Asphalt's mouth licked, nipped, and fucked my pussy for the longest minutes of my life. When he found my clit and sucked it, I rolled my hips forward, surrendering to the urge to throw myself into him.
This was giving everything up, and holy shit did it feel right.
He introduced me to a dozen feelings I didn't know a woman could have. My clit throbbed against his broad tongue strokes, circles quickening in around it. He honed my pleasure, slipping two stiff fingers in below the spot where his mouth made me delirious.
His fingers fucked my pussy while his tongue took me higher, higher, straight up into a wide yawning sky until I couldn't climb an inch more.
“Asphalt! Oh, God, if you keep doing that, you're going to make me –“
He doubled his speed. The last word lodged in my throat, as my eyes filled with stars.
Come, woman. Come like you fucking mean it.
I could hear him say it without him actually saying a word. And I did.
Sweet merciful God, I came.
All the shame and doubt died in a second of blinding white tension building in my hips, feeding the fireball he'd fanned in my womb.
Now, it exploded outward. The lightning that bound us together zipped through me in a huge wave, exploding out the center and mastering everything to my fingertips and the ends of my toes.
I came so hard I thought I died.
He growled the whole way through it, pistoning his fingers in my virgin pussy like he owned me, and I suppose he finally did. His mouth sucked harder, his tongue went so fast it made me dizzy, strumming my clit in mad, devilish whirls.
I crashed over the edge again and again, trying to scream his name. Each time, nothing but breathless pleasure rasped out my lips. The sheets pulled in my hands so hard I thought they'd rip.
He did it hard, soft, and everything in between, more than any man ought to be able to do with nothing except his fingers and hands. This pleasure softened me, soothed my body and soul, opening me to the inevitable bliss he promised next.
“My. Fuck. Just...fuck.” I didn't notice I was mumbling incoherently until he sat up, wiped his mouth, and stroked my cheek with his hand.
“You're off to a good start, babe. I'll have you swearing like a fucking sailor by the time we're through. You think you're finally ready for this?”
He shifted between my legs, running the thick bulge in his jeans against my bare slit.
Impossible pleasure hummed through me, reigniting my desire. I thought it'd be impossible so soon after what he'd just done to me. But I looked up, stared into his green eyes, now alive and sharp as a wolf's with raw lust.
“You know I am, baby,” I whispered, running my hand over his cheek. He drew his fingers closer to my lips, and I smelled my scent on him.
“Make me believe it, girl. You lick this shit I did to you clean. Show me you understand how wet that sweet cunt gets for me, how wet I fucking make it.”
The two fingers he'd used to fuck me numb pushed into my mouth. For a second, I hesitated, but then I took them like a whore, blushing as I sucked them as deep as I could, running my tongue up and down his fingers, tasting my explosion.
Good practice for working on a much more sensitive part of him later. Sexy as hell too, and it made me far hornier than I had any business being just for taking a man's fingers into my mouth.
But he wasn't just any man, was he?
Husband. Old man. Lover. Inquisitor. Bastard.
I ran my tongue across his skin like I loved every part of him. In truth, I was starting to, and I finally began to understand why he had so many wild contrasts wrapped up in the same rock hard man with the ruthless tattoos.
My fingers ripped at his shirt. With a smug grin, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and rolled his shoulders, then took off his cut. The soft black Grizzlies MC shirt underneath it rolled up over his head, exposing the crazy broad canvass of pure muscle and pitch black ink he called a chest.
My hands roamed his flesh, and for a few glorious seconds, he let me. I touched everything. The lightning, the thorns, the bear stamped forever in his chest, its mouth open in a roar threatening to tear the hell out of anyone who crossed him and his club.
These men were dangerous. I'd known it from the first day I was old enough to realize my father was leading an outlaw pack. I'd been warned away from it, nudged away from the men my screwed up brain craved, and it had all come crashing down like it inevitably needed to.
Tonight, I'd gone to bed with a bastard. My pussy tingled, soaked itself on the evil taboo I'd tried to run away from. It pulsed harder as I embraced my destiny, the only one that seemed right since the night I'd put my lips on his so many years ago.
“Fuck me, Asphalt. Take what you've wanted for so long.” My voice shook as I said the words, spreading my legs. I wasn't sure if I could take one more second without having him inside me.