Damon:A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel(62)

     



 

And judging by the way my body responded to his proximity, the  fluttering feeling in my stomach, the tingling in my pussy, I knew that I  was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me  –  my body wasn't going  to give me much of a choice.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. His eyes met  mine, his smile gleaming in the moonlight, a half-grin that made my  heart race. I felt his fingers gently reach out and brush against mine.  The slightest contact was enough to make my breathing speed up.

"Well, I've always been partial to watching beautiful women enjoy  themselves," he said, his fingers now tip-toeing across my back, then  coming to rest on my waist, his arm pulling me closer to him. "That's  pretty damn close, for me."

He'd pulled me all the way into him, our bodies pressed together under  the night sky, his eyes boring into mine. My face was lifted up to his,  my lids half-closed, hypnotized by his voice, his words, his eyes. My  body was overheating, a fire that threatened to engulf me.

"Yeah?" was all I could manage to say, and I could barely even whisper  it. But we didn't need words anymore; Reign leaned down, his lips  meeting mine softly, sweetly, my tongue slipping into his mouth and  meeting his in a gentle swirl.

My eyes closed entirely as his hand around me pressed harder, as though  we could melt into each other. And I did feel like I was melting as he  kissed me; first gentle, then pressing harder and harder until we were  on the brink of tearing into each other, our tongues dancing in a  frenzy. I wanted to drink him, to feel him entering me everywhere, the  smell of him in my nostrils an aphrodisiac of the highest order.

He broke away from my mouth, eliciting a groan from me, and began to  kiss along my jawline and down my neck, his hands running up and down my  sides and causing my stomach to flip over and over again. His breathe  against my neck was warm and welcome, and his lips, though cracked,  where like fiery brands against my flesh, marking me as his.

His hands settled on the bottom of my shirt and began to yank it  upwards; instinctively, I tried to stop him, still embarrassed about my  figure even though he'd already seen all of me  –  and approved of it  heartily. He easily thwarted my attempts to remain clothed and my shirt  soon lay on the sand, quickly joined by my bra.

My breasts tingled, felt heavy, as the cold night air blew across them.  Moving in front of me and pulling me towards him, Reign pushed his knee  between my thighs, parting them slightly as his lips continued to  explore my neck, moving from one ear to the other in a torturously slow  crescendo of power.

My nipples, now erect, pressed against the leather of his jacket, the  sensation strangely satisfying. He pushed his knee upwards and I gasped  as I felt it hit my now-wet pussy, causing my hips to automatically roll  forwards, my clit pressed against the crease in my jeans as I pressed  myself against his knee. My hands fell to the belt loops on his jeans,  pulling him further toward me, my slit begging for him as he teased my  clit, rubbing his knee slowly back and forth between my legs.

I felt him pushing me back farther against the bike, until I was almost  pinned between him and the seat. I worried about the bike toppling over  from our weight, but had no room in my fevered brain to worry about it  for too long. I was too distracted as Reign's lips moved steadily  downward, towards my large, full breasts, which begged for attention.

His tongue gently traced a path down my collarbone before he glanced up  at me, his eyes deep and sexy, and let his tongue flick over my hard  nipple. I moaned and clutched his head as my body gave in to the  sensation, his mouth teasing my nipples one at a time, first flicking  one then the other, sucking and nibbling on the tender buds until I  thought I would die from the sensation. My pussy was fully awake now and  dripping, my hunger for him growing with each passing second as he  pressed his knee against my sex, making my hips move on their own  against him.

Finally, he lifted his head and moved away from me slightly, leaving me  dizzy and panting. I tried to pull him towards me once more, the weight  of his body against mine the only thing in the world that I wanted. But  he resisted, his fingers now finding the button of my jeans and popping  it open, his hand slipping down my pants so quickly I couldn't protest;  with no panties between me and my jeans, he easily found my swollen  clit, and I cried out as he rubbed it, the slickness from my slit a  perfect lubricant.

