“I want your fat cock inside me. I want you stretching my tight pussy until I feel like I’m going to split open, but first, I want to ride your goddamn handsome face.”
Bear rolls onto his back, his teeth flashing in the moonlight with his smug smile. “Then climb on up here, sugar. Let me taste that pretty pussy and make you scream.”
I scramble up the bed. You don’t need to tell me twice.
I position myself beside his head and lift my leg over his face. Bear clearly gets tired of waiting for me to lower myself over him because his strong arms wrap around my thighs and pull me down hard against his mouth. I gasp, both surprised and excited by his brutality, and then his tongue darts out, sweeping across my clit, and I grab the headboard to keep from falling.
Bear eats me the way no one else ever has—tongue, beard, lips, and even the soft scrape of teeth every once in a while just to make everything more intense. He uses all the tools at his disposal, and the man eats pussy as if he were a trained Olympian and they were giving away gold medals for it.
I writhe against his face—and then, frightened he might not be able to breathe—I lift my hips a little, but he shoves me down with his forearms until his tongue sweeps over my clit and his mouth eats at me hungrily.
Breath saws in and out of my lungs, and heat builds low in my belly. I grab the headboard and ride his face as my orgasm smacks into me.
I’m a panting, trembling mess when Bear lifts me by the waist and practically tosses me on the bed. I let out a squeak and laugh, but his face is all business and I quickly shut up. He grabs my wrists with one hand and shoves them into the mattress above my head. My breath catches in the back of my throat and a devilish smile twists the corner of his mouth. His other hand slides under my back and he flips me facedown on the bed.
His rough hands pull my hips toward him. “Stick that pretty ass in the air, baby girl. I wanna see your cream dripping down that hot cunt.”
Heat scalds my cheeks, but I thrust my ass towards him. Bear places a large hand on my back and pushes my torso down against the mattress. His hot breath washes over my most sensitive areas and I waggle my ass. “Please, Daddy.”
“What, honey?”
“Please?” I whine. “Touch me, fuck me, eat me. Please just don’t make me wait any longer.”
He chuckles and swats my ass with two hard smacks on each cheek. I flinch and attempt to move away, but he yanks me back into position. My entire body is throbbing with need, but I wait as patiently as I can because I know good girls get orgasms, even though all I want to do is cry “no fair” and stamp my feet.
He plunges his thumb inside me, and I cry out with the sudden intrusion, but just as quickly, it’s gone. And then his thumb circles my ass and slowly eases inside. I gasp, both loving the sensation and finding it too much, and then when he positions his cock at my entrance and drives inside me, I come harder than I ever have, gripping him with all of me.
I scream my orgasm into the pillow as he grunts and takes hold of my hip with his free hand. His strokes are long and powerful, and every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, to more pain, and more brutally delicious pleasure. I rock my hips back to meet his.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. You’re too tight, too wet. It’s pure fucking torture, darlin’.” He pulls his thumb free of my ass and slides his hand up my back. Grabbing my throat, he squeezes and wrenches my head back, thrusting into me with brutal force. Thick jets of cum spill into me and I bounce on his dick, milking every last drop as I come around him again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers against my hair.
Tennessee collapses onto the bed, pulling me against him. His arm snakes around my waist, and he holds me tight and presses a kiss to my temple. I close my eyes, and for the first time in a long time—possibly ever—I finally feel at home in a man’s arms.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bear
My phone wakes me, and I climb out from under Jupiter where she fell asleep on top of me sometime in the early hours before sunrise. She snores, and she’s a goddamn bed hog. Between all the hot fucking and Miss Narcolepsy’s ability to rattle the walls in this shack, I’m running on very little sleep.
I hit the green button on my phone and bring it to my ear. “Yeah?”
“Hey, it’s Crow.”
“Uh-huh. Caller ID told me as much.”
“I forgot you were such a ray of fucking sunshine in the morning.”
“I aim to please, brother.”
