Bounty:Fury Riders MC(58)

I find the rough patch inside her tunnel and start rubbing it, never  stopping the movement of my tongue on her button. She's losing it,  screaming hoarsely, writhing frantically. But I won't stop, knowing how  the pleasure is wracking her and how good she'll feel when she comes.

Soon she's tightening around my fingers, coating them with even more  wetness as the orgasm begins. I watch her face as she screams, the veins  standing out on her neck when she tenses. Then she's crying out, over  and over, her muscles loosening their grip and pulsing gently.

I withdraw my fingers, replacing them with my cock. She gasps sharply as  I fill her, and I have to stay still until she relaxes or risk losing  it. She's so tight, so hot. I wait until the urge to come passes,  watching her as she adjusts to me.

"So big," she whimpers, but the way she thrusts her hips toward me when  she says it tells me there's no problem. I slide out, slowly, still  watching as her eyes close and a slow smile spreads over her face. I let  her feel every inch of me leave until only the head is still inside. I  tease her with a few shallow thrusts, and she moans.

"Do you want more?" I ask, rolling my hips. I'm barely holding back,  wanting to pound her until we're both raw. But torturing her like this  is so much fun.

"Mmmhmm. I want all of it. Give it to me."

She's mine now, I think as I slam home. Her eyes fly open in surprise  when she feels me bottom out inside her. I take her wrists, pinning them  above her head.         

     



 

"You want it? You want my cock?" I growl as I ride her. I feel every bit  of her as I slam home, her tight sheath gripping me like a vice. She's  crying out, incoherent, lost. "Do you like that?"

"Yes! Yes! I love it!"

I respond by slamming home once, twice, hearing her scream softly.

"Turn over," I growl, letting go of her wrists and sliding out briefly.  No sooner is she on her knees than I'm lining up with her pussy and  thrusting again. I hold onto her hips, pulling them toward me to bring  us together even harder. She loves it, gasping and moaning, begging for  more. I feel her moving against me, slamming into me, fucking me as I'm  fucking her.

I slap her ass, first on one side, then the other. At first she sounds  surprised, then she cries out, "Yes! Slap my ass! Please!" I do it again  and again, then reach down to pull her up against me so her back is to  my chest.

"Ride me," I growl in her ear before biting the lobe. She shivers, but  doesn't stop rocking her hips against my cock, grinding sensually. My  hands roam over her legs, her hips, up to her tits. I rub them,  squeezing them, feeling the way they bounce in my hands with her  movement. With one hand, I pull her head to the side to suck on her  neck. I need all of her, everything I can feel or taste.

She reaches behind me, holding onto the back of my neck, still fucking  me. I cup her mound with my free hand, rubbing her. She's nearly gone  now, her voice nonexistent, hoarsely crying out my name.

"Jax! Ohhh, ohhh, oh, Jax!" Her grinding has turned into a frantic  bouncing and I know she's ready to come again. My fingers find her clit  and she gasps, riding harder and harder. I feel the way her pussy clamps  down on my cock and grit my teeth, holding on as she comes all over me.

"That's right, baby, come on my cock. Come for me." She whimpers,  shaking, the muscles of her pussy squeezing me. I force myself to think  of something else for a moment until the urge to come passes, glad she  already got me off with her mouth so it's easier to hold back.

Finally, she's finished, collapsing forward onto the bed.

"We're not finished yet," I warn her.

She looks up at me through half-lidded eyes. "Oh, please," she whimpers. "I don't think I can take any more."

"I'm gonna give it to you anyway. You can take just one more. My cock  needs to be inside you one more time," I say, picking up her legs and  placing them against my chest. I gently strum my thumb over her clit,  teasing her. "Don't you want it? Don't you want to feel good again?"

"Mmmm. Jax … " That's all the answer I need.

She's torn between pleasure and exhaustion, so I make up her mind for  her by plunging into her again. I'm determined to make her come one more  time before I do. Taking hold of her legs, I drive myself into her. She  wants more, I can tell, moaning again. I grind into her slowly, taking  my time, building us both up.

