Protecting His Princess_Dragons Fury MC

by M. T. Ossler

  “Ace, Blaze, and a few dozen of our brothers from all the Clubs will be accompanying me. We’ll be riding out around nine in the morning on Tuesday. I dread leaving you, but I have to take care of Club Business and end this war with the Macks,” he says reluctantly, and I can see the gloom in his now gray eyes.

  I hate that he has to leave me too, but I get it. This is where I have to be strong for him and supportive. I will show him I can be the best wife and ol’ lady that he deserves.

  Ha, ha, ol’ lady, not, but that’s how they roll here, so I’ll go with it.

  I give him the biggest smile I can muster up. “You do what you have to do and come home to us. I’ll be here waiting, and I’ll do whatever I can to support you and the Club. I don’t want you to worry about me while you’re gone. I’ll be fine, I promise you I can handle all of this,” I say giving him a reassuring kiss on the lips. He, of course, gives me a look full of apprehension, but after our kiss, he relaxes, a little.

  We stare into each other’s eyes for a few minutes. His anger dissipates as his eyes go from angry green, to neutral gray, then to bright ocean blue with desire.

  He clears his throat and shakes his head to clear his naughty thoughts. I know that he just had them about me.

  “Let’s go out back and eat, everyone is waiting for us. Later, when I get you alone, I’ll be making that pussy of yours raw, between tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow night. I’m going to need to be buried deep inside you every waking fuckin’ moment until I leave you. You’ll be feeling me for the couple of days when I’m gone, baby.” He winks at me, causing me to giggle, then helps me out of bed.

  I will definitely be showing my man a proper send-off, two nights worth sounds good to me. I may even surprise him and try something new on him. I’ve wanted to taste him like he tasted me on our wedding night. He’ll have to guide me, of course, because I’ve only done it a couple of times, on a cucumber never on a man. I will definitely be giving it my all and see how it goes.

  I feel lighter now and ready to face his Club. With Gio by my side, I can face anything.

  Okay, so I’m acting with my positive attitude here. Fake it till you make it, right.

  We head downstairs and the first person to see us is Gator. He comes rushing over to us with Sam at his side, and before he can say anything, I stop him with my hands up in the air. He stops less than a foot in front of us, and I gloom up at him.

  “Gator, I’m so sorry for the way I acted this morning. I will apologize to Romeo, and if you would like, I will apologize to the whole Club. I never meant any disrespect, I swear,” I say low enough so only he can hear me, but no one else around us. I lower my eyes to the ground, ashamed of my actions. Gio squeezes my hand for support.

  Then Gator comes closer and lifts my chin gently with his hand. We stare into each other’s eyes, and he gives me a great big smile like my father used to.

  “There is nothing for you to apologize to me or this Club for, Sweetie. You were upset and with good reason. Romeo should have never put his hands on you because you’re Beast’s ol’ lady.

  “You’re a strong woman, and I appreciate you saying that you want to do the right thing. I know you would never disrespect my men or my Club. We’re good and so is Beast.

  “Now, how are you feeling, Sweetie?” he asks fretfully as he releases my chin. I give him a big smile in return.

  This man has become somewhat of a father figure to me, even though he’s only 13 years older than I am. He’s always concerned and looks out for Gigi, Jules and me. He’s genuine, and I like that about him.

  “Besides embarrassed about my breakdown this morning, I’m good. I hear you’ll be around while Gio’s away.”

  “I will, and if you need anything, anything at all, you come to me. Maddox or I will be checking in on you periodically, but find me or call me if you need something. That’s an order, young lady,” Gator says sternly, we all laugh to lighten up the mood. I give him a big smile, and take his hand in mine squeezing it to reassure him how appreciative I am of him.

  “Thank you, I will.” Then I let go of his hand.

