Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC 1)
“Vincent!” she shouts, and I feel her body let go. She keeps her body in place as passion flows through her and she releases her orgasm. Her tight channel milks my cock and I pump every last drop of my cum inside her.
It’s a fast hard fuck, but it’s always so perfect with my girl. The best I’ve ever had, and the last I’ll ever touch. I’m a lucky bastard.
A little while later, when we’re cleaned up, and she’s getting ready to shoot her target, I just lean back and stare at her. I think about how beautiful she is, and how I can’t imagine my life without her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAS
“Oh God, Shield,” I moan.
“You say my name when I have my face in your pussy, or my cock inside you,” he growls against my pussy.
“Vincent,” I moan as he licks the seam of my silk-panty-covered pussy. He hasn’t moved them to the side yet, and it’s driving me crazy.
The warm wet teases have me arching off the kitchen island, trying to press myself deeper into his mouth. Both of my hands reach for his hair, holding him closer, rocking myself into him. My legs spread wider, wanting to make sure he has all the room he needs to devour me, but he only keeps running his tongue over my seam of my lips through the material of my underwear.
I grip his thick hair tighter, holding his head until his gaze locks on mine.
“Stop fucking around. I said your name, so stop torturing me.”
Flashing me a smug grin, “I would never cause you pain, I just want to enjoy my breakfast.”
Releasing his hair, I shamelessly let my legs fall open even more. I glance down and watch Vincent remove his cock from his boxer briefs and give himself a few quick pumps before his big strong hands grab my hips, pulling them until half my ass is hanging off the side of the island. Gripping my knees, he puts me in the position he wants me, with my legs over his shoulders, him kneeling on the floor, and his gaze totally fixed on my pussy.
“Pull it to the side baby, show me you want my mouth there.”
I brace myself with one arm and reach down to pull my panties to the side for him.
“You hair is all gone,” he sounds surprised.
“I wanted to make sure nothing got in the way of my clit and your mouth. If you don’t like it you ca—”
I gasp instead of finishing my smartass remark when Vincent pushes his shoulders more into me, widening my knees further. He leans in until I felt his warm breath over my exposed cunt.
His free hand spreads my labia to give him a better view of my clit. When he starts to lick me in long rapid strokes I let myself fall back against the counter. My robe fully opens, exposing my bare breasts, making my nipples even harder.
Vincent is relentless with his tongue. He zeroes in on the exact spot that sends my back arching off the island. I try to slam my legs closed, but his shoulders stop me. They hold me pinned open, while his hand holds my labia spread, the idea that he could feast on my pussy all day if he wanted and I couldn’t stop him sends raw ecstasy shooting through my body.
I cry out his name as the climax rips through me. I should be shocked by how fast he can make me cum but over the past few weeks I learned he knows how to play my body. I cum when he wants me to, be it in seconds, minutes, or even hours.
Closing my eyes, I enjoy the tingling and euphoria while I try and calm my breathing. I can hear Vincent’s heavy breathing, just as loud as mine. The slow rock of his body still between my legs lets me know he’s still stroking himself.
I want him inside me but his thick tongue breaches my pussy, opening my vaginal walls for him. My muscles contract and twist in the aftermath of my release. Both his hands slide under my ass, slightly lifting me from the counter giving him a deeper penetration with his tongue.
“I can’t. Not so soon,” I moan, but my hips jerk into him begging for another.
Releasing my ass, he lets my legs drop off his shoulders so he can rise between them. This counter is the perfect height for his cock to align with my cunt. One swift push and he would be balls deep, but he makes no move to enter me.
“I told you, you can cook. Best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had. I plan to eat here every morning,” he says as he starts to rub the head of his cock against my clit, back and forth. “Although that does mean I should probably move in here. That way I can get room-service pussy in bed. I can just wake up with you sitting on my face every morning.”
My body jerks in response. I’m not sure if it’s because of what his words imply, or that my clit is still sensitive from my last orgasm, but I know he’s going to make me respond. This is how he gets what he wants from me. I’m not sure why it matters, he’s here every night without invite. He even stole a key. The man sleeps on top of me at night, like I’m going to sneak out on him or something.
I always give him shit about it, but the truth is I love it. How could I not love this beautiful man acting like I’m his every breath?
“What if I want breakfast in bed?” I retort.
“Then I’ll eat your pussy until you pass out, then when you come to, it will be ready. Sounds pretty damn perfect to me,” he says smugly, like that’s all solved, and I’m sure he believes it is. I bet by the end of the day, half his shit will be here. I’ll bitch about it taking up my space, then he’ll probably fuck me on it to show me how functional it is.