"Oh, fuck, Reign," I moaned as his hand turned, his thumb now coming to  my clit while his fingers found my pussy and pressed into it slowly,  making my thighs clench in pleasure, the sensation only a tease compared  to what I knew his cock could do to me. I closed my eyes and leaned  backwards against the bike as his thumb made slow circles around my  clit, which jumped and throbbed with each swirl, my heart pounding away  as my body flushed with warmth. His fingers gently probed my slit,  pressing against my pussy walls, as though seeking something.         

     



 

When I opened my eyes again, barely able to focus on anything but the  pleasure building inside me, his was staring at me with intent, his look  only driving me to new heights, his gaze soft and intimate but  demanding at the same time. His fingers curled inside me and I cried out  once more as a brand-new sensation plunged through me, sparking up and  down my spine.

His thumb sped up its attentions to my clit, now circling it and then  flicking upwards over it as his fingers pulsed inside me. I felt a  constricting feeling in my chest, a pressure in my tummy, as he leaned  forward once more and covered my lips with his, my tongue now desperate  for his as the sensation inside me rose and rose.

His fingers pressed harder and harder into me, my pussy flowing with  juices as he rolled his thumb over my clit, my ears ringing and heart  pounding as the pressure built and built inside me until I couldn't take  it anymore, I thought I was going to break in half from need. Pulling  away from the kiss, I could only squirm and squeal underneath him as he  pressed his body against mine, his fingers never stopping.

"Fuck, Reign, I'm c-c … I'm comminggggg," I moaned as the wave broke  inside me, his fingers pressing once more against that place inside me,  my clit suddenly seeming to vibrate with delicious release as my muscles  tore apart in pleasure, my pussy dripping and clenching around his  fingers as he held them deep inside me, feeling me come for him, my body  bucking and hips rolling, legs threatening to buckle. He covered my  mouth with his once more and he nipped at my lower lip as I began to  come down, the slightest pain only adding to my reverberating pleasure.

"Just like that," he whispered, pulling his now-dripping fingers from my  pussy and touching them to my lips; thoughtlessly, mindless but for  pleasure, I wrapped my tongue around them, tasting my own juices from  his fingers, intoxicated by the sensations that were now fading away  slowly, leaving only more hunger in their place.

I wasn't going to be happy with just his fingers. Not that night. I  clutched him to me once more, then pulled at his leather jacket,  undressing him savagely, like a wild animal, until he stood before me,  shirtless, his muscles clearly outlined in the moonlight.

He just looked so delicious … .I leaned forward, letting my mouth find his  chest, gently tasting his flesh, the slight sharpness of sweat against  my tongue. My hand fell to his jeans, and I could feel his hardness  against his zipper, his manhood straining against the fabric. I rubbed  it gently, the mere thought of it making my body alight once more with  desire.

"You don't have to repay the favour," he said, looking down on me with a  hint of a smile as my mouth moved downwards, following the tight line  of his abs.

"But I want to," I said, looking up at him, dropping to my knees as my  mouth continued its downward path. I could feel the heat baking off his  body against my flushed face. My hands struggled with his belt, shaking  and confused with desire.

I wanted his cock in my mouth; I wanted to taste him all the way down my  throat, to feel his hardness throbbing inside me. I wanted him in a way  that I'd never wanted any other man, not even Jeremy in the beginning.  It was like I was under some sort of spell, and the only thing that  could break it was his cock against my tongue. I finally managed to undo  his belt and yanked his pants down, his enormous cock popping out  almost violently. My hands braced against his strong thighs as I  rethought my plan; he was just so big, I was afraid to try and take him …

A shiny dot of precum stood out on the swollen head, and I leaned  forward, licking it tentatively, tasting him flow down my throat as I  circled the rim slowly. My hand held the base as I sucked at the head,  preparing myself for more; I let my tongue run up and down the length of  the shaft, first the underside and then the sides, feeling him throb in  my fist, his hands burying themselves in my hair.