Page 15 of Vapor's Blaze

“I trust you way more than I should for not knowing you very long,” she responds thoughtfully as her hand roams over my chest.

I help her out of the rest of her clothing, and she climbs into the oversized sleeping bag.

She leans on one elbow and watches me kick off my pants. Quickly joining her in the sleeping bag, I lower my head to kiss her briefly, before brushing my lips down the side of her neck. She moans and runs her hand through my hair.

Daydreaming about finding my one after spending years playing the field was messing with my mind. How did she move from being my shiny new dance partner with benefits to the woman I want something serious with? I guess that sometimes when you know, you know. That’s what all my club brothers said when they found their old ladies.

We start kissing again, deep and hungry for one another. My mouth drifts from her lips to her neck as I move into place above her. Our naked bodies slide together, and it makes me realize just how soft her skin is. The swells of my big muscles are hard compared to her firm but yielding flesh. I nip playfully at her neck and then lick the sting away.

She moans my name, reminding me of how she shouted my name the last she came with my thick cock inside her excited body.

Her hands ran through my hair as I move down to pleasure her with my mouth. Although I’m moving down eagerly, she also presses me down, pulling me toward her pussy. It felt like a sexy unspoken command and I’m totally there for it. Something about knowing she wants what I have to give, as much as I want to give it, really stokes my lust.

I quickly get lost in the taste of her body and her small cries of pleasure as my tongue swirls around her clit. I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy and run the tip of one finger over her g-spot. Being between her legs is making me lightheaded. Long before I’ve had my fill, she comes hard, and I busy myself licking up her sweet arousal. Suddenly she’s pulling me up and it’s only then that I realize she’s wrapped my long hair around her hand. It’s sweet of her to keep it off my face while I had my head between her legs.

I move my body over hers. “I’ll never get enough of making you come on my tongue, Trix.”

When she pulls back, I say, “Look darlin’, if you just want to cuddle and talk I’d be down for that, I don’t want this to just be a one night thing. We can take it as slow as you want.”

She shakes her head. “No, I can feel that iron bar of yours laying on my stomach. We’d best take care of him before he starts feeling betrayed.”

I feel a grin taking over my face. “He’s been disappointed before. Trust me he’ll get over it.”

When she opens her mouth to object, I interject, “Being denied occasionally is good for him. It teaches discipline.”

“I’d rather have some more of what I got before. I’ve been thinking of you a lot and don’t want to miss my big opportunity to enjoy you while I can.”

“I’m so glad you said that. My cock is aching to be back inside you in the worst way.”

She chuckles. “I can tell because of all the precum.”

I use the sleeping bag to wipe the wetness from her stomach. “Yeah, he gets spitting mad when everyone’s not paying attention to him exclusively. The little fucker is weird that way.”

She reaches down to stroke my thick cock. “I hope you’re not one of those men who names his cock. I’ve always found that to be super weird.”

A needy sound almost like a growl escaped from the back of my throat because her long firm strokes feel so fucking good. “Oh, hell no. My cock doesn’t get a name. Little fucker is self-important enough. If I named him, he’d be ten time worse.”

“Let’s see what he can do,” she says as she flexes her legs that are wrapped around my waist and urges me forward until my cock is notched at her entrance.

“Fuck. You feel amazing tonight,” I gasp.

She responds breathlessly, “It’s because this is a stolen moment. Stolen moments are always better because they’re unexpected and by their very nature slightly forbidden.”

My pretty new woman is not wrong about that. Loving our playful banter, I grin down at her. “I’ve never thought about it, but you’re right.”

Once I’m balls deep inside her, I stop to make sure she’s okay.

“I’m so full of you. I can feel you everywhere.”

“That tight little pussy of yours stretches just enough to let me in and I appreciate that more than you will ever fucking know.”

“You can thank me by moving,” she says playfully.

I pull out, emptying her body of my generous endowment. I throw back my head and plunge back in. Repeating the movement with firm, rhythmic precision until she’s clawing at my chest and moaning my name. Everything about this moment in time is profoundly addictive for me.

I can’t resist looking down into her face as we chase after the pleasure of our stolen moment. Trix is so goddamn pretty. I swear, cute is exactly the word that described her with those brown eyes, flawless creamy skin and adorable turned up nose. I know deep down inside that I’ll never be able to think of her as anything less than perfect. I’m already falling hard and fast for her and that is not a very good idea because she’s associated with the Hellfire Hounds, our bitter enemies. I hate to think what they might do if they discover she’s been hooking up with a patched member from a rival MC.

I’m brought back from my worries by the sound of her voice. She’s telling me that I’m the best and how good I feel. Everything about this experience calls to me as a man.

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