My MC was in shambles and all I could think about was plunging my cock deep into Patrick. The adrenaline from the fight with Coal and the shootout was still coursing through my veins. His blue eyes bored into me with an innocence that I had lost years ago. Patrick had seen so much death since being with me. His steeled expression showed how strong he was.
I couldn't help myself. I kissed him hard on the lips. The intense pleasure washing over us like a tidal wave. Patrick breathed in sharply as my tongue entered his mouth, lightly playing with his.
I craned his head to the side and trailed kisses down his neck. Patrick shivered, his hands feeling up my chest.
“Why does your skin taste so good?” I asked, my tongue running across his collarbone.
“Don't stop,” Patrick commanded. I lifted his shirt over his head and drooled over chiseled body.
Patrick suddenly shoved me off and I fell backwards onto the bed. The animalistic desire raged through him as he pulled my leather cut off and tore away at the blood-stained wife beater. He layered kiss upon kiss, moving from my neck in a straight line down my chest and to my stomach.
His fingers fumbled with my belt buckle and jeans but he finally was able to get them off. I'd never been with a man so eager to fuck me before.
“You're so damn big,” Patrick said, admiring my throbbing cock pinned beneath my black boxer briefs. He pressed one finger against my shaft and my dick pulsed. Patrick gasped and giggled with a hand covering his mouth.
“Don't think you can just play with me all day. I'll make you gag on my cock until my cum is dribbling from your lips,” I said.
Patrick bit down on his bottom lip. “That's not such a bad idea. But I have a better one.” Patrick pulled down my boxers around my knees until my long cock flung out. he lifted one leg over me and straddled me like a horse. Patrick sat down on my crotch, suffocating my cock in his ass.
Patrick felt so good against me. I wanted to come all over him. But not yet. He reached down and grasped my cock, guiding me into his warm hole. He was completely stretched and filled to the max.
This guy thought he could torture me—but I'd been with so many men that I knew how to make them squirm. Patrick rested his hands on my chest, lifting his ass into the air and slamming down on me. He wouldn't be able to control herself much longer.
“It feels so good...Phoenix.”
“Come around me, Patrick,” I murmured. “Let me feel your ass clench and quiver.” I stroked his cock until he moaned my name.
Patrick came undone, quaking on top of me, his legs vibrating. His cum shot out all over my while I fucked him.
Patrick returned to me with an intensity, rocking his hips back and forth. “You're so deep inside me.”
My hands sneaked around Patrick and grasped his ass, flinging him up and down on me. My engorged cock couldn't wait much longer. This man knew how to make me feel so good.
Patrick bent down and kissed me, his chest pressed hard against mine. His lips trailed across my cheek and to my ear. “I want to feel you come,” he whispered.
The pleasure hit its peak and I detonated within Patrick, unloading my hot cum. Patrick arched his back and came with me, his ass tightening, his eyes rolling back. We screamed at the top of our lungs until we had no breath left.
Patrick collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty body and held him close. No guy had ever made me feel this way before. I didn't want to just throw her away and move onto the next man.
All I wanted was another time with Patrick. One more time to fill him up and make him moan.
“That was way too good,” Patrick said, exasperated. “Was that good for you?”
“God damn, baby, do you even need to ask?” I lifted Patrick off and set him down next to me. “Where did you even learn how to ride cock like that?”
Patrick bit the tip of her index finger. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
My flaccid penis was already coming back to attention. But I couldn't waste anymore time fucking around. I had MC business to deal with.
I got out of bed and found my jeans, slipping them on. Patrick rolled over onto his stomach and watched me dress. His ass looked amazing. If only I had time to come all over those cheeks. Patrick's feet were in the air, kicking back and forth. I wanted to fuck that innocent look right off him.
“Where do you think you're going?” he asked, smiling.
I searched on the floor for my leather cut. “We have shit to do, Patrick. I need you to set up the meet with Byron.”
Patrick crawled on the bed to edge. He slipped a finger into the band of my jeans and pulled me forward. “There's plenty of time for that later. But I need you inside me again.”
This man was fucking freaky. And I loved it. Taking him from behind and covering his ass in come wouldn't take too long...