“Mm-hmm, did you tell Little Miss Rally Racer that? Get her all worked up before you decided your cock wasn’t up to the challenge?”
“Eat my dick, asshole. Was there a point to calling me this early? Or did you just need to hear the sound of my voice?”
“Prez told me to get your ass in here. The yokel brother is missing.”
“What?”
“Jupiter’s brother. Fucking dumbass escaped in the middle of the night. Saint’s being torn a new asshole right now because of it.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, glancing back at Jupiter who still hasn’t stirred. She’s lying facedown on the mattress, her head twisted at what looks like an unnatural angle, and a puddle of drool darkens the sheets. “What the hell am I supposed to do with her? Ruin ordered me to keep her here until Prez said otherwise. Kid’s barely patched in and is already barking orders.”
“Well, Prez’s orders are ‘get your ass into the clubhouse,’ so I guess you bring her with you.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll love that.”
“Yeah, good luck, brother. That’s why I ain’t got an ol’ lady.”
“And here I thought it was just because no one would put up with your bullshit.”
I glance at Jupiter again. The sheet is pooled around her waist. Her pastel hair is no longer splayed across my pillow, but rests on her shoulders, all tangled and mussed like cotton candy. Her eyes are open now, and she rolls onto her side, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she watches me. My gaze dips to her tits. They’re not full and bouncy like the women I usually fuck—like my ex’s. They’re small, less than a handful, really, with a sweet, natural slope into tight, dusky pink nipples. Just enough to suck on, and my dick gets hard just looking at her. “And she’s not my ol’ lady. We barely even like each other.”
Jupiter smiles, and slips her free hand down over her breasts and abdomen until it disappears beneath the sheet.
“Uh-huh. I bet she barely even liked you fucking her pussy all night long.”
“Fuck you.” I’m no longer sure if I’m talking to Crow or the cocktease in my bed. Jupiter’s eyes close and her mouth falls open as her hand works faster between her legs. I grab my cock and squeeze, trying to alleviate some of my frustration. A bead of precum forms on the tip, and I collect it with my thumb and suck my digit clean as I watch her fingers move franticly.
“I think that’s an ol’ lady’s job. Hey, maybe I can borrow your new one.”
I growl. Crow is one of the few brothers who knows the reason I went nomad. I trust him like I did the brothers from my old charter. But that doesn’t mean I won’t kill him for touching what’s mine.
He chuckles. “Too soon?”
“Yeah, too fuckin’ soon, motherfucker.” I hang up and throw my phone on the couch. “Are you going to draw this out all fucking morning, baby girl? Or are you gonna come while I watch?”
She bites her lip, and her smile is fucking devastating. Fucking tease. I have half a mind to put her over my goddamn knee. In fact ... I stalk toward the bed and rip the sheet away. Her fingers pump in and out of her juicy pussy, and I almost lose my shit right there, but I grab her around the waist and lift her over my knee.
“You’re a fucking cocktease.”
“Oops.” She laughs and bats her lashes as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to spank me for being naughty, Daddy?”
“Damn fuckin’ right I am. So you best tell me if you like it hard and fast or slow and sweet. Either way is gonna be fuckin’ t
orture.”
“Is hard and sweet an option?”
“Nope,” I say and palm her ass, separating her cheeks to get a better look at her pussy and that tight little asshole. I’ll make that mine one day, too—it’s only a matter of time. But right now, I have about thirty minutes before Chaos is going to be blowing up my phone.
Jupiter straightens as I run my thumb over that puckered hole and down to her slick cunt. I slip my thumb inside, wishing it was my dick, but we don’t have time for that. With my free hand, I cup her ass, smoothing my palm over each perfect cheek. Her flesh breaks out in goose bumps and she writhes against my hand.
I smack her. The sweet sound of flesh upon flesh echoes through the cabin, and her walls tighten around me as she squeezes her thighs together as if to ease the smarting. I spank her again and again; several loud slaps are accompanied by her cries. I ease my thumb out of her pussy and slide two fingers inside. She gasps, her body arching off my lap in sweet torment. I grab a fistful of that soft candy-colored hair and yank her head back. She moans, and I pull my fingers free of her again to spank her curvy red ass some more.
