Page 69 of Single Mom for the Bikers

“And sometimes it does, even if it’s not your fault.”

He leans his head back against the wall, looking at the ceiling. “Then yeah, of course I fucking love you. You, and Mia… Jesus, I’ll do anything for you two, and if you don’t know that by now?—”

“Then I belong here, don’t you think? And you belong here, too. With me. Us. Through the good and bad.”

He pulls me in close, pressing me against him. His heart’s racing.

“I wanna kiss you.”

“Okay.”

“I wanna claim you. If we belong together, I want you to know that you’re mine, and I’m fucking yours.”

I swallow nervously as his words gets heat building inside me. I look up at him, and there’s a smoldering want when he looks at me. “Definitely okay,” I whisper.

He pulls me into a kiss, rolling me over so he’s over me. His tongue battles mine passionately as he pins my one arm to thebed by the wrist and runs his other hand through my hair. He's so much bigger than me that I feel trapped beneath him, but that's exactly where I want to be.

When he finally pulls back, I gasp like I've been underwater while he tosses his cut aside on a chair, quickly followed by twisting his T-shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled planes of muscle that shift and mold to how his body moves. I bite down on my lower lip while I watch him put on a private show, just for me.

“Get fucking naked,” he hisses while he unbuttons his jeans.

The harsh need in his voice has my insides fluttering and a little cherry bomb of heat exploding between my legs. It’s this growly possessiveness that draws me to him, that sexy authority and intensity that I want bossing me around while he turns me to goo on the inside. And I want him comfortable with using it around me again.

I obey as fast as I can, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the floor, following it with my bra. I've barely got my jeans open before he grabs the legs and yanks them down, exposing me to him.

He looks me up and down so intensely that I get a little self-conscious. “Jesus, I could see you naked every day for the rest of my fucking life, and it still wouldn't be enough. Get those damn panties off.” As if to show the way, he yanks his boxer briefs down, exposing his very, very hard erection.

I'm right behind him, skimming my panties down as fast as I can. When I sit up on the bed, he puts my face right on level with his hardness. As I toss my panties aside, I lean forward just enough to place a wet kiss on the slick tip.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He buries his strong fingers in my hair and makes me look up at him, so close that his cock brushes against my cheek. “I don’t fucking deserve you,” he whispers harshly. “Goddamn.”

“Then you better earn it.” I stick my tongue out and touch it to the side of his length while I smile up at him. Thick with blood and heat, he twitches and draws a sharp hiss when I lick him.

“In your mouth, Shel. I wanna see you looking up at me with my cock between your sexy fucking lips.” He guides my head right where he wants it, the tip of him bobbing directly in front of me. “Come on.”

I let him in, tasting his salty need spreading on my tongue. So hot, so smooth and so freaking hard. My lips close tightly around him and I start to bob while sliding my tongue around the underside of the crown. I try to keep my eyes on his the whole time, seeing the need in his greedy gaze. A thick moan echoes deep in his powerful chest, resonating all the way down until I swear I feel it with my lips as his cock vibrates.

“Christ,” he murmurs, guiding me with his grip in my hair. “I can’t promise you that I won’t fuck up.”

He's getting more eager, moving me a little faster, a little deeper, until the blunt head bumps against the roof of my mouth. I love that I'm able to give him this pleasure. That we can please each other. I let him fall from my mouth and look up.

“I don’t need you to be perfect, Phoenix. I need you to never stop trying to be better.”

“Done.”

I don't know how long he takes pleasure from my mouth. Not that I don't enjoy it too, but I'm doing this for him. Because I want him to feel good, even as I luxuriate with his smooth thickness and the slick taste of his cock, utterly natural, completely him.

“No, fuck.” He pulls away so suddenly, I just kind of topple backwards onto the bed. I look up at him, surprised and confused, but the way he's looking at me isn't angry or disappointed, it's horny as hell. “I already know how fucking good you are at sucking cock, and I'm not gonna let you beat me that fucking easy. It's my turn.”

He drops to his knees in front of the bed, and yanks me right up to the edge, then puts his hands behind my knees so he can push them back towards my shoulders, opening me to him completely. I don't even have time to get shy about it, though, before his tongue is sliding through my folds as he devours me. I get out a throaty moan and get a good grip on the sheets, because I think I'm in for a ride.

There's something about a man who’s secure enough to know they have nothing to prove. They aren't afraid to please their women, to drive them crazy. They aren't emasculated by the idea of getting down between the legs of the woman they love and working some magic. Phoenix, Havoc and Sledge all take pride in making me shiver and squirm under them while they make me see stars. And God, are they good at it.

Phoenix traces complex patterns up and down through my lips and around my clit, over and over. That combination of steady stimulation and just enough variety to keep me in suspense, is pure art. I started this with a superheated pool in my belly, but every swipe of his tongue in another drop in the pool, spreading through me, throbbing in time with his insistent licks. My breathcomes in gasps, and I'm balling up the sheets in my fists, needing something to squeeze as hard as I possibly can.

My whimpers turn into groans. My thighs shiver, but with his strength pinning them back, they're not going anywhere. And his tongue just keeps going and going and going. I don't know how long I can take this without exploding.

But then that's the point.

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