cunt is mounted on top.

I open her blouse, tearing it off her shoulders as she looks at me and I’m afraid any second indifference will return to her eyes and this moment will end with the fragile feelings of hope going up in flames. My worry disappears when Annie’s hips start to wiggle on my leg, and I don’t think this could get any better.

And then it does.

“I’ve imagined this,” she hisses, rubbing herself in little spasms along the hard muscles above my knee. “I shouldn’t tell you…”

“You should fucking tell me.” I bang my fists on the trunk of the car, the pulsating urge to possess her in every way making me want to break something at the thought she’s holding anything back from me.

“I’ve thought of you. Of us. Doing this…more than this, too.” I look at her face, the flush of innocence on her cheeks and the way her eyes widen, looking for acceptance, and I give it to her.

I shift her body, driving my hips between her legs as I lift her onto the trunk of her car, crushing my hard length against the heat between her thighs, pushing her skirt up and working her bra off in a frenzy.

My hips start to grind into her, and there’s nothing dry about our humping, I can feel the wetness soaking into my jeans as my blood burns through my veins and I take one of her dark nipples into my mouth, her hands tugging at my hair as she pushes my knit cap out of the way and it falls to the floor.

I work back and forth, her body shaking and tits bouncing with the force of my rutting against her, and I imagine my pre-cum soaking through my jeans from the inside, mixing with her own warm nectar, and it’s as close to perfection as I’ve ever been.

“I imagined this too,” I grit out as I rake my teeth over her nipples and her thighs open wider, her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her, and I’m intoxicated by her desire. Addicted to the thought that she wants me in the way I’ve wanted her.

A tightness seizes my chest as thoughts of her wet pussy take over, and I know grinding against her like this won’t be enough. Her scent flows through me and I drop down, planting her feet on my shoulders as I drive my nose into the wet fabric between her soft thighs.

I moan in response, white lights dancing behind my lids as my need for her grows into a crazed fever and I take a long, slow lick as her sweet nectar brands me, putting her mark on me.

Binding me to her for all time.

“I thought of this for so long.” I reach up and tug down a pink cotton thong, one I’ve seen her bouncing around her room wearing many times before, and I stuff it into my back pocket as I rip open the snaps on my vest and let it slip down my back.

I flip off her shoes, fix her feet on my shoulders again and lean forward.

“I told you I was hungry, and you’re the all-I-can-eat buffet.”

Chapter 5

Annie

There’s a ringing in my ears, a reverberation pounding in my head.

Because I’m screaming.

God, this man’s mouth, it’s everywhere. And at the same time, it’s in the one, infinitesimally perfect spot that has me shuddering and clamping my thighs around his ears.

His enormous hands are tucked tight into the crease of where my thighs bend into my hips, holding me steady, and the moment of hesitation and insecurity I had when I figured out what was about to happen turns to vapor as his tongue teaches my pussy what it means to be schooled.

He runs his dark beard over my sensitive flesh, making me wince at the rough texture. It feels like he’s giving me a part of him. Every time I open my eyes and look down, between heaving breaths and focused spasms of delight, he’s staring up at me like I’m on life support and he’s on watch for the flatline.

He’s eating me like it’s life or death, his tongue flicking and spinning at my opening. Then he’s back to that other spot that has me grabbing at my hair and digging my heels into his hard shoulders.