I lifted her from her feet and carried her toward the couch.
“You’re going to hurt your…” she began.
“Shhh, I’ll be the judge of that,” I whispered as I lowered her onto the cushion.
I knelt on the floor at the base of the couch and began to kiss her stomach and hips. As she moaned and squirmed, I lifted her shirt over her head. After unsnapping her bra and tossing it to the side, I began softly sucking and licking her nipples. Caressing her breasts as I sucked them, I watched her face as I did. As she watched me sucking her boobs, I observed the expressions on her face. I had learned from simply paying attention that she liked watching me suck and lick her tits as much as I enjoyed doing it. As she began to bite her lower lip and stare down at my mouth, I bit her nipple lightly between my teeth.
“Oh fucking fuck,” she said as she released her lip and bit into it more aggressively.
I released her nipple and began sloppily kissing and sucking her breast.
“Mmmm,” she cooed.
I reached down between her legs, and slid my hand along her thigh and under her shorts. As my finger fumbled underneath her panties, she gasped. She was wet all the way down to the crack of her ass.
I pulled against the waist of her shorts, and fumbled with the button. After finally unfastening the waist, I pulled them to her feet and tossed them aside. Now lying on the couch in only her underwear, I stood and admired her.
As I stood, it was obvious I was beyond ready. My cock was fighting for freedom. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down to my thighs. As my swollen shaft bounced upward, and free of my jeans, she leaned forward on the couch and gripped it in her hand.
“Stick it in my mouth,” she moaned.
I laughed. “Oh hell no, you’re not tricking me into that bullshit, not tonight.”
She gazed upward and batted her brown eyes. “What?”
I pressed my hands to my hips and shook my head. “You know what. I can’t last five minutes with you sucking on my cock. I want to fuck.”
As I reached down to push my jeans to the floor, she leaned forward and started slurping and sucking the tip of my cock. As I fought with my jeans, she continued. Finally, as I kicked the jeans free from my feet, I leaned backward, and pulled my cock from her very capable mouth.
I reached down and grabbed the hips of her panties with both hands.
“I…” I yanked against the fabric.
“Want…” I yanked again.
She stared up at me with wide eyes.
“These…” I said as I pulled sharply.
“Off!”
As the panties snapped in two, I pulled upward on the fabric, pulling the lower part from beneath her ass, and tossed them aside.
“I’m done fucking around, I’m dying here,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and crawled onto the sofa.
“You just tore my panties off,” she said.
I grinned and nodded my head.
“Maybe we should go to the bed,” she said as she tossed her head toward the hallway.
I gripped my cock and guided it between her legs. As I felt the tip begin to penetrate her soaking wet pussy, I gently pushed my hips forward and closed my eyes as she reached down and gripped her ass cheeks in her hands.
After she kicked one of her legs onto the back of the couch, she raised the other, and dropped it over the edge of the couch and onto the floor. I pressed my knees into the cushion and began slowly working my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.
“Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned. “fuck me…just like that...fuck me.”
I lowered my chest to hers and began to kiss her as I continued to work my hips back and forth carefully. With each in stroke, she exhaled and moaned a pleasurable gasp. Lost in the moment, my love for her, and how it felt to provide her with the deep satisfaction she explained only I could bring, I continued to kiss her and work myself in and out of her swollen mound.
As she released her ass, raised her hands behind me, and sank her fingers deep into my back, I knew she was about to climax. As her fingernails drug across my back, she began to moan.
“Oh…my God….hold….hold it right…”
“There,” she moaned as I felt myself bottom out inside of her.
I held myself still as I felt her pussy convulse into an orgasm. After a deep sigh and releasing my back from her tight grip, I slowly began to work myself in and out of her slippery pussy again.
“Oh dear God,” she said as I thrust myself in and out, bottoming out with each stroke.
“Holy fuck, you know I can’t…”
“Handle…”
“This…” she gasped.
