that leaves me feeling in control of what we’re doing. It makes things easier for me to handle.
He pulls down my pajama pants, followed by my panties as I strip out of my camisole and bra, then goes between my legs. His tongue swipes me, flattening against my clit in a way that has my hips bucking. He continues to lick and finger-fuck me at the same time, his injured arm wrapping around my thighs as he darts his tongue into my pussy.
Fuck, I’m wet as hell and my orgasm is starting to climb with every pass of his tongue. Tingles build deep in my pelvis as he continues to bring me to climax.
When I go over the edge, I do it calling his name. He doesn’t give me chance to come down before he’s pulling a condom from his wallet. He pulls down his jeans, stepping out of them and tugs his tee over his head. I watch as he slides his boxers down his legs, freeing his cock. It’s thick, veiny and hard as a rock. My eyes stay locked on his as he rolls the condom down his shaft, then his gaze comes to me and I see the question in them.
I nod. I want this. I’m scared, but I want him so badly. I let out a shaky breath as he comes down on top of me, his cock nudging at my entrance.
His eyes meet mine as he pushes slowly inside me. For a moment, I feel panic building in my throat. Then it settles and all I can feel is him inside me, full and thick. I want him to move, but he leans down and kisses me before he thrusts his hips.
I throw my head back against the mattress, my fingers clawing at his back as he slides in and then out of me. I feel every ridge of his cock as he moves and my pussy is already starting to tighten around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” His voice sounds strangled as he drags back before slamming back into me. “Look at me,” he commands, and my gaze drifts toward his face.
I watch his eyes, watch his expression as he closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip. He looks beautiful, the contours of his muscles rippling with each movement and my eyes trace over the tattoos covering most of his tanned skin. I let my nails skim over him, wanting to study each one, but my thoughts are locked on the sensations starting to build between my legs again.
He’s such a good-looking man, I can hardly believe what we’re doing. He pistons his hips faster, slamming into me to the root of his cock as he moves. Every inch of my body is starting to tingle with need as my body soars higher.
He slides us onto his back and I straddle his hips. This position is better for both of us. It’s not good for him to put weight on his wrist while it’s healing, and it allows me to take control back, which I desperately need.
I circle my hips and slide down his cock, taking him as deep as I can inside me. My hands press against his chest as he flexes his hips to meet my thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” I moan and explode around his cock, my pussy tightening around him.
He groans and twitches his hips a moment later, spilling into the condom.
As I come down from my orgasm, I sink against his chest, my tits pressing against his bare chest. His fingers sift through my hair as he heaves in breaths, as if he’s run a race.
“Okay?” he asks.
I nod. “You?”
“Fucking perfect, babe.”
18
Whizz
Laying with Amy in my arms is fucking amazing. This woman has quickly become everything to me, and right now, I need to feel her heat, her warmth against me. I knew the club had a rat, but being confronted with the truth was harder to handle than I imagined. I sat at the bar for a good hour, watching Mac, trying to work out if he feels a hint of guilt for selling out his brothers, but he never showed any remorse. He continued serving brothers like he wasn’t a traitorous bastard.
One thing I did notice is he places himself in positions to overhear conversations. Knowing what he is doing and why makes my blood boil, but I have to keep my cool. He can’t know we know until Omen is ready to make his move.
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