by Nicole Fox
I quiver with the thought.
I don’t tell Booster to stop. It feels too good, and I plant my hands on the couch, fingers digging in as he keeps working his fingers in and out of me. I ride his hand, swiveling my hips. He encourages me the whole time, enraptured by the movements of my body.
“Just like that … yeah … Fuck, Doll, I can’t wait to see how you move on my cock if this is how you move on my finger.”
Oh … god … he shouldn’t be talking to me like this. I shouldn’t be liking it half as much as I am. But sweet, thick wetness runs between my thighs and is as clear a testament as anything to how much it’s turning me on.
“I can’t wait to fill you up …”
Please, please, please …
“Have you cumming all over my dick …”
God, I want it, let me have it.
“Until I’m marking you inside like you’re in heat and filling you to the brim with my seed till it takes.”
It’s nasty. No man has ever talked to me like that before. Not during sex, let alone foreplay. I can’t stand it. All the talk—I’ve already agreed to let him do it, haven’t I?
Desperate while he fucks me on his fingers, I shakily handle his jeans, getting at the button and the zipper as I kiss the filthy words he’s speaking to me off his mouth. I free his cock—it’s so huge. Bigger than I could have imagined, and oh so hard in my hands. I have to use both, wrapping them around his girth. I’m quick to pump him, and I revel the groan that he gives me as I stroke and squeeze his manhood.
“Oh … fuck, yes. Just like that. Show me you can handle me, doll.”
I’m coming to like the nickname he’s given me, and I’m coming to love the growl that settles in his throat when he moans. I move my hand on him, up, down; I don’t stop, and I don’t want to. There’s weight to his cock, weight that I want inside me, filling me.
Precum slicks over my hands. There’s wetness everywhere, between the flow of it between my thighs and his cock dribbling it all over my hands. It’s nasty and primal—I mewl like a kitty in heat for it though.
“Booster … Booster, please …”
He bites my lip, as if admonishing me.
“Don’t rush me, doll; we’ll both get what we want.”
He presses his fingers in deeper, surprising me and making me howl at the depths he’s able to reach. He surprises me further when he rolls me over, forcing me onto the couch. His fingers leave my aching walls and I watch as he drops between my legs onto the floor. He grins up at me as he pushes his shirt up, exposing my womanhood to him.
“You’re not gonna get pregnant if you’re not enjoying yourself, after all,” he says. “I wanna hear you scream my name before I fill you up.”
Oh … oh my god.
He takes my thighs in his hands and shoves them apart. I gasp, and Booster presses his face to my sex, sliding his tongue up, up, dipping between my folds and into my hole before curving up to take my clit in his mouth. I slap my hand over my mouth because the whine that comes out of it is inhuman and embarrassing—but Booster reaches up and pulls my arm down.
“I said, I want to hear you scream.”
That’s exactly what he works to make me do, too. He laves and suckles at my clit, alternating between having it drawn into his mouth and dipping lower to push his tongue in and out of me, lapping at my juices. He moans between my thighs, like he’s enjoying what he’s doing, and I’m completely undone by it.
I can’t help but rock and buck my hips against his face, forcing myself against him, urging more of that insane, tantalizing sensation that he’s giving me. I can’t think straight; I’ve never had a man go down on me so enthusiastically and so thoroughly. I whine and writhe and I don’t hold it back since he wants me yelling for him.
“Booster … oh my god—”
My hands fist atop his head, pulling at his hair as he jerks me forward, shoving his tongue inside me. He moves it like he’s fucking me, like he thinks that he’s going to get me pregnant on his mouth alone. The thought makes me hot under my skin and I whine some more for him.
“Don’t stop.”
His fingers dig into my thighs and hold me wide open, like I’m some kind of whore who’s his to eat and use, and I’m almost not opposed to the idea. I want him to take me right then and there on the couch and I undulate my hips harder, showing him what I want, begging with my actions for him to have me.
He’s tantalizing and torturing, almost giving me what I want but not quite. Instead of his cock, his fingers plunge into me as his mouth works hard on my clit. He works my g-spot while sucking on it.
My thighs shake on either side of his head, drawing up as he brings me closer and closer to a glorious, wonderful edge, and I’m not willing to let him keep me from it.
Blinding, ecstatic pleasure bursts through me, and I shake and convulse as my body is wracked by an intense climax. I cry out, arching off the couch as Booster keeps a hold of my hips, keeping his mouth and fingers in me as they drive me over and past the edge.
“Oh, fuck!”
My brows draw close, and I don’t stop rocking and moving on the couch. I have to be tugging on Booster’s hair too hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind, and I don’t either. It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from tearing at my own hair and going wild.
“That’s it … good girl …” He keeps licking at me though, and I whimper. It’s too much, too much, but I don’t want it to stop.
