saying those things to me. “And you’ll be my man?” I can’t help but ask, to hope.
“I’ll be your ol’ man. In club life, that means we’ve chosen one another, for life. We’re like penguins, babe. When we find the right woman, we’re one and done.”
I can’t help but giggle. “You know you’ll have to get a penguin tattoo now amidst all those skulls and what not you have decorating your skin.”
He cracks a grin, the smug one that makes me fall a little harder for him each time he offers it up. “Gem, I’ll get whatever tattoo you want me to. As long as you wear my patch, sayin’ you’re mine.”
“A penguin with a diamond on her belly.”
He wraps me tightly in his strong arms, making me feel safer than ever before. He releases a quiet chuckle, gazing at me, his hazel irises shining with so much emotion. “Anything, baby, just say you’re my ol’ lady. I need to fuckin’ hear it.”
“All right, Prez,” I whisper huskily, running my hands over his firm pecs. “I’ll be your ol’ lady.”
He pushes me backward onto the desk, spreading my legs apart. He shoves anything around us onto the floor, hovering his warm, heavy body over mine. He reminds me of a powerful beast, ready to mount his prey. “Keep callin’ me prez, Alice. In fact, I wanna hear you fucking scream it. Every motherfucker in this place will know you’ve been claimed.”
I can’t help the wide smile I beam, as he throws my legs over his shoulders and dives in. He shoves my skirt up to my waist, gliding his hands over the inside of my thighs until he gets to my panties. He pushes them to the side, making room for his fingers and tongue. Ripper is insatiable when it comes to pleasing me, a fate I’m fortunate to have.
His tongue rains its delicious assault on me until I’m whimpering and my legs are shaking. One orgasm isn’t enough, it seems. He’s on a mission to make me have multiples. “Please!” I’m not above begging as my thighs quiver. He knows exactly how to touch me, whether it be with his tongue, his hands, or his cock. They all have me thanking God for bringing him into my life unexpectedly.
“Please, what?” he growls, his chest vibrating against my tender breasts.
“Please, Prez,” I gasp as he sucks my clit wildly. My hands flail, clawing at whatever they come in contact with. “I-I want your cock inside me!” I shout. He’s brought out my confidence when I’m with him like this, and he loves it when I tell him what I want him to do to me.
He pulls back to put enough space between us so he can unzip his jeans. He licks his lips that are shiny with my juices and pops his pants button. He gives them a shove off his hips and his cock springs out, ready to play. He leans in, dragging his tongue up the inside of my calf, humming in pleasure as he goes. The tip of his cock rests right at my entrance but he doesn’t move to push inside anymore, the sensation driving me crazy. I want him to pound inside me so badly I could just scream and pound my fists. He told me to call him prez, and I did, but it didn’t work like I’d hoped.
Ripper turns his head, licking up the inside of my other calf, making me squirm. His hips barely rock, just enough to tease my opening and let me feel the wetness on the tip of his cock. He wants me just as badly—the precum tells me as much. I lose my patience, huffing, “I want your cock, Prez. What do I have to do to get you to fuck me like you mean it?’
He responds with a growl, his lustful gaze meeting mine. “You want my cock?’ His voice comes out gravelly and low. He’s as turned on as I am, if not more.
“Yes. God, yes,” I sigh.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “My cock is for my ol’ lady,” he taunts, and it’s my breaking point.
I let out a frustrated scream. “I am your ol’ lady, now fuck me!”
“Damn right, you are.” He slams inside me so hard it brings tears to my eyes. “You better hold on, Gem, cause I’mma fuck this cunt so hard you never forget who the fuck you belong to, who your ol’ man is.” He pounds into me ruthlessly,