Wed to the Bad Boy(119)

When I was done and she was cumming on my cock still inside of her, I looked into her eyes. “Now let’s get you cleaned up so that I can have you nice and slow.”

I let her down and grabbed the soap. “I want you clean so that the only thing I taste is you. All of you.”

“You always do this to me. I can’t, I can’t say no to you, no matter how hard I try.”

“It’s a part of my evil plot to always get my way.” I said.

“Well, you can keep trying, but it isn’t going to work.”

It already had.

I wrapped her up in a towel and walked her back toward my room in the clubhouse. I kept it there, for me, even though I never slept there. It was a point of pride. I was the Vice President, and I got a room. No prospect or wayward member could do anything about it no matter how many had to bunk up together.

“Get your cute little ass in my room so I can hurry up and get a taste of you.” I was hungry for her. It didn’t matter that we just fucked, I wanted her again. My cock was already hard, thick and pounding with want, even as I walked bare assed toward my room.

Luckily no one saw us and I was able to sweep her into my room in just a few large steps. It had me grinning like a wolf.

“Fuck. You have any idea how hot you are with that shitty ass towel wrapped around you?” It was clean, but it was barely more than a rag, frayed at the edges as it wrapped around her curvy body. The place where it met just barely touched, so that each time she moved I caught a little peek of her well-trimmed pussy.

“Lay on my bed, baby girl. Let me have just a taste of you.” I knew a taste wasn’t going to be enough, but if I could convince her that it was all I wanted, she might give in.

She was smarter than that, though.

“I dunno, Cullen. Do you think you’ve earned it?” She wanted to play cat and mouse, but I didn’t have time for that shit. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.

So I grabbed her and threw her down onto the bed and grinned, making my way toward her. “If you won’t give it to me, I’ll just have to take it,” I growled.

“Fuck, you think you can just bulldoze me and I’ll give in?” The war was back on and she knew it, but not the kind she could win.

I kissed her instead of answering her, and she moaned into my lips, her protests dying down.

“You better make it damn good, Cull.” It was all I needed to hear.

I slipped two fingers inside of her. She was wet as fuck, and she wanted me. I could feel how hot she was for me, and I pumped my fingers in and out of her, making her moan.

Fuck. She felt good. I wanted to bury my cock inside of her again and give her exactly what we both needed, but I needed to slow down.

I needed to cherish this time with her.

“This pussy is mine, and mine alone,” I said as I filled her with another finger. “It’s mine.”

My pinky was right against her ass, covered in her juices, and perched right up against that little hole. “So is your ass. My pussy. My ass.”

She nodded, looking at me, and for the first time, I did something she wasn’t expecting.

I slid my pinky into her asshole, and made her moan louder than I’d ever heard before.

Anyone who was in the club would know exactly what was going on. But I didn’t care. Hell, it turned me the fuck on.

Let them know that I was claiming my woman. That she was mine. All. Mine.

So I started working my fingers in both of her holes, pumping slowly at first until she was used to it, then I bent down and started licking the fuck out of her clit, lapping at it while I worked her over.

Fuck, she looked like a little wildcat, her fists balled up on my comforter as she screamed and moaned, her panting ragged and shallow in between.

It was fucking hot, watching her like that.

So I kept going, until she was at the very edge of her orgasm, her body shaking, her eyes moving quickly under her lids.

It was so damn cute, I couldn’t help but moan into her as I watched it, the little bit of vibration from my voice sending her over the edge.

She bucked into my face, moaning as she shook, her body wild as her cries turned into mewling. It was then that she said those words that drove me crazy.

“Fuck me, Cullen. Please. I need you. Fuck me.”

When I pulled up from her she was bucking at the air, her little pussy still so full of wanting that she was trying to fuck nothing, as if I would magically appear there inside of her.

I grabbed her and pulled her up, laying down so that she could crawl over me.

“If you want me to fuck you so bad, then get on and ride me, Lala.” I grinned at her, and she did just that.

“No fair.” She crawled on me and grabbed my hot cock with her hand, pumping it a couple of times before positioning herself over me.