  “Let’s get you some food, Sweetie, you haven’t eaten all day,” Gator says. We follow him and Sam over to the grill. I grab a hamburger, not feeling that hungry. Gio fills his dish with steak, chicken breast, and corn on the cob before we head over to the table with Blaze, Gigi and Aunt Cindy.

  Ace and Jules are still in his room, I was informed by Throttle, while we were at the grill.

  The rest of the evening goes by without a hitch, thankfully. Aunt Cindy takes Gigi up to our apartment around nine when the party really starts to become X-rated. When all the club whores come out to play, literally, it’s time for the children to call it a night.

  Gio and I decide to stay and hang out with his brothers a little longer. They have not brought up my episode this morning, thankfully, and have been very sweet and welcoming to me.

  It’s going to take me time to get used to all their vulgar language, but I will. It’s not too bad because they don’t talk to me disrespectfully, it’s all just in general.

  I’m just not used to hearing men say it as it is this way in front of the women. In my family, the men always censored themselves in front of us.

  I like that these men don’t hold anything back, and are who they are. You see what you get with them, and I respect that.

  Around ten Gio and I agree to call it a night. We want to spend as much time together alone as possible before we have to be apart for a few days.

  Also, I want to try out a fantasy of mine on him, one I’ve had for a couple of years now.

  I’m a bit nervous, but I know I’m in good hands with him. He’ll let me go at my speed and just guide me along.

  We say Goodnight to everyone and return to our apartment. When we enter, the place is quiet, telling us that Gigi and Aunt Cindy are asleep for the night. We make our way to our new bedroom together for the first time hand and hand.

  Chapter 5

  Bella

  Once the door to our room is closed, Gio attacks me, slamming me against the back of the door, kissing me hard on the lips. The kiss is hungry, wanting and devouring me. I love all that he has to give me.

  We are both wild for one another, our hands all over each other’s bodies, ready to tear off our clothes. I find his belt buckle and undo it, and then I unbutton and unzip his pants without a care.

  Once I can grab hold of the waistband of his pants and briefs, I forcefully push them down his legs, they land bunched up around his boots.

  My hands go straight to his manhood needing to feel his hot, hard, thick, veiny rod under my fingers. I grab hold and pump him a few times with both hands.

  “Someone’s hungry for my cock, huh, baby,” he says, laughing as he runs kisses down the side of my neck. His hands are on my breast under my dress. I stop moving my hands suddenly, becoming shy from my boldness.

  He’s right, though, I am really hungry for his cock, starving for my first taste. I never thought I would ever be like this, but with him I need to be close to him, the closer the better. I’m like a drug addict needing my fix before I go into withdrawals.

  “Don’t stop, baby, I love that you’re lettin’ loose like this with me.” He throws his kutte to the desk.

  I resume moving my hands along his shaft, pumping him a few more times. Now, I want a taste in the worst way. This is something I’ve never wanted to do and never thought I would ever do this to him, of all people.

  He pulls my dress up over my head in one quick swoop. Then he follows with unhooking my bra next and rips my panties off my body in another. The heat of passion consumes us, and I need him in the worst way. I stand before him naked and exposed, but comfortable. With him, I feel sexy for the first time in my whole life, and I don’t want to hide.

  He takes a step back and admires my body as he makes quick work of removing his pants and boots.

  When all his clothes a
re on the floor, I drop to my knees in front of him and run my fingers up and down his shaft. My fingers are trembling as I grab hold of the base of his dick to stop them. His tip is glistening with his arousal and his piercing.

  I never figured in his piercing when I planned this, but I can work with it.

  Gio is above me watching my every move, carefully. He’s frozen and waiting to see what I do to him next. I stick my tongue out and lick along the opening of his head, tasting his essence. He’s salty and yummy, and I’m ravenous for more.

  I hear him gasp when my tongue makes contact with his tip, and it spurs me on.

  “Bella, what are you doing?” He’s really asking me that question like he doesn’t know.

  I drag my tongue down the underside of his length and backup circling his head a few times. I pull back and look up at him, into his eyes with a big smile on my face, before I answer him.