He stands up but only enough so that he can kiss me. The sweetness of myself leaves its sultry tang on my tongue, and I moan against him. His fingers remain in me, but that doesn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him, drawing him closer. I buck up against his hand and his still-hard cock presses against my belly.
I want him to fuck me. I want to feel him carving into me, splitting me open—and that glorious, glorious spill of his cock within my womb. I’ve never had such filthy thoughts, but it’s appropriate considering I’m giving myself to a man I barely know in the hopes of conceiving a baby with him.
Booster seems to get my intentions. He groans against my mouth and finally withdraws his fingers from inside me, settling his wet digits on my thigh where he continues to hold me open.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks. I nod. “What? I can’t hear nods, Lena.”
The way he says my name makes my toes curl, like just uttering it is enough to make him cum. His voice is husky with lust and want, the desire of a man that wants to claim his woman.
It’s so odd … to think that I can refer to myself as his woman right now … but I can’t think of any other thing to refer to myself as, and I bite my lip.
“F-fuck me, Booster. I want you in me … I want your baby.”
I’m not on birth control. I’ve never been. I’m a condom kind of girl, and my partners always wear them; I’ve always known that one day I would be doing this, but it has never been the right person in the past. This will be the first time I let a man cum in me, and I wonder if it’ll feel like it does in the books—warm, sensual, filling me to burst.
Booster doesn’t get out of his jeans. His cock is still out, proud, hanging between his legs like a monster, and I can’t wait to have it unmake me. I watch as he takes it in his hand, and he grins at me as he teases it along my slit.
“You have no idea how much I’ve envisioned this,” he says.
“Please … don’t tease me …” I want it like my fantasies, rough and animalistic, but all he does is nudge the head against my swollen, sensitive clit. I whine, and I know he’s enjoying toying with me. Now that he has me, I guess, he doesn’t feel he needs to rush.
I want him. Need him. Now that I’ve said yes, I can’t imagine dragging this out any longer—
He slides the head of his cock down … down … I feel its engorged girth slip just so against my slit—
Ring, ring, ring!
We both jump at the sound of a phone going off. It’s Booster’s. I can’t help another whine leaving me when he
groans and pulls away from me.
“Hold on.”
I don’t want to. I’m dripping wet and wide open on his couch as he pulls away. My one salvation is that he doesn’t tuck himself away; his cock remains out as he hunts his phone down in the kitchen, and he comes back.
I bite my lip. He doesn’t look happy.
“Yeah … No, no … Can’t you handle it? I’m busy right now … None of your damn business … Jesus Christ … Yeah … Yeah, whatever … I’ll be there in thirty; don’t fuck up anymore than you already have … Whatever… Bye.”
Booster hangs up, and his agitation is palpable. I get the feeling that we’re not going to get to consummate our agreement, and there’s a twinge of disappointment there.
“I have some shit I apparently need to handle with the club,” he tells me. “My VP is fucking useless—”
“Happy?”
“Yeah. That asshole.”
I haven’t met Happy yet, but there’s a residual irritation for the man that I think might match Booster’s displeasure with his VP.
Booster goes to tuck himself in. He’s still hard. I know that he’ll likely get back late … it’s already nearing midnight, and I have to get rest … sometime. I’m not one to leave a partner unsatisfied—especially if I’ve been so thoroughly brought to orgasm it’s hard to think straight.
Maybe that’s the reason I stand up on my shaky, wet legs. I go to Booster before he can fully sheath himself in his pants. He looks at me with a curious gaze, and I bite my lip as I nudge his hands away from his cock. It’s nothing to sink to my knees before him. His brows rise; he doesn’t expect the action but I look him in the eye as I dart my tongue out, dragging along the head of his cock.
“Oh, fuck.”
I hold back a grin, collecting all the salty, slick precum that’s collected along the slit of him. I urge him forward, wrapping my lips around his cockhead and, inch by inch, I take him. It’s not an easy feat. Having him wrapped in my hands is a lot different than trying to take him in my mouth. I choke a little, gag. Booster puts a hand in my hair and guides me along.
“You can take it,” he says. “I know you can.”
His encouragement makes me blush, but it doesn’t make me stop. I drag my tongue along him in my mouth, tracing along veins and enjoying the way that he pulses inside me. I wish that he was inside me in another way … filling my aching walls. But I can’t have that right now.
Instead, I bob my head along his cock, slow at first to get a feel, but when I go, I go faster, sucking around him. I take him the way I want him to be fucking me—deep in my throat even when I gag, hard, and slurping to draw him to orgasm.
His hands fist in my hair the way that mine did, and he guides my head roughly as he takes my face. I have to grip his thighs for a bit of balance, but I don’t let up as he growls and groans from above.
“Yeah … god, that’s nice … I bet your pussy is as good as your mouth.”
