The Skulls(41)

He fucked her hard against the bed wanting more. Leaving her warmth, he turned her onto her knees and brought her ass up in the air. He eased into her hot cunt, watching her take all of him without any pain.

She was always ready and waiting for him. He was addicted to her tight heat.

“Lash, um, more,” she said.

Staring down at the puckered entrance of her ass, Lash knew he was going to claim that. He’d been waiting patiently, and he was running out of patience. Leaning over the bed, he grabbed the tube of lube.

Working plenty onto his fingers he pressed them to her ass. Sliding in two fingers, he fucked her pussy at the same time as working her ass to open to him.

Angel moaned, pressing back on him.

“That’s it, baby, ride my cock and hands. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”

Stretching her tight ass open, Lash applied more lubrication to his shaft. He left her cunt and pressed the tip to where his fingers had just been. Lash watched himself disappear inside her ass an inch at a time.

“Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Yes.” She moaned again, and he chuckled.

Gripping her hips, Lash sank to the hilt inside her ass. He stayed still giving her time to adjust to his cock in her ass. She was tighter than he’d imagined she would be.

“Are you ready for me to move?”

“Yes.”

He eased out of her ass and slowly glided back inside her. His movements were slow, and he didn’t rush. Part of anal sex was taking the time to enjoy it. Lash was hit square in the face by the knowledge he was all of Angel’s firsts. He was the first guy to kiss her, to suck her pussy, and to fuck her. He’d claimed her mouth, ass, and cunt.

Yep, Angel was now his woman. He didn’t find the revelation boring. In fact, he wanted to do everything with her over and over again.

Sliding deep inside her Lash closed his eyes letting himself absorb every single sensation. Her ass tightened around him in a little flutter. Biting on his lip he waited for her to calm down before moving again.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore he changed positions.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, taking her to the side with her back to him. His cock remained deep in her ass as he settled behind her. Gripping her cunt with one hand and her breast with another, Lash slammed his lips down on hers. He rode her body while holding onto her.

She was perfect for him. He was never afraid of hurting her. Angel took everything he gave her without complaint.

“Tell me you want it,” he said, breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes.

“What?”

“Tell me you want me to come in your ass.”

Her cheeks got even deeper in colour with his words.

“Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

She nibbled her lip. He pinched the bud of her clit and watched her squirm with pleasure.

“Say it.”

“Come in my ass, Lash. Claim me.”

He held her tight against him, took her lips, and brought her to orgasm in his arms. Only when she’d come did he allow himself the release of an orgasm.

Lash spilled his release inside her. His head thumped from the pounding of his blood. He tightened his grip around her holding her close. Kissing her head, neck, and lips, Lash knew he was never going to let her go.

“You’re my woman, Angel. You’ll never leave my side or my bed. You’re mine.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything. They lay on the bed. The only sound to be heard was their uneven breathing.

“You’ve just fucked my ass,” she said.

“And I’ll be taking it again. You better get used to it, baby. I’m not giving you up,” he kissed her lips staring down into her green eyes. “What?” he asked, seeing her need to speak.

“Will you be giving up the other women? The ones at the club who are easy and want you?”

He saw the jealousy in her eyes. Lash wasn’t annoyed. He was fucking happy to see the jealousy shining in her eyes.

“Baby, I’ve not had any of those women in over a year. You’re my one and only woman.”

“Promise.”

“It’s a lifetime guarantee.”

Lash kissed her once more and then untangled himself from her body. He picked her up in his arms. She protested, and he ignored her. He carried her through to the bathroom. Turning on the shower he waited for the water to get warm before tugging her inside with him.

“You’re always so bossy,” she said.

“It’s a biker trait.”

She rolled her eyes, letting him wash her body. “I feel like a doll.”

“You know there are women out there who’d love a man to do shit like this. I made a mess, and I’m washing you. Stop moaning.” He slapped her ass loving the sound of her squeal.