Page 75 of Chains

While I was fighting the sexual tension between us for the sake of all the people surrounding us, he seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, casually talking to his club brothers while I was stewing and needy the whole evening. I jumped off his lap, ignoring the bulge in his jeans as I silently made my way into the bathroom.

Locking myself inside, I stared at my reflection, splashing some cool water on my heated cheeks; jumping when there was a sharp knock at the door barely minutes later.

“It’s taken.” I call out, hopefully whoever’s there will take the hint and leave?

“Open the fucking door, little one. It’s me.” I hear Chains growl on the other side.

Taking a deep breath, I unlatch the door, standing with my hip cocked and my hand resting on it. If he was going to chew me out about leaving the party and being rude to his club, he could just—I didn’t get to finish my thought when he pushed through and slammed the door shut, locking it again.

The breath whooshes from my body when he then pushes me up against the wall of the bathroom, my eyes wide as I look up at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” he asks softly, nudging his nose into my neck, and I couldn’t stop the small moan from escaping even if I wanted to.

“Yes. You.” I tell him unashamedly.

“Having you on my lap all night, knowing your hot cunt was bare, made my cock hard for you all night,” he speaks gruffly, almost as though he were in pain. I couldn’t help the small grin of satisfaction take over my face.

“This is going to be hard and fast. Turn around.” he orders me, not waiting for me to do it before spinning me around to face the tiled wall, my cheek pressed against it.

I gasp with a mixture of shock and excitement when his roving hand slides up my leg, over my inner thigh, his fingers finally coming into contact with the spot I was aching for him to touch all night.

Feeling the wetness there, he chuckles in my ear, slowly lifting my dress over my ass, slapping one ass cheek hard enough that I flinch, soothing with the soft touch of his palm. Doing exactly the same to the other one. I arch into him involuntarily.

“I should punish you for being around my club brothers with no panties on,” he continues, sliding his fingers through my folds. “But the thought of you like this turns me the fuck on.” When two of his thick fingers breach my entrance and slide inside easily, I groan, my cheek still pressed against the tiled wall.

“What do you want, little one?”

“You.” I answer simply, but that’s not enough for him, since he removes his fingers from me.

“What part of me do you want?” he asks, arched over my back, his tongue and teeth doing wild things to the shell of my ear.

“All of you.” I almost scream. “But right now, I want you to fill me up with your cock.”

“Whatever my woman wants, my woman gets,” he replies, before I hear the clink of his belt and his zipper being lowered. Finally, he thrusts inside me to the hilt, and we both groan in unison.

Feeling him inside me, filling me up, is a feeling I never want to go without. I love this man; I’ve loved him since I was a young girl.

“I love it when your hot, tight pussy squeezes my cock so hard, baby. Feels so good.” He growls, thrusting in and out of me as I push back, loving the feel of him so deeply inside of me And I never want him to stop.

“Come for me, baby, I’m barely holding on. Your hot little cunt is squeezing the life out of my cock.” Chains growls out.

My orgasm is just out of reach until he slides his hand down, and rubs my hard clit, pinching it hard between his fingers, ensuring I fall over the edge in seconds flat. My nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, as he follows me over almost immediately after on a roar.

Both our breathing heavy, Chains lowers his head to my throat, biting the skin there, before soothing the bite with his tongue.

I jerk. “You’re not giving me a hickey, are you?”

“Damn right I am,” he replies.

“But everyone will know what we’ve just done,” I tell him, trying to push out of his arms, but he won’t let me, wrapping them tightly around me.

“That’s the whole point. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

“That’s what the jacket is for.” I tell him dryly, to which he only chuckles. Asshole.

He helps me dress, and I curse my decision to leave out my panties because now I can feel his come running down my inner thighs. I quickly grab a wad of toilet paper and wipe myself down.

Chains had gotten quiet, and I look up to see him watching me closely.

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