Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,39
so that my cock was cradled in the apex of her thighs, the hunger I’d been holding back rushed to the surface.
Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers and levered up on one elbow so that I could grab the hem of the shirt and drag it up and over her head. When she realized what I was doing, she immediately helped wiggle out of it. My eyes devoured every inch of her pale, silky skin, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting it. My hands outlined the circle of her big tits, and I pushed them up before wrapping my lips around one sensitive, swollen tip. Harlowe moaned, and her hips bucked, her hands caressing my shoulders and back. She was driving me out of my fucking mind, and I was dying to be inside her.
Somewhere in my brain was the reminder that we should talk before I popped her cherry and made her mine. But that part was buried beneath the overwhelming need to claim her. I used my teeth to scrape her nipple and my tongue to soothe the bite. Then switched to her other round globe to give it equal treatment. When I’d had my fill—for now—of her tits, I scooted down, leaving a trail of burning kisses in my wake. I stopped at her stomach and licked a circle around her cute little belly button. My gaze locked onto her smooth, flat belly, and I was suddenly slammed in the face by a desire I never thought I would feel.
When I was young, I never really considered my future or having a family. Then my life turned upside down in the space of a day, and I found myself a single dad at nineteen. I never regretted having Larissa in my life, not for one fucking second. But between raising my baby girl alone, climbing the ranks in the club, and working to gain my degree online, I hadn’t had time for any other relationship. As I got older, I found I was content with my life and family. Not that I would turn away a relationship if the right woman came along, but I was nearing forty and I’d done the dad thing. I didn’t foresee ever wanting to have more kids.
So it came as a complete shock to me when I had the undeniable urge to mark Harlowe’s unprotected womb with my seed. I craved seeing her stomach round and swollen with my child. My dick started leaking at the thought. Well, shit. There was no going back now.
A tide of passion raged through me and pulled me under. I swiftly removed my boxer briefs and shucked them off the bed. Then I spread her legs and settled between them, my eyes glued to her pink, glistening pussy. I licked up her slit and grunted, “You taste so fucking delicious.” I dived right in, devouring her and drinking down her juices. I slipped a finger inside her taut hole. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” I rasped. “Gotta make sure you can take my big cock in this sweet virgin pussy.” I worked at stretching her until I was able to put in a second finger, and then a third. I quickly drove her over the edge, and she cried out with her release, her inner muscles clamping down on my digits and pulsing with every wave of her orgasm.
Come oozed out of the swollen tip of my dick, practically weeping to be inside her ripe little body. While she was still riding out her climax, I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean, groaning at the taste of honey and woman. I coasted up until I was dwarfing her with my big body and my cock was nestled in her soaking wet heat. “Look at me, angel,” I commanded gruffly. Harlowe slowly lifted her heavy lids and her hazel eyes were cloudy, drugged with passion. She had a satisfied expression on her face, but there was also a restlessness, her body still craving completion. “I’m gonna pop your cherry, angel. Then you’ll be mine and only mine. Do you understand?” Harlowe’s eyes glowed with happiness as she nodded and her puffy, kiss-swollen lips curved up into a smile.
Her immediate acceptance set off a primal reaction, and my lips covered hers hungrily as my pelvis rocked into her. She was so wet it coated my dick so it slid easily through her folds and would make it easier to breach her untouched