I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)(26)

He ran his tongue through the seam of my sex, and I moaned, reaching forward to grab the pillow that was at the top of the bed.

The minute I had it in my hand, I buried my face into it, wondering if I was too loud and if someone would hear.

But then he licked me again, and I felt the rasp of his beard on the inside of my thighs, and I forgot everything but what I was feeling.

The experience of him licking my most private place was almost surreal.

I couldn't believe this big, broad, sexy beast of a man with the most amazing beard I'd ever seen in my life actually wanted me.

ME! The woman who was always second best. The woman who was often cheated on, who was never really wanted by anyone in the first place.

But when he growled into my pussy, pressing his face even deeper into me while he licked me from behind, I realized something.

This man wanted me, really wanted me.

He wanted my pussy.

And I was giving it to him.

I might regret it in the morning, or might not, but for right now-this man was mine.

And I wanted his cock inside of me.

"Inside, please. I need you inside. Your cock."

My words were broken and stilted, but it was because I couldn't figure out how to speak clearly. My brain was mush.

He laughed.

But did he give me what I asked? No. Not exactly.

What he did give me was his fingers along with his mouth.

One hand went to one ass cheek and pulled it, allowing himself more room while the other hand snaked up the outside of my thigh and moved in, one blunt finger trailing along the lips of my sex.

The moment he was poised at my entrance, I shivered in anticipation.

"You want this?"

I nodded, my hair coming loose from my messy bun.

"Yes," I pleaded. "Please."

He pressed that finger to my entrance and breached me. Pressing so slowly inside that I had to fight not to push back against him.

But when I tried to do just that, his hand on my ass tightened and he said, "Don't move. I'm playing."

I wanted to cry out in frustration, but he didn't give me the chance.

Why?

Because he went from teasing me to rapid thrusts in a matter of moments.

No longer were his movements slow and taunting.

Now they were fast, hard, amazing.

It was exactly what I needed.

I opened my mouth and bit the pillow I was holding on to, crying out when his tongue went back to my clit.

I cursed and pushed back despite his orders, and bit the pillow to keep my cries of ecstasy inside. 

He exhaled over my clit, and it was then I realized that he'd shifted so that now his head was now underneath me, and my hips were pulled away slightly from the bed to allow him room.

When had he done that?

Quickly, he recaptured my attention as he sucked my clit softly into his mouth, giving it a tentatively soft lick.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned.

His hand on my ass pushed up slightly, telling me without words that he wanted me to lift said leg.

And when I did, I was rewarded by his fingers sinking deeper inside of me.

Then they curled, tapping against my G-spot, and I lost all rational thoughts as an orgasm suddenly tore through me so freakin' fast that I hadn't even had time to brace.

Stars danced behind my closed eyelids, as wave after wave of elation poured through me.

I grunted as his fingers made one last thrust into me and then collapsed onto the bed, and incidentally onto his face.

It took me a few long seconds to realize what I'd done, but by the time I figured it out he was already wiggling out from under me.

"Oh, God," I moaned, looking at him over my shoulder as he came to a standing position behind me. "I'm so sorry."

His grin was one that clearly said he didn't care that I'd fallen onto his face at the peak of my passion. "Don't worry," he said as he ripped his shirt off over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. "I didn't mind."

I continued to watch him, bringing my knees further up underneath me, and went to sit up onto my shins.

He stopped me with one huge hand on the small of my back. "Stay."

I did, waiting for what he would do next.

And what he did next was enough to send a shiver of fear through my body.

"Holy cow," I breathed as he ripped his pants open, one button at a time, and then shoved them and his underwear down to his knees.

I licked my lips as I got my first good look at his cock, and I wondered if it was possible to take something that large into an orifice so small.

Surely his cock wasn't as big as it seemed.

Something sounded in the yard beyond the trailer, and my eyes widened as I realized what I was hearing.

"Is that your dad?"

An hour or so before when we'd arrived, I was surprised to find that behind the house we'd been in earlier was a trailer. In the driveway. It was right next to where the men parked their bikes when we'd arrived back home.