CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Somehow, I lost the battle to drive us to my house. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Normally I prefer to be the one in control of the vehicle I’m in. Not that Hope’s a bad driver, but she’s my woman, and I should be driving her. I’m all sorts of twitchy sitting in the passenger seat, which makes her laugh repeatedly at my expense. I tell myself the only reason she’s behind the wheel is when she bent over to clean out the passenger side—cause my girl keeps her car as messy as her closets—she distracted me with thoughts of getting her back to my house and bent over my bed. Thank fuck we’re only a few blocks away, although with the traffic and red lights every thirty fucking feet, it seems to take forever.
I’m on her the second we set foot inside. The way I strip her down is almost violent, but she can’t seem to get enough. Like a wild man, my gaze darts to every available surface. Bend her over the table? Up on the counter? No. Ultimately, I want her under me for a long damn time, so we’re going upstairs.
For some reason, she still has her bra and panties on when we get inside my bedroom. Why her tits aren’t filling my palms right now is a mystery. I lost my shirt and boots somewhere downstairs, but she’s struggling to get my jeans off, while I’m trying to figure out the tricky little hooks on her bra. Finally I get her free. The bra goes sailing across the room while I fill my mouth with a tasty little nipple. With one arm around her waist and my other hand holding her tit for my greedy fucking mouth, I walk her backwards to the bed. My hand slides down under her panties to cup one little round ass cheek. How could she ever think I would give any of this up?
I turn and take her down to the bed with me so she’s straddling my lap. She works her satin-covered pussy over my fly. The sexiest mewling noises are coming out of her mouth. I sit up and cup her face with my hands, pulling her to me for more scorching kisses.
“Panties off, now,” I growl against her lips. But I don’t give her a chance to lift off me for even a second. Instead, I twine my hands in the thin waistband and snap it in half. Pushing and nudging her down, I fall over her. Her hands are at my jeans, frantically shoving them down over my hips, freeing my cock. My girl is just as crazed as I am. She lifts her legs, spreading wide, and hooks her feet into the waistband to push my pants down my legs. It’s sexy as fuck, how nuts she is to get me inside of her. I don’t want to disappoint, so the minute the tip of my dick gets near her slick pussy, I slide home.
We both groan at the intensity. In seconds, my furious thrusting is pushing her down the bed. Wrapping my arms around her, I anchor her with hands on her shoulders to keep her still so I can fuck her hard and fast. Once I finally kick my fucking pants off, I sit back on my heels and take it slow. Keeping her legs spread wide, I’m in the perfect position to watch myself slide in and out of her pretty pussy. I place one hand on her mound to keep her still and use my thumb to play with her clit.
Fuck, that’s the hottest damn thing.
I fall down over her, licking and sucking at her neck. Her hands are all over me, rubbing and squeezing my back, my arms, my shoulders. I can’t stop slamming up inside her. All mine.
“Tell me I own your fucking pussy, baby doll.”
She stares up at me in big owl-eyed surprise. Damn, that expression only makes the fire roaring through me hotter.
“Say it,” I growl against her lips.
“I’m yours.”
Not good enough. “Say the actual words. Tell me that pussy belongs to me.”
She hesitates. I’m balls deep, fucking her half to death, and she’s embarrassed. It would be adorable if I wasn’t so desperate.
“You own my pussy, only you,” she says so soft and sweet.
Damn right. I take her lips, fucking her mouth with my tongue. My hips pump into her with short, sharp strokes. She breaks our kiss, breathing hard. One hand slides into my hair, nails raking against my scalp. Fuck, I love when she does that. My eyes close, then snap open when she yanks my hair back—hard.
“Tell me I own your cock.”
I chuckle. Look who’s not embarrassed anymore. “Yeah, baby doll, you own that cock. Now, come all over it for me.”
My filthy words set her off. I watch her face as she rides it out—lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes closed. Squeezing me so damn tight, I’m about to blow. When she relaxes, I slow my furious thrusting.
“Don’t stop. Feels too good.” She moans the words, but I get what she’s saying.
Primal need wraps its arms around my chest. One minute I’m fucking her, balls tightening, ready to burst, that familiar zip of pleasure shooting down my spine and the next I’m sliding out of her slick heat and spraying her belly with my cum. I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. My eyes shut as I ride out one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Holy fuck.
Afraid of what I’ll see, it takes me a minute to open my eyes when I finally finish. There’s no anger on her face, though. She’s smiling, laughing a little, as she looks from the mess on her stomach to my face.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I stumble out of the bed and stagger into the bathroom to find something to clean her up with. When I get back, she hasn’t moved, except her fingers are busy twisting and pulling at her still-hard nipples.
I’m barely going to have a second to clean her up before I’m back inside her again.
Later it’s dark, and neither of us can move. I think we’ve screwed ourselves into some sort of coma. My dick actually feels a little raw. I know I need to get up and feed my girl, but I don’t think my legs can carry me all the way downstairs. She’s fucked everything out of me. I’m drained. Zapped.
Stupid-happy.
She nuzzles closer to me, pressing her soft lips against my hip, snaking her tongue along the v of my obliques. “Mmm, I think this is my favorite part of you,” she sighs.
She’s so damn close to my cock, he jumps. Good to know he’s not dead after all.
Still kissing the area in question, she traces her fingers across the other side.
“That tickles, baby doll.”
She giggles, the sound vibrating against my skin. Making two finger guns with my hands, I place them at the spots she’s busy worshiping.
“When I was younger, I wanted to get a pistol tattooed on each side.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t need any help finding your cock,” she teases.
“Very funny. Come here.” With a final kiss in the crease of my thigh, her soft hair brushing right up against my dick, she crawls up and snuggles next to me. Except for her soft, steady breathing, she’s quiet, and I figure she’s fallen asleep.
“Rochlan, were you mad I went to visit Wrath in the hospital?” she asks suddenly. Her voice is still husky from screaming my name while I plowed into her from behind earlier.
Aw, fuck. My woman knows what’s going on in my caveman brain better than I do.
I give her a little squeeze. “No, baby doll. Not mad. Not mad at all. That was very sweet of you.”
“Okay. I thought…”
“What, honey? Tell me.”
“I didn’t know if I broke some secret, biker bro code, or something?”
I can’t stop laughing. She’s so fucking cute. Where does she come up with this shit?
Now she’s pissed, and she thumps my chest with her fingers.
“No broken bro code,” I reassure her with a teasing grin.
“Shut up,” she grumbles before climbing back on top of me.
“Hope—”
“Shhh…”
She shuts me up with soft kisses, and to my surprise, my cock reports for duty immediately.
“You have to do all the work this time, baby doll.”
She chuckles soft against my ear. Her silky hair all around me, sliding over my cheek smells so fucking good.
“My pleasure.” She reaches down and grips me, then lowers herself onto my abused cock.
“Ride me,” I urge.
And she does.