The words only make me suckle around his length more, wanting to please him—wanting to make him keep wanting me now that we’ve shattered this particular bit of ice. More than anything, I want to drag this out, but I know that I can’t. He has business to attend to …
My hands come up, cupping his balls as I slide my head against him as far as I can go, my nose pressed against his pelvis. I have to breath through my nose; he fills my throat to the hilt and I suck around him as I caress and twist his balls in my hand. They draw up, get tight—
“Ahh—”
Booster holds my head down on him, and I swallow around his cock as he spills inside my throat. Hot and tangy, it coats the back of my tongue and all the way down, flooding into my mouth he cums so hard. Some of it spills out around the corners of my mouth along with spit, dribbling down my chin. It makes me a mess but I don’t come off him—not until it’s Booster gently tugging me off his cock himself.
“Shit …”
That’s a good word for it. I’m breathless and panting and so is he, his tan skin flushed with his arousal. I’m surprised to see his cock is still hard … he could still go if there was time …
Still looking him in the eye, I flick my tongue out, capturing a remnant of dribbling cum from the head of his cock. He shudders and pulls my head away with a light but authoritative tug.
“I’m going to have some fun with you when I’m finally able to get at you,” he tells me. “But that’s eaten up ten minutes of my forty.”
“I understand.”
Booster pulls me up from the floor, and in a move that I’m coming to love, draws me in for a claiming kiss. Our tastes mingle together on our tongues; I like it more than I should.
“I’ll have you,” he says. “You mark my word. Just remember what I said.”
I nod. Everything’s the same, just no other men.
“I know.”
“I’ll be back either later or in the morning. Get yourself some rest; I’m driving you to school.”
In another surprise move, Booster presses a kiss to my forehead. If I didn’t know any better, I would call it a loving gesture—I want it to be a loving gesture, I realize, as he pulls away and I watch him grab his keys and walk out the door.
Alone now, I could swoon. We didn’t even have sex, but I’ve never had a sexual encounter that was so … so …
Mind blowing.
Intense.
Wild.
His words still tingle against my ears, and his hands have left their marks on me in ways that can’t be described. Is this what it’s like to be smitten? Or just really, really in lust?
I can’t say the answer; I don’t know the answer. The only thing that I know is someday, sometime soon, I’m going to have Booster Wylde inside me, and his child growing in me shortly after.
On my way up to his room, I catch the reflection of myself in a mirror in the hallway.
I’m glowing.
And I don’t even have the shame to be embarrassed with myself.
Chapter Nine
Booster
I don’t know what the fuck has happened at the clubhouse, but I’m damn sure not happy about it. It’s fine—whatever. I’ll take care of this, and then soon … Soon, I’ll get back to Lena.
I’m distracted on my drive. All I can think about is having my tongue on and in Lena, tasting her and pleasuring her. My cock still feels the hot cavern of her mouth wrapped tightly around it, and I swear I could get hard with just that thought alone.
I’m so fucked. I’ve found a woman too perfect.
Someone would probably call me crazy for thinking like that, but I don’t really give a fuck. Lena was so receptive to me tonight; I was certain that I would need to show her more of what I had to offer before she gave me what I wanted. But our time together was obviously the catalyst needed in getting Lena in my bed. If it weren’t for duty? I’d turn right the fuck around and consummate our little arrangement right here and now.
As it is, I have shit I have to do.
Going as fast as I am, I get to the clubhouse in record time.
Some sort of fight broke out at the clubhouse, according to Happy when he called me ... The Wylde Ones are a rowdy bunch, and I’m the only one that’s able to keep them in line—when I’m around. It’s Happy’s job to hold down the fort when I’m gone, but Happy doesn’t command the kind of respect that I do, and that’s obviously a problem.
I pull up to the clubhouse. Almost all the bikes are out front, and there’s a large group. It doesn’t look like too much has died down since Happy called me, but at least there are no cops around and no dead bodies. Still … shit like this shouldn’t happen in the first place.
All the more reason for me to have a child, and quick; Happy’s not fit to lead.
I get off my bike and walk over to the crowd. There’s shouting and scuffling still going on. I roll my eyes because, really? Honestly? Is this fucking necessary from grown-ass men? I push through the first layer and when people realize that it’s me, they part like the Red Sea to le
t me through. Good. I don’t intend to be here for long, getting through a bunch of insubordination.
In the center, there are a few of the boys, swinging and cursing up drunken storms. It’s kind of pathetic, when you think about it. Pathetic and highly unnecessary. I roll my eyes, watching for a moment, before I raise my voice.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The boys start upon hearing my voice, and those who were about to swing instantly lower their arms. It’s a response that I like; they know my voice without having to look at me, and they heed my commands when I give them—without question. It might be a bit of a power trip, in all honesty, but I don’t really think too much on that. I’m the president. Their leader. They better damn well listen to me.