“You like that, honey?” I ask.
“Ye-yeah.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes. God, yes. I like it, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Because if you insist on being a little cocktease, I’m going to damn well punish you for it.”
“If this is punishment, I’ll try harder to be a naughty girl.”
I groan. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I can be very naughty when I want to be.”
“I don’t doubt that at all, princess. Now, let yourself go. I want to see this pretty pussy squeezing my fingers as if you were milking my dick.” I draw my digits free slowly until she’s arching up and crying out for the loss, and then I slide three back inside and pump vigorously.
Jupiter cries out, her whole body shaking with the violence. Her cunt grips me like a fucking vise, and the squelching of her honey coating my fingers as I pump in and out and the way that delectable fucking body writhes over my knee force all the blood to surge to my dick. My balls ache, begging for release, but I won’t get any satisfaction until I’ve pulled at least one orgasm from her.
She’s a shaking, sweaty mess, begging me to give it to her, to fuck her faster. I keep the same pace because she’s in no position to be giving me orders. I’m also only human. It’s not like I can pump that little pussy any faster. But I do switch up the intensity with which I finger fuck her, switching from rough and fast to slow and torturous.
She gives one last violent shudder and soaks my lap and the fucking floor with her pussy juices. She’s trembling, and a half laugh/half moan escapes her mouth.
“Fuck, darlin’. I should have brought a raincoat.”
She laughs and buries her head in her hands even though she’s still bent over my knee. “Oh my God. If I’d known a man could make me feel like that, I’d have left my garage years ago.”
I slip my fingers free and suck them into my mouth as she climbs off. She tastes like pure fucking heaven, sweet and a little salty, but mostly she tastes like a pussy that I want to eat forever. “Fuck, you’re just so goddamn edible.”
She meets my gaze with a bashful smile, and then she crawls on her hands and knees toward me. Jupiter kneels in the puddle of her juices and glances up at me with wanton eyes. She isn’t worried about getting dirty, and I love that about her. She takes my cock in the palm of her hand, and reaches between her legs, collecting her honey and coating my dick with it.
I groan and stroke the base of her neck with my fingertips, where my thumbs left bruises last night when she woke me from a night terror. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
She nods and wraps her free hand around the head of my cock, jerking me off with both hands.
“Fuck, Tink.” I swallow hard, trying not to lose my shit and come prematurely. “You should come with a goddamn warning label.”
She grins. “If I did, would you have listened?”
“Probably not. Fuck,” I groan and grab a strand of her hair, rubbing it between my fingers. It’s soft, despite how it’s mussed from sleep and having her bent over my knee. She leans closer and darts out her tongue, licking along my shaft. I grasp a fistful of her hair, but it’s not rough like earlier. I wouldn’t force her to suck me if she didn’t want to. I might fantasize about it later, but in the harsh light of day, I know what I am. Marred by scars, all up in my head, and stuck in a war zone I’ll never escape. Not exactly hot fuck material. Not riding on the back of my bike and wearing my “property of” patch kind of fantasy. I’m the guy you fuck in a dirty alleyway because you don’t want your friends to see. I’m the asshole you take home from a bar and dim the lights for, and Jupiter is A-grade pussy. She’s perfection ... and I’m not.
“Hey, where did you go?” She strokes my dick, sending a bolt of pleasure through me and thrusting me out of my head.
“Nowhere, darlin’. I’m right here, but you don’t have to do this. It ain’t tit for tat.”
She frowns. “And if I want to?”
I tilt my hips in her direction. “Then suck my fat cock and take me deep, honey.”
Her mouth tips up in a seductive grin, and she darts out her tongue to moisten her lips. She looks like a fucking centerfold, kneeling naked at my feet and working my dick like a goddamn pro. Why the hell is this woman still single? And how in the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky?
