Cocky Biker(39)
“If?” I croak, struck silent as his fingers slip into my swollen folds.
He touches my opening and moans right into my ear.
The heat of his breath is so yummy that my lips part wishing his tongue was sliding between them.
“Fuck, baby, you’re sopping. You want me that bad, huh? But just for sex, you little slut.”
“Jett!” I cry out and he bites my neck, making me moan and bend under the pressure. “That’s not nice.”
“Are you nice?” he chuckles and snaps my nipple between his fingers right before he grabs my hair, pulling my head up to the ceiling. I writhe under the skill of his angry fingers as he teases my clit and growls in my ear, “I’m about to make you forget other men exist.”
As he shoves his index and middle finger into my hole, I moan, “Cocky bastard…” He’s stroking me as he massages my neck with his teeth, gnawing on me in the beat of those fingers. My back is arched. The ceiling is above me, and it’s all I can see.
He’s got complete mastery of my body and I fight the climax, angry at him for owning me like this.
Because I know he’s right.
I will never have another man inside my body and not think of Jett Cocker.
“Oh God,” I whisper as the burning tingles turn to flames.
“That’s it. Cum for me, baby,” he moans in my ear, panting in time with me.
“No,” I whisper, struggling against giving in.
“Let me in, baby. Let all that pain go.”
I cry out as he starts lightly flicking my clit with his thumb while his fingers penetrate me in swift sure pumps. Dynamite explodes in my veins and I scream, “I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
Jett ignores me and pulls my head back to kiss me hard. My tongue reaches for his first, desperate to taste him. I’m cumming all over his hand. Bucking under the pleasure. Letting go of the fight. I bite his lip as he pulls back to look at me. He smirks and growls, “Little bitch. I still can’t believe you stole my credit card.”
“I’d do it again,” I shoot back with a smirk of my own.
He laughs loudly and then shoves my torso down, lifting my ass and snarling, “Fucking look at this thing here. Sweet holy fuck, look at your ass!”
He gives it a slap and rubs his cock’s blunt tip against my wet pussy. I moan hard and rasp, “Oh God, you feel so good.”
He dives in, filling my starving pussy with a meal. We moan together and he rakes short fingernails down my spine, smacking my ass cheeks again as he begins to stroke himself inside me.
I am trembling at his size. This is pleasure mixed with pain. It’s been months. But do I mind? Fuck no. It feels way better than it hurts.
“I’m gonna fill you to the rim, baby.”
For some reason he stops abruptly.
“What’s wrong?” Flinging my hair back, I look over my shoulder to see why he stopped.
Frowning really hard, he pulls out of me and flips me around, his naked body climbing onto mine, cock dripping along the way. “Luna, I’m not gettin’ you pregnant against your will. I know I didn’t use protection back in the motel, but things are different after that mansion, and what we saw. I’m not one of those fuckin’ animals.”
Pain twists my chest into pieces and I shake my head. “I know you’re not!”
“If you got pregnant, Luna, there’d be no getting rid of me. Understand? I’d never be some deadbeat dad, and I’ve got no fuckin’ condoms with me. I almost bought some but knew it would be too tempting to break your door down if I did.”
“Jett, I don’t think I can get pregnant, it’s okay.”
His frown deepens. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve never been, and I had these polyps, and I don’t know…” I whisper, feeling vulnerable suddenly. This kind of talking is way more intimate than hard fucking, that’s for sure. “I heard from this gypsy woman that I’d never conceive.”
He snarls, “What the fuck?” protectively, like he’d beat the woman up if she were here, for saying such a thing to me.
“No, she was a good person. I stayed with her for a while when I was a teenager. She said it one night like she was having a vision. The things you saw as a child closed your womb for good, and for protection. I never told her about any of it! But she knew somehow…so I believed her. I don’t think I can have kids. I’ve come to terms with it. It’s okay.”
Jett stares at me, his features hard, like he doesn’t know what to do with this and doesn’t believe it. “You’re willin’ to chance it?”
He’s going to be a dad someday. It’s so obvious in how loyal he is by nature. With his Ciphers and his family. And how he’s been here for me, a stranger who was mortally wounded and all alone.