Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(52)

I lifted myself up once more on my elbows, panting and goggle-eyed, head  spinning with the enormous pleasure I'd just experienced for the first  time ever. I can't believe I waited so damn long for that.

Reign looked up at me, his come-hither eyes now smiling as he pulled away from my tender mound.

"I've never … I mean … that was … " I tried to speak, but couldn't make sense  of my own voice, my own thoughts. Reign wiped his mouth and stood above  me. My hands came automatically, desperately, back to his belt, wanting  to repay him. He let me pull his jeans down, exposing a cock that put  Jeremy's to shame, massively erect and throbbing before my flushed face.         

     



 

I gripped the base, my hand stroking up to the plushy head, looking up  at him with gratitude. In a single motion, he'd removed his leather  jacket and shirt, revealing a body that was sculpted from marble,  covered in tattoos, with just a spattering of chest hair crossing his  broad, steely pecs.

I leaned in, wanting to taste him, but felt his hands on my shoulders,  keeping me at bay. I looked up, confused, to see him smiling wickedly, a  crooked grin that only rekindled the flames inside me.

"I want to feel you," he said, pushing me back even further, coming  between my legs once more as I let my body fall to the mattress. No one  had ever been inside me besides Jeremy. My heart was trapped in my  throat, each beat vibrating through my body, as I closed my eyes and  prepared myself. "Is that okay?"

He was asking me permission? After what he'd just done for me?

"Please," I moaned, reaching out to grab him closer, his hard cock now  pressing against my gushing slit. Even with just a centimeter of it  inside me, I could feel how huge it was, how it stretched my slit to its  limit.

I kept my eyes on his as he knelt onto the bed, and I pushed myself back  further until we were both laying down, the weight of him against me  thrilling and new. His cock returned to my slit and he pressed inside  slowly, slightly. I gasped, my pussy stretching to fit his girth, a new  heat rising to my cheeks.

I grabbed his biceps, stroking his skin, wanting more. He looked at me  with eyes like a wolf about to take his mate, and I felt lost in his  gaze, tumbling through nowhere, the only things in the world our two  bodies bound together in bliss. I cried out, throwing my head back and  closing my eyes, as he suddenly thrust into me, his cock sliding easily  into my wetness, tearing my pussy in two in a delicious moment of  combined pleasure and pain.

He throbbed inside me, holding still for a moment, my body beginning to  glow in some inner place, previously unbeknownst to me. My fingernails  dug into his biceps as he began to thrust into me, slowly, gently, each  pump driving a cry from my mouth as he filled me entirely with his  hardness, lighting up parts of my deepest self that I'd never even felt  before.

My nerves were sparking like fireworks, my face turning to a fan of  flames as heat coursed through me with each stroke, my eyes popping open  to meet his. My hips automatically began to work with him, rising and  falling to meet his pumps, my pussy gushing around him as he drove  deeper and faster into me.

Suddenly, he pushed one arm underneath me, raising my lower back, and  with his next stroke I felt him hit some tender button inside me, some  field of untapped energy, my mind sparking with electricity as he  pressed hard into it. My nails dug into his flesh, my free hand now  coming to his lower back and pulling him in, my body only knowing that  it wanted more of what he was giving me.

My legs clenched tight around his waist as he thrust into me, each time  pounding into that same spot, a hot air balloon of pressure rising in my  stomach once more as my eyes closed and my mouth opened in a soundless  cry, muscles dancing up and down with ecstasy. He began to fuck me  harder, no longer holding back, his massive cock driving into my body  almost violently, his hips working at a breakneck pace, his breathing  growing labored.

Turning my head to the side, I could see his fingers clenching the  covers, feel his body on top of me tense and begin to shake. That  balloon of pressure was rising inside me, rising, quickly, too quickly,  my eyes clenched shut, my toes wiggled frantically, my grip on his bicep  almost painful, lights dancing before my eyes as my body relented,  surrendered to him, melting into a soft puddle of shimmering pleasure,  my second climax making me feel like I was levitating off the bed,  entering an intoxicating dream world, my pussy milking his cock as he  thrust it once more into me with a shudder.