I continued to pound myself into her carefully, but with as much force as I had learned she could handle. As the tip of my cock met resistance, I released the pressure, and pulled my hips back.
The repetitive motion and her tight pussy soon proved to be too much. I collapsed onto her chest and continued for a few more strokes.
“Kiss me,” I said as she arched her back and tilted her head into the cushion behind her.
As she fought to raise her head, I slid my hand underneath her neck, and gripped it in my hand. As I lifted her head upward, I pressed my lips into hers and kissed her deeply until I felt myself begin to reach climax.
As we continued to kiss, her pussy began to contract again into a massive orgasm. She bit into my lower lip and dug her fingernails into my back. As I felt myself explode inside of her, I arched my back, pulled my mouth from hers, curled my toes, and opened my eyes.
“I love you,” I groaned.
She opened her eyes as she fought to catch her breath. “I passed…”
“That stage…”
“A long fucking…”
“Time ago,” she gasped.
“You little smart ass,” I sighed.
“If you move, you’re going to have cum all over this couch. Hand me my shirt,” she said as she raised her hand in the air.
I reached down and grabbed my tee shirt and handed it to her.
“That’s yours,” she said.
“Use it, it’s cheap,” I said. “Ready?”
She nodded her head.
I pulled my hips back and yanked my cock from inside of her.
“You fucker,” she said as quickly reached between her legs with the shirt.
“I told you, don’t snatch the cock away, remember?” she whined.
She had told me countless times not to do what I had just done.
“Sorry,” I said. “I forgot.”
“You’re full of shit,” she snapped as she rolled off the edge of the couch and waddled toward the bathroom.
I gazed down at my glistening cock. I had come a long way since I met Sydney. My life seemed to be in order now. I may have been a Sinner, and prone to do things other men would never dream of, but I did so knowing my love for her would never fade. No one on this earth would protect her, provide for her, or keep her from harm with greater assurance than I would. As I heard her washing herself off in the bathroom, I stood from the couch and walked her direction.
“Shower?” I said as I leaned in the doorway.
“Uhhm, sure. Sounds good. I need to see if we can run by the shop, Avery’s up there and I want to see her,” she said over her shoulder.
“Okay. Well, how about shower, pizza, and shop?” I asked.
She turned to face me as I reached in and started the water. “Shower, shop, pizza. Before she goes?”
“Sure,” I responded as I stepped into the shower.
After a shower, fresh clothes, and arguing over the hunger I had developed, we were on our way to the shop. Sydney, as always, rode steady as a rock on the back of my bike. If her hands weren’t visible at my sides, I wouldn’t even realize she was behind me. As we came around the corner of the block, I noticed several of the fella’s bikes at the shop. It was by no means full, but for a Tuesday night, there were more than usual. A few, strangely, I
didn’t recognize.
After parking the bike, we walked into the empty shop.
“What the fuck? Are they in the meeting room?” I asked as I looked around the shop.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know where you fuckers hang out.”
“Follow me,” I said as I walked toward the meeting room.
As I opened the door, several smiling faces stared at me.
Otis, Slice, Junior, Sarah, Kate, Fancy…
I glanced to my right.
Oh God damn.
Staff Sergeant Jacob, my man Ripp, Shane Dekkar…
Avery stepped from behind Axton. In her arms was an exact twin of the pup I had found on the road. He fought in her arms to get away.
My heart, mind, and entire body filled with emotion as I felt a tremendous heat wash over me. I reached up and wiped the sweat from my brow. I turned toward Sydney and stared.
“Happy Birthday, Baby. Sorry, I had to do it,” she said.
Junior waved and grinned. “Happy Birthday, Mister Toad.”
“Junior,” I said with a nod.
“Happy Birthday,” Avery said as she handed me the pup.
He looked up excitedly, opened his mouth and belched a sound that sounded like a frog.
I turned toward Sydney and grinned. My heart was racing, and I felt like a little kid again. Similar to what I remembered Christmas being like as a child, it was almost more emotion than I could contain. Holding the wiggling pup in my arms, I turned to A-Train and nodded.
