Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,20
mouth, angel. All your holes belong to me now, so get used to it. It won’t always be easy.”
His balls tighten, I feel them move on the flesh of my face and his cock grows inside my throat. The head is as hard as a baseball and probably as big by now, and when I hear his groan, the base of his cock pulses and I taste the first spray of his release over my tongue.
“That’s the taste of pleasing your man, angel. Never forget…” He grunts out before a string of swear words fill my ears.
His hand replaces mine between my legs and he shoves a finger in deep, driving me in a second to my own climax as I gulp down his salty gift and feel the pinch on my clit and my nipple at the same time, making stars dance in my eyes as my body starts to feel like it no longer belongs to me.
Because it doesn’t.
I’m covered in spit and cum, barely able to remember my own name, when Hammer scoops me up and flips me around. My ass is nearly dangling off the edge of the bed and he shoves my knees wide.
“Open that pretty pussy for me. You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you? You want this cock deep inside. You’re so wet, so ready.”
“Yes.” I manage through uneven breaths. My climax is still vibrating through me, but it’s not enough. I don’t know if it will ever be enough with him. “I’m ready.”
“Of course you are,” he grunts, and I moan, moving my hips as much as I can, trying to connect with the head of his cock which has not yielded one bit of its hardness from his own climax.
I’m shameless, close to begging, when he leans down, bending at the waist, and I feel his hot breath on my sex.
“Hold your knees. Spread wide. I want to see it all, up close, before I fuck you into tomorrow.”
“God,” I whimper as he bites into my inner thigh, a jolt of pain blinding me, then suddenly his mouth is on my clit. His tongue is doing those magical things it does, and I’m chanting his name and grinding myself against him.
The familiar ache is growing, the need taking over, but he pulls his mouth from me and I bite back my disappointed groan.
“Not yet.” He stands. I’m panting, nearly sobbing, when he raises a hand and brings it down in a wet smack between my open legs. “This pussy waits for instruction. You be sure to ask before you cum, you understand?”
I don’t, but I nod anyway. How am I going to ask first? I’m practically an orgasm machine with him. I’ll be asking every five seconds. But even so, the fact that he’s telling me I need his approval to cum only makes me closer to cumming.
The irony is dizzying, but I have bigger worries.
How is he going to fit that beast inside of me?
I’m trembling as he centers himself between my spread legs. I want him filling me so bad I don’t care how much it hurts.
My insides tighten, release, tighten again, willing him to be inside me. It’s like a primal hunger that has exploded all around me.
His hands grip my hips and I try to take a deep breath, but before I can it’s driven from my lungs as Hammer rams every inch of himself down to his balls and it sends me into orbit again.
“You didn’t ask,” he seethes. “Now I have to punish you.”
I don’t care. All I know is I need this. His overwhelming thickness gives me what I’ve needed, probably since he took that first picture of me at the courthouse.
Why did I push him away for so long?
I could have been enjoying this, instead of questioning, wondering, over thinking…
He pummels me like a rag doll, banging my cervix until I’m nearly sobbing, but I don’t want it to stop.
I never want it to stop.
In fact, my focus becomes his pleasure. It brings me a joy I didn’t understand before now. The look of need and lust on his face. The near pain I see in his eyes.
Oh God, please, this is what I’ve needed. How did I live without this? It’s like air. Water. Food. It’s all the things that keep us alive, only more precious. More necessary.
Hammer leans down, locking his elbows on clenched fists next to my shoulders as his hips piston in and out, and I have to release