  “What does it look like I’m doing? I need to taste you, amore mio.” I give him my most devilish seductive smile. Before he can answer me, I take his mushroom head into my mouth, tighten my lips around his hardness as I move down half way then back up.

  “Holy shit, that feels fuckin’ amazing. Lemme see how much of my cock you can take, baby.” He places his hand on my head in my hair, and I do as he says. He doesn’t push me as I take him all the way to the back of my throat and gag from not knowing what to expect. His long and thick and with his piercing, I need time to adjust.

  “Breathe through your nose, baby, and relax your throat.” I do as he says again, pumping up and down on him, taking him to the back of my throat now with no problem.

  I place my hands on his inner thighs. My fingers lightly graze his balls, and I hear him moan above me.

  I move a little faster with my mouth, setting a steady rhythm that he seems to enjoy. Swirling my tongue around his tip when I come up, then drag it down the underside of his shaft. I grab ahold of his balls and massage them in my hand while bobbing up and down on his hard, long, thick cock. I do this for a few minutes listening to his moans above me and watching him watch me.

  I’m enjoying the way he’s responding to me, and I moan more and hum getting into what I’m doing to him.

  I'm so turned on pleasuring him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his cock in my mouth. Even if it hurts my jaw, I want all of him like this again. I think I even want him to cum in my mouth.

  I never knew pleasuring someone you love could be so arousing and bring me so much pleasure. I’m so wet right now; I can feel it dripping down my inner thighs. I need to be touched so I can orgasm soon, or I may die here.

  “Stop!” he says abruptly. I freeze looking him in the eyes with my mouth full of his cock.

  Did I do something wrong? Does he not like what I’m doing? He seemed to be enjoying it, I thought. He’s been moaning, his hands on my head, in my hair, with his fingers massaging my scalp.

  He moves back, and with a popping sound, I release him. Then he lifts me up from the floor, lifting me under my arms.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask in a low voice as he leads me back to the bed.

  “No, baby, you did everything right. It was perfect, too damn perfect. That’s why I stopped, you if you continued I would have cum. And when I cum, I want to be inside that tight warm pussy of yours that I own,” he says, laying me down on the bed flat on my back and spreading my legs wide open for him.

  I’m glad he likes what I was doing to him because I plan to do this again, really soon. I enjoyed showing him pleasure.

  “Now, lay back, baby. I need my dessert,” he says causing my whole body to shiver in anticipation.

  “Your pussy is dripping wet. You enjoyed sucking on my big cock, didn’t you?” I lay back moaning. He runs his hands up and down my inner thighs causing my body to shiver. Without giving me a chance to register his words, he digs in fast. His mouth contacts with my mound shocking me at first. I absorb the pleasure his touch is showing my body. His touch is one that I have come to desire, even in such a short time. But I need him to show me more, so I can cum soon.

  My insides are quivering for release from his dirty words. I lay back and feel him devour me like I’m his last meal.

  He starts at my entrance and drags his tongue up to my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. Then he takes my clit in his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling, and sending more electric shocks running through my body.

  His tongue moves in every direction around my clit, making circles, fast, slow, nibbling, and sucking. He knows just how to work my body into a frenzy, and it doesn’t take long to get me close to my own release, but I need more. He seems to sense my need as I shake under him.

  As he continues to work me over, I feel him insert two fingers inside me at once. He finds my g-spot and has me withering under him even more. He pumps them in and out of me as his tongue goes crazy on my clit.

  I feel the pleasure burning inside of my lower belly, and I can feel it’s going to be a big one this time. I grab the pillow and place it over my mouth to contain my screams. Just as I bite down on it, ecstasy hits me, and I scream his name right into the pillow. Nirvana takes over my body in the most glorious way.

  I feel him make one last quick swipe with his magnificent tongue, before removing it slowly from my body, then kissing my mound.