“Fuck brother, we don’t have jobs, so it was no big deal. Happy Birthday. How you doing?” he asked as he patted me on the shoulder.
“I’m good, Brother,” I sighed as I looked down at the pup.
I turned toward Ripp and Shane Dekkar. “Ripp, Dekk, thanks for coming.”
They both grinned and nodded their heads.
“The puppy came from the shelter. If you don’t want him, we can take him back. We’ve got thirty days. Avery and I picked him out.” Sydney paused and studied the squirming pup. “But you should give him a chance, he’s from here.”
“Winfield?” I asked.
I hadn’t told Sydney anything about what happened with the man who owned the Pit Bulls, and she didn’t ask. To think that she may have found the dogs which were confiscated from the home on her own was almost unimaginable. As I held the pup, I studied him. He sure appeared to be a brother of the pup I had tried to save. It had been a month since the dogs were found there and hauled in to the pound. The same caliber of miracle which brought the first pup to me had happened again, bringing another just like him.
“Yeah, the guy at the Humane Society said some guy was fighting them,” she explained. “They had to put some of them down, and these little guys lived through the quarantine.”
“Well, we’re keeping him,” I said as I patted him on the head.
Otis walked up to me and smiled. As he leaned into me and hugged me, he motioned toward the door with his head.
“Be right back,” I said over my shoulder as I followed him into the hallway.
“Remember that pup?” he asked as he reached for him and scratched his neck.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Last kennel on the right,” Otis said.
“Well, she said the guy told her they were from here, here in Winfield,” I responded.
Otis continued to scratch the dog’s neck and shifted his gaze upward. “I got a few questions, Brother.”
“I’m listening,” I responded.
“What color are Sydney’s eyes?” he asked.
“Brown, why?” I responded.
He shook his head.
“Hair color?” he asked.
“Blonde, you know that,” I snapped.
“Nail polish?” he asked.
“Nail polish is purple. Well, at least today it is. So are her toes,” I responded.
“You cocksucker, I see where you’re going,” I whispered as I shook my head.
“You’ve come a long way Toad. She’s a fine woman. Hell, I didn’t even know when your birthday was, because you don’t celebrate ‘em. She gathered up all the fellas, fuck, she called me two weeks ago; that’s a damn good woman. Just thought I’d check with ya, and make sure you knew all the essentials before I gave you my final endorsement,” he said as he slapped his hand against my bicep.
“Well?” I said.
“You’re good to go,” he said with a nod of his head as he opened the door.
I stared into the room. Everyone stood and smiled as I held the pup. As I lowered him to the floor I noticed he had a camouflage quick-release collar identical to the one I picked out at the vet the day I took the pup in. I glanced up at Sydney.
“You pick out he collar, too?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “They didn’t have a U.S.M.C one.”
I inhaled a shallow breath and gazed down at the pup. For a short second, I closed my eyes and gave thanks for everyone in attendance, but especially for the woman I loved, Sydney. I glanced upward and clapped my hands.
“Where’s the cake?” I chuckled.
“Didn’t bring you no cake, bossman. But I gots us some apple pies,” Junior responded.
Axton and Junior stepped aside, revealing three apple pies with candles in them. I hadn’t had a birthday cake since I was a kid. In many respects, I felt like a kid again. I turned to Sydney and shook my head.
“I love you,” I said.
She grinned and nodded her head. “I passed that stage a long fucking time ago.”
“Quit flirting with the girl and blow out these fucking candles, Toad,” Axton huffed. “I’ve got shit to do.”
I turned toward the flaming candles and shook my head. “Like what?”
“I’ve got a dog to train,” he responded.
I closed my eyes, inhaled, made a wish, and blew for all I was worth. Fucked up lung or not, I blew out every candle on the three pies.
