Heroes Of The Dixie Wardens MC: Life To My Flight Part 13

I knew they were watching.

They knew what we were about to do.

But I could give less than a f.u.c.k.

I'd gone nearly a year without her.

She's lucky she didn't make me wait much longer.

It wouldn't have been pretty.

"This is just one night. Nothing else," she urged as she started running her lips down the column of my throat.

I exited the front door and walked to the spot I'd parked my bike, hidden in shadow, yet in full view of the bar beyond the gla.s.s window.

She started sucking on my neck, and I lost what little control I had.

Chapter 8.

If you think a woman's place is in the kitchen, then you've clearly not been using her right.

-Life Lesson Cleo "Let's go," I growled against her hair.

When she didn't let go, I fisted her hair and pulled her off me.

The suction of her mouth on my neck let go with a sucking pop, and she panted.

Her eyes were hooded with desire, and I was lost.

"If we don't go now, we'll do something in front of this bar window that's going to be witnessed by no less than fifteen cops," I gasped.

She smiled, her lips tilting in a sensuous smile. "Go fast."

Her order set fire to my blood, and I started the bike up with a roar.

She hopped on excitedly behind me, wrapping herself around my torso, and getting so close I didn't know where I ended and she began.

On the ride to my house, she caressed my abs, the outside of my thighs, never quite straying across that line, but toeing it with the best of them.

I'd just pulled into my driveway when her hand found its way underneath my shirt, running the pad of her thumb across my left nipple.

I pulled up to the house, shut off the bike, and started walking towards the door before she was even aware I was gone.

She didn't take long to get off the bike, and by the time she did, I already had my front door unlocked, the lights on, and my shirt off.

She followed suit, ripping her shirt off her body, taking the bra with it.

Her beautiful t.i.ts popped free, bouncing with her exuberance, and I stared.

My mouth watered as I ripped my belt open, popped the b.u.t.tons on my jeans, and bent down to unlace my boots.

All the while, I kept my eyes on hers; hers locked with mine, and we watched the other as we stripped down to our skin.

Her body was fuller than it used to be, but no less beautiful.

There was more of her to hold on to now, and my d.i.c.k seemed to like it.

Her nipples beaded under my scrutiny, and we started towards each other at the same time.

She leapt into my arms once I was close enough to her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and the other around her thigh.

The tips of my fingers grazed her p.u.s.s.y, and she moaned as she slammed her mouth down on mine.

This kiss was nothing like it was in the bar.

This one was all desperation.

Hands, arms, fingers, tongue, hair pulling.

This was the type of s.e.x that was so long overdue that neither one of us had any control.

My fingers went further into her wet heat, slipping past the lips of her s.e.x, plunging deep into her core.

She arched, inadvertently placing her t.i.t at mouth level, and I devoured it as if it was my last meal.

"f.u.c.k," she hissed, her hands going into my hair and yanking me closer.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, you taste..." I groaned sucking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it so hard it elicited a gasp from her, followed by a flood of wetness from her p.u.s.s.y.

"Like what?" She panted.

I let her nipple go and grinned widely. "Like mine."

She laughed, throwing her head back in glee. "Keep dreaming, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" I asked as I started walking towards my room.

Her hands started working beneath us, and I froze as she lined the tip of my engorged d.i.c.k up with her p.u.s.s.y.

"f.u.c.k me already," she demanded.

"Your wish," I said, pinning her to the wall beside the entrance to my bedroom, and then thrusting forward. "Is my command."

She gasped. "Yes."

She felt like a dream.

Her wet heat surrounded my c.o.c.k like a tight, wet fist.

It was pulsing at my invasion, trying valiantly to adjust, but I didn't let her.

I took her roughly against the wall, thrusting in and out of her tight heat with a single-minded focus.

"You feel so good," I said, looking down at my c.o.c.k as it disappeared into her p.u.s.s.y, then reappeared glistening with her juices.

She leaned forward, obstructing my line of sight, and bit me on the shoulder, sinking her sharp teeth into my skin hard enough that I jerked hard inside of her.

"G.o.ddammit," I snarled. "You'll be sore if you keep it up."

She smiled at me, and then leaned forward, running her wet tongue up my neck until she came to a stop at my earlobe.

Then she bit down.

Hard.

I snarled, withdrew my c.o.c.k from her, and then twisted her around until she was facing the wall.

I pinned her there with my body, grabbed the base of my c.o.c.k and thrusting back inside her, hitting the end of her and causing her to squeak.

"Too much?" I asked against her neck, fisting her hair and pulling her head sideways.

The muscles of her neck strained as she shook her head. "No, it was perfect. Exactly what I want right now."

Leaning forward until my elbow was braced above her head, I thrust my hips forward, f.u.c.king her hard into the unforgiving wall.

My d.i.c.k slipped in and out of her easily, her wetness easing the way.

The cradle of my hips met her a.s.s with a slapping sound, only adding to the erotic effect of our f.u.c.king.

"I need your finger. I'm so close," she whispered.

I smiled against her neck, letting my hand that was still fisted in her hair slip down until I found the swollen nub.

I went past her c.l.i.t to where my c.o.c.k was stretching her p.u.s.s.y, gathering some wetness and bringing it back up so I could rub the bundle of nerves unhindered.

She groaned, clinching down on my c.o.c.k like a steel clamp just before she came, screaming.

"Mikhail! Yes," she exclaimed. "Oh, G.o.d."

I buried my nose into the crook of her neck, pulling my d.i.c.k out of her wet heat, reluctantly, before I turned her around and urged her to her knees.

She went willingly, leaning forward with a voraciousness that surprised me.

She swallowed my d.i.c.k, taking it so deep that I could feel the tip of it touching the back of her throat.

She used her hand at the base, squeezing and working my c.o.c.k in tandem with her mouth.

When her hot little hand cupped my b.a.l.l.s and squeezed lightly, I could feel my come boiling just before, what felt like lightening, shot down my spine.

Arching and closing my eyes, I grabbed ahold of her hair again as I started f.u.c.king her mouth harder.

She groaned, making my c.o.c.k tingle just before my come shot out of my c.o.c.k and bathed the back of her throat with my release.

She worked the final dregs of my release, sucking and pulling on my d.i.c.k, until finally I had no more to give.

She let the tip of my c.o.c.k slip from her mouth before leaning forward and giving the top of my pubic bone a kiss, before standing.

"You're a-f.u.c.king-mazing," I said, kissing her on the neck.

She giggled. "I could say the same thing about you."

Gathering her back into my arms, I lifted her around the waist, and she curled her legs around my hips.

My softening c.o.c.k started to fill again, and I walked into the bedroom, laid her down gently onto the sheets, and followed her down. We touched again from crotch to thigh.

"You ready for round two?" I asked as I descended down her stomach, kissing her belly, the outside of her thighs, and finally down to her s.e.x.

"Never more, it's been so long."

I looked up and smiled. "Same goes."

Then I returned the favor.

Multiple times.

Chapter 9.

Forget breakfast in bed. Being f.u.c.ked awake beats pancakes any day.

-Rule's to live by Rue I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining into the non-curtained windows.

The room was unfamiliar, but I knew exactly where I was at.