Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,13
grip her knees, spreading her, and my eyes feast on the dark crotch of her red panties, decorated with what looks like miniature glow in the dark ghosts wearing red bow ties.
The room is just dark enough that the little spooks give off that greenish-white glow, and as turned on as I am, I love that under all her armor and seriousness, she’s fucking wearing glow in the dark ghost underwear.
The more I get to know her, the more fascinating she is, and it only serves to solidify in my mind that this is way more than some one-note sexual attraction.
But, right now, my brain and my cock are hell bent on getting a taste of her, so I bury my face into the wet fabric and draw a deep breath of her scent.
It roars through me, harder this time than when I kissed her pussy glossed lips. I know from this moment forward, she’ll be with me always. I’ll smell her on a breeze, in my dreams, when I need to be strong for us…she will always be there.
I slip the red cotton down her legs and settle on my knees before this goddess. I take one last look up into her face. She’s watching me, her mouth open, golden brown eyes on fire, saying yes, please, god yes, hurry and I have every intention of giving her what she wants.
I bring my hand up to her hips, jerking her down a few inches as she releases a small scream of surprise at the hard motion, but I’ve got her in the perfect position for what’s next.
Her scream immediately shifts to a moan and I watch her face as my mouth engulfs her pussy. Her head falls back and the taste and scent of her arousal punches me in the gut, making stars dance in font of my eyes, and I want to feast here forever.
I eat her until she’s shaking and I swallow everything she offers. With my mouth attacking her clit, her fingers twine in my hair, pulling, gripping, until her orgasm takes her hard and she’s a screaming, quivering mess—and I love every moment.
Her delicious release fills my mouth, but I want more. I center my lips on her swollen, sensitive clit.
“No, wait—” She’s whimpering, pushing my head back. “Just…Jesus, I need a second, it’s too much…”
I ease up, lapping at her slowly, then bring a finger down and slide it inside.
“Fuck, you’re on fire.” I mumble into her perfect pink softness and shift my lips. Kissing her inner thighs as they quiver, pumping my finger in and out faster until I see her eyes flutter back and I plant my mouth on her again.
She goes off almost immediately, more violently this time. Her screams shake the small room, her body twisting and bucking as I ride out the motions, driving her climax higher and harder until her thighs grip my face and I look up to see her fall back against the wall, panting.
“Damn,” I hear her mutter as she tries to get control of her head. Her eyes are glazed as I get to my feet, and the way she’s looking at me, a voice in my head is saying something I’ve never felt before.
I love her.
What the fuck? I barely know her. She has some magic pussy potion that’s put a spell on me or some shit.
I’ve heard of guys getting whacked when they hit that just-right pussy, and they are never the same. I didn’t believe that, but the way I’m feeling right now I’ve either had a stroke or she’s using some voodoo on me, because I’m seeing fucking rainbows and unicorns and picket fences and a mini-van.
Her hands dart out to grab my vest and she tugs me into her. Our bodies connect at the same time as our lips and she’s a needy girl, kissing me hard as I give it back to her in spades.
That’s something else: I’ve never liked kissing before. In fact, I always avoided it, being called some pretty choice names in the process.
But Robin? Jesus, I could kiss her forever. Her tongue feels perfect twining with mine. Her lips are soft, just open enough, and it’s like we’ve been choreographing this dance for centuries.
I pull back for a breath, but more because I miss looking at her face. When I do, there’s something in her eyes. It’s lust, but it’s more.
Her hands drift down to my belt and there is a mischievous grin that