I guess that means I’m going to get my wish…
MAKING THE CUT
(Selected Sinners MC Romance Book I)
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AVERY
For a woman to accurately determine what a man is really thinking would be similar to a man having a full understanding of what it’s like to go through a menstrual cycle. It’s never going to be completely clear to either party no matter how much a person tries to explain.
“So, let me get this straight. I’m not trying to play with words, or be a smart-ass; I’m really not. But let me see.” I said as I stood from the park bench I forced my hands into the rear pockets of my shorts.
I twisted myself into my best naïve schoolgirl pose just to throw him off a little. The shorts I was wearing were absolutely killing my pussy without any underwear, but they looked hot as fuck. As much as I wanted some relief, I pulled back on the pockets and tried to give him just a little of a show up front. He sat quietly on the park bench and stretched his rubber band to the point of complete failure.
Snap!
Good. Now, if you like it, take it.
I pulled my hands from my pockets and tossed my hair. “So, I’m going to stick by your side and stay quiet. If someone talks to me, I will respond. If they don’t, I stand, smile, and look pretty. If anyone asks if I’m available, I say no, and if they ask if you and I are together, I say no. And if someone asks if I’m your Ol’ Lady, I say hell to the no. Lastly, if anyone fucks with me, I find you or if I can’t find you, I find Otis. So, technically I’m not spoken for, but I’m not available either. Right?”
“You coulda left the last part out, but that’s it. You got it,” he said as he played with the rubber band on his wrist.
I lowered my hands and stuffed them into my rear pockets again.
Holy fuck that’s uncomfortable.
I bent my knees slightly and rocked my hips back and forth. After he snapped the rubber band again, I lifted my right shoe slightly and dug the toe into the dirt, twisting it back and forth as I wat
ched the impression I was leaving in the sandy soil. No one knew better than I did that I didn’t have any tits, but what little I did have was exposed to the world through the opening of my vee neck tee shirt. As I felt the early evening breeze across my nipples, I glanced in his direction. His eyes were fixed on the opening of my shirt.
Get an eyeful, Axton.
“You want to sit the fuck down, you’re making me nervous,” he grunted as he shifted his gaze upward.
As I tilted my head and gave my best duck face, he snapped the rubber band twice.
Good, all that practicing I’ve been doing in front of the mirror worked.
“My legs are cramping. I need to stand,” I lied.
He stood from the park bench and pulled his knife from his pocket. As he raised it to his other hand, he flicked the blade open. Now focusing on his fingernails, he fidgeted with his knife and stopped paying attention to me altogether. Frustrated, I turned away from him and dug the denim out of my sore pussy.
“What are you afraid of, Axton?” I asked over my shoulder as I turned to face him.
He looked up from the half-assed manicure he was performing. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “With us. You and me? What are you afraid of?”
He folded his knife, clipped it to his pocket and lowered his chin slightly. “A lot of motherfuckers will claim it, but only a handful actually mean what they say; I’m one of that handful. I’m not afraid of a God damned thing on this earth.”
“So what’s keeping you from making progress with me?” I asked.
He turned and stared at me as if I were absolutely insane. As he crossed his arms and continued to stare, it was obvious I’d touched on a subject he really wasn’t ready to discuss. The muscles in his biceps pulsated. As soon as he began speaking, the tone of his voice was sterner than before.
“You just don’t get it, do you? I am making progress with you. More than I’ve made with anyone in the last fifteen God damned years. It’ll probably come as no fucking secret, but I fucking hate women. Last I checked, Avery, you’re a woman,” he said as he tilted his head toward the bike.
“I absolutely hate, and I do mean hate having that seat on the fender of my bike. About every ten minutes when you think I’m rubbing my cheek, I’m not. I’m looking over at that God damned lick ‘n stick and wondering if it’s eating through the clear coat on my fender. But I’ve left that motherfucker on there for what seems like a month straight. Do you want to know why?” He rested his hands on his belt and raised both eyebrows while he waited for me to respond.
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