I feel her pushing against me, using her legs against my chest for  leverage. I won't let her off that easy. I spread her thighs apart,  placing one foot on either side of me. Then I kneel, lifting her hips as  I go. Her pussy is open in front of me, my cock still thrusting into  her.

"Touch yourself for me," I whisper. "I want to see you get yourself off  while I fuck you." She moans, too lost in pleasure to say no. My eyes  are glued to her fingers as she first slowly strokes her clit, then  speeds up. She uses the other hand to hold the lips apart, giving me an  even better look.

"That's right," I growl, thrusting harder now, watching her pleasure  herself. "You're so fucking sexy. Make yourself come, baby. One more  time." She moans, my words driving her closer and closer. Her fingers  are a blur now, flying over her clit. My cock is a blur, too, and I know  I'm getting ready to explode.

"Come on me," she gasps, then I realize she's tightening again, her  cries getting louder and louder as she climaxes just once more.

From the moment she starts, I let go. I slide out of her and rapidly  stroke myself, crying out just before I start spurting over her tits  just like she asked. I hear myself roaring, hear her encouraging me to  keep going, as my cum splashes onto her.

Then it's over. I fall onto the bed, exhausted. I've been with a lot of  women-a lot of women-but this was different. I never felt so compelled  to bring a woman so much pleasure. I barely notice when she slips out of  bed. I hear the water running in the bathroom and know she's cleaning  herself up. Soon she slips back into bed with me, beneath the blankets. I  know I ought to keep her from falling asleep with me … but I can't bring  myself to say no.





Chapter 12

Christina

I know we shouldn't have. But I'm so glad we did.

I've never felt like this before. I didn't think I was capable of  feeling so much pleasure. There were times when I didn't think I could  handle any more, but I'm glad he pushed me further. I feel sorry for any  man who comes into my life after tonight. They'll never measure up.         

     



 

We stay in bed together for a little while. I sense hesitation on his  part at first, but there's no way I'm going back to that solitary bed  and sleeping alone after what just happened. I'm feeling vulnerable,  more so than I ever have, and I need a little contact right now. I'm  guessing this isn't his usual routine.

It doesn't take long for him to warm up, though. I'm dozing gently, sort  of in and out of consciousness, in that beautiful place between sleep  and wakefulness. My head is on his shoulder, and I can hear the way his  heart beats slow and strong in his chest. Everything about him is  strong.

I hear his breathing change, too. It slows, deepens. I glance up at his  face without moving my head, wanting to avoid disturbing him. He's so  beautiful, if a man can be beautiful. The moonlight against the snow  fills the room with an almost supernatural white glow, lighting his  face. He's angelic, just like the ink across his chest. Though I don't  think he was in an angelic mood when he got that done. I bite my lip to  stifle a giggle.

Then I remember something.

"Oh, shit!" He stirs at my voice. "The fire! You lit the fire!"

"Good call." He hurries out of bed, not bothering to put on his boxers,  and heads downstairs. I hear him putting out the flames, speaking to  Blue in low, soothing tones. Poor dog. We probably scared the hell out  of him.

I giggle again, remembering how wild it was. He's officially ruined me  for all other men. How can I go back to plain, boring sex again after  what just happened? Nothing else will come close, I'm sure.

I look around the room, really seeing it for the first time. The dresser  and bed are antiques, I can tell, the curtains that same pretty lacy  fabric as the ones in the guest room. I wonder why he still has  everything decorated this way. It doesn't seem to suit his personality  at all. He's so masculine, hardly able to roll out a basic dough on the  counter earlier tonight. This whole "farmhouse shabby chic" aesthetic  clashes with what I know about him.

I don't think I would change a thing, though. Maybe get a nicer TV with a  better picture. Maybe switch out his old computer with my newer one.  The stove and oven are amazing, but the fridge is a little small. Maybe a  second one in the garage?

Wait a minute. What the hell am I thinking? I'm going through this in my  head as though I plan to move in. This is exactly the sort of  complication I don't need in my life right now, damn it. I can't go from  one fucked up relationship to another, no matter how good the sex is.  And the sex was very, very good.