She sucks me deep and works her fist in time with her mouth until I’m gripping the bed sheets so I don’t yank her fucking hair out. And when her free hand comes up to cup my balls, I explode into the back of her throat. She swallows down my cum, and licks up every last drop. Hell, my fuckin’ old lady never bothered to do that. I gave everything to that greedy bitch, and it still wasn’t enough. But Jupiter makes me feel shit again I have no right to be feeling, and it isn’t just because her pussy and her mouth feel so good wrapped around my dick.
I lie back on the mattress and she climbs up my body, kissing my chest, my scars. I thread my fingers in her hair and hold her to me. “As much as I wanna stay here all day, we gotta haul ass to the clubhouse.”
“No,” she protests, huddling closer. “Why?”
Shit. I probably should have brought up the fact that her dipshit brother is on the run from the club before I let this go too far. “Er ... it’s—”
“Oh my God.” She shoots up and scrambles off me, wandering around the room, searching under covers and cushions. “This is about my brother. Chaos is going to punish him, isn’t he?”
“He’s not going to punish him.”
“Then what?”
“He’s missing.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I thought Saint had it handled. We have to go. Why didn’t you tell me before—”
“Before what? I gave you the best orgasm of your life?”
She rakes a hand through her hair. “I might’ve felt differently if I’d known my brother was out there and a group of outlaw bikers and drug dealers were gunning for his head.”
“Outlaws like me?”
“Would you stop, already?”
“Calm the fuck down, Tink. What the hell are you looking for?”
“My clothing!” She throws her hands in the air. “But, of course, I’ve just remembered that I have none because they were covered in murdering asshole.”
“I’ll give you a pair of my sweats.”
“I don’t want your sweats,” she snaps and shakes her head, shooting me an apologetic glance. “It’s not like they’d fit me anyway.”
“Well, I’m sure as shit not taking you to the clubhouse in just my T-shirt. I love the brotherhood, but that doesn’t mean I won’t beat their asses for looking sideways at you.”
“Can we go to my place yet?”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Then I guess your brothers are seeing me half-naked.”
I growl. “We stop for five minutes, no more. But if anything
looks amiss, we ain’t even pulling up to the curb.”
“What’s your prez going to make of this?”
“He’s gonna have my balls in a fuckin’ vise, darlin’. But I guess it beats the alternative. Don’t it?”
“And what’s that?”
“Killing my entire sister chapter for looking at you.”
I PULL UP TO THE CURB in front of Jupiter’s house. The door is ajar, but she’s out of Saint’s truck before I can even turn the ignition off.
Fuck. “Jupiter, get your ass back in this car.”
She glances at me, but she doesn’t stop her trajectory.
I climb out of the cab and run after her. “Jesus, woman. Have you got a fuckin’ death wish?”
She’s standing in the doorway, her hands over her mouth in shock as she surveys the mess of her living room. The TV is smashed and hanging off the wall. The leather couches are ripped and stuffing is splayed all over the floor. The pot plants and picture frames are all upended, and there isn’t a single thing in this room untouched. Some asshole even decided to piss on the walls like a fucking animal.
“Wait here,” I say, pulling my gun from my cut. I head farther into the house, checking rooms and closets. When I realize there’s no one still inside, I walk back to the front door and hold a teary Jupiter in my arms. “It’s clear, but the rest of the house is in bad shape.”
“It’s okay. It’s just stuff. I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s not like there’s anything of value in here.”
“At least you weren’t here when they showed up. That doesn’t mean we should stay long though.”
She nods and I follow her into the bedroom. She pulls out one of the ransacked drawers and throws several items in a black, studded overnight bag. She pulls on a pair of jeans and removes my flannel, but she throws on a black tank, no bra, and slips into my shirt, knotting it at the waist. That small gesture warms me. It’s stupid, really. Yet, I fucking love seeing her in my shirt. Knowing that my scent and my clothes are all over her body when I can’t be is fucking hot.
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