I barely registered the bursts of cum that spouted from his cock,  massaging my pussy walls as they clenched around him, my body tingling  all over as I collapsed in an exhausted puddle underneath him, feeling  him pulse inside me with each burst of hot cum, filling me entirely  until he finally slid out with a wet plop, his cock trailing gooey white  cum down my thighs.

Jeremy, fuck you, I thought, lazily, almost giddily, my body now freed  of the last thing he held over me, another man's cum dripping from my  gushing slit, my entire being a singular pillar of dizzy bliss and  ecstasy. Reign slid onto the bed beside me, our bodies too overheated to  even touch, both spent and panting beside each other.

"Thank you," I murmured through closed eyes. He turned to me, opened one eye in a slit, chuckled.

"Sure, anytime, beautiful. Holy shit," he said, letting all his breath  out in a rush and shaking his head. "I can't remember the last time I  came like that."         

     



 

"Really?" I said, lifting my head in bafflement. Surely he had girls by  the dozen lining up to experience a taste of that amazing cock.

"You're something else, that's all I have to say," he said, and I  detected something strange in his voice, almost wistful. I turned onto  my side, looking at his profile. My eyes fell on a tattoo on his bicep, a  Celtic cross that wound around a supplicating angel. I brought one  finger to it, tracing it gently, and felt his skin react to my touch. He  turned to me once more, no longer smiling, his eyes fixing on my face  like I was the finish line of a race.

"Can I stay for a while?" he asked. He sounded embarrassed, like that  wasn't something he usually did. I nodded. He turned on his side. I  thought, briefly, that my little belly was probably in an unattractive  roll. But the way he was looking at me I knew it didn't matter a single  bit. He stroked my cheek.

"Something else, indeed," he said.





7





"And … I mean, you don't feel bad? Being a one-percenter, or whatever?  Doing criminal stuff all the time?" We were still lying in bed, had been  for hours, minutes dripping away as we talked about everything and  nothing at once. He had been telling me about the Black Smokes, his  club, apparently trusting me enough  –  or at least not threatened by me  enough  –  to let me in on some of the grittier details of their  operation.

"Well, I don't know, you gotta look out for your own. I don't like doing  bad things, but if someone's gonna do something bad to you and yours,  well … better to beat them to the punch, I guess. We aren't such bad guys,  we aren't out there feeding drugs to kids. Hell, we take care of drug  dealers, you know? Rip ‘em off, keep ‘em from getting people hooked, I  see it as being Robin Hood," Reign said, eyes half-lidded. I was  surprised he was being so open. I guess I wasn't much of a threat.

"Well, Kant would have a lot to say about that," I said with a laugh. Reign looked at me puzzled.

"Can't would? Yeah, I guess, if you aren't in the life you don't have much of a right to say anything … "

"No, no, not ‘can't'. Kant. Like, Immanuel Kant. He was a philosopher," I  said, trying to hide my amusement. Reign looked slightly offended.

"Got no use for philosophers, big talkers. None of his damn business, if  you ask me," he said, seeming upset to be told something he didn't  know. I got the impression that Reign wasn't used to "chicks" who knew  more than him about any subject except lipstick shades.

"Well, I guess that's true," I said, conceding that it really wasn't any  of the long-dead German's business what a modern-day biker dude's  personal philosophy was.

"What about the cops around here, though?" I asked, thinking about  Jeremy, his cop friends, the way they seemed to rule every aspect of my  life. It'd been no less than a miracle that I'd snapped and taken the  money and run when I'd been too afraid to even tell anyone about  Jeremy's nasty habit of speaking with his fists. Reign scoffed.

"We own the cops in this town. Shit, they love us. We keep the drugs out  of town, we bring money in. Someone tries to come in here and start  messin' around, we take care of ‘em. This is the wild West, sweetheart.  Vigilante justice is our bag," he said, a confident smile coming over  his face. He was bragging, like he was trying to impress me.