  He comes up my body with kisses. I keep the pillow over my face breathing heavily until he removes it and claims my lips with his in a hungry kiss. I kiss him back with the same burning desire, tasting myself on his tongue.

  I need him inside me, to feel him closer to me. To be one with my love, in the most intimate way possible.

  I feel him at my entrance just before he slowly thrust into me. Then he’s inside me to the hilt. My walls grip onto him, tightening through the last of my spasms. We break the kiss and stare into each other’s eyes as he moves in and out of me slowly, making sweet love to me.

  His hand is on my breast, tweaking my nipple between his fingers, through his sweet and steady pace. Watching him move in me and seeing our connected bodies is amazing, and feeling the connection we have is even better.

  I don’t know if everyone feels this way, but with Gio, I can feel him in my soul. I could live in this position with him forever. It’s comfortable, and for the first time ever, I feel complete, he is and always has been my other half.

  He keeps the demons away while I’m grounded to him, and only he can do incredible things to satisfy my body’s cravings.

  Before long, I feel another orgasm coming, and I can’t hold back. I bite my bottom lip to contain my screams, but it's useless a loud moan escapes. Gio’s mouth latches onto mine as I burst around him, cumming harder than I ever have before. He muffles my moans as he moves faster and harder, thrusting into me through my spasms.

  His piston speed is too much, and somehow not enough. I need more, more of what I’m not sure.

  I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me and raise my hips to meet his every thrust. His hands find my hips and hold on tight to stop me from moving with him.

  In one quick move, he turns us over, so I’m on top of him, riding him like my very own personal sex toy to do with as I please. He continues to hold onto my hips to keep us moving in sync. I thrust up, and he follows meeting me in the middle slamming our bodies together.

  We’re both dripping with sweat and my arousal, making our connected bodies slippery. He removes one hand from my hip, finds my clit, and rubs his thumb in circles with the perfect amount of pressure. I can’t help the loud moans that escape me. My body is on fire and feels like a live wire uncoiling. I really do wish we could stay like this forever.

  I bounce up and down on his rod with my hands on his chest for balance, for a few more minutes. Then I explode around him again, squeezing the hell out of him as I pull him into his own release, milking him for all he’s worth.

  He growls as he pulls me down to meet his lips. My mouth doesn’t conne
ct with his in time, I screech his name out. I collapse on top of him breathing heavily and gasping for air.

  We’re both out of breath as he holds me to him. I stay like this and before long sleep takes me over for a little bit.

  Gio is insatiable and can’t keep his hands off me. He takes me three more times through the night with only catnaps to reboot us.

  The next day, we spent some time with Aunt Cindy and Gigi. Also, a lot of time in our room, in our new apartment alone, making love and talking. We have discussed so many things from the past to our future we’ll have together. We also discussed what we want in our new house, and what we what out of our relationship, from each other and from ourselves.

  Not only is my new husband a spectacular lover, an excellent listener, he’s also compassionate to my needs, most of all, my dream of having a career and my own business one day. I may not be able to have my business in New York City, but I could still possibly have one here in Florida. My husband is all for me fulfilling my dreams, and I’m grateful. He even wants to be involved and help in any way he can when the time is right.

  When things settle down, he said we could talk more about it together, and involve Jules and Ace.

  I know Ace finally stepped up and claimed my bestie to the Club, finally.

  In the meantime, he says Jules, Gigi and I should keep working on designs. Gigi has a gift for design like Jules and Ces.

  Gio can’t help himself from keeping me up all night again. We both can’t get enough of each other, honestly.

  An hour of sleep after a wild and tiring round one is all I get. I wake to Gio pumping inside of me and kissing my neck under my ear. This time he’s slow and romantic, making sweet passionate love to me.

  We finish up with around five, around five in the morning, and we’re both worn out and dripping wet with sweat. We pass out immediately, me on top of him with him still buried inside of me. His alarm goes off at seven in the morning, waking us both out of a deep sleep.