Page 71 of Bullet

Locking my hands onto her bare ass and with her legs wrapped around me, I stood.

“Not in this room, but hurry. Bristol was right. I’m not going to be able to stay off your dick.”

“It’s all yours.”

I couldn’t understand the muffled words from her lips as she kissed my neck, dragging her tongue along my jaw, then sweeping into my mouth. Her tongue rolled with mine, sucking and tasting, lips meshing, and sharing breath.

I didn’t need words. Her pussy was soaking my jeans. I strode into the en suite, set her down, and spun her toward the mirror. “Hang on because you’re going to be soaking my cock.” I stared into thosebrown eyes as I stood behind her and pulled one of two condoms from my back pocket. “This is going to be fast and hard.”

“Hurry.” She rose onto her tiptoes. The way her toned body shifted and flexed turned me inside out. Her movements were soft, yet strong, her form graceful, yet hot as fuck, with small breasts, and the prettiest, bald pussy I’d ever seen.

Adrenaline fired through my veins. Muscles bunched in my arms as I forced my jeans around my thighs, sheathed my cock, bent my knees, slid between those plump lips, and crammed her full of cock.

“Oh, fuck.” She braced one hand on the mirror and the other on the counter as I gripped her hips and fucked the shit out of her. With her mouth open, she gasped, and the tight inner walls of her cunt gloved to my shaft, my piercing rubbing against her in all the right spots.

“That’s it, kitten. Tighten those muscles. Choke my dick.” Wet heat surrounded my cock. Her juices dripped onto my balls. “This is all for you. Take my cock like a good girl. You fucking own it.” I slammed into her hard and fast, each thrust taking her off her feet.

She bent over the counter, her legs widened, and her ass hiked in the air. I smacked her buttocks once, gripped the firm muscle, and rammed into her again.

“Oh, god, you feel so good inside me.” With her forehead pressed against the marble vanity, she arched, gaining me another inch of penetration. I surged in, the head of my cock notching the top of her core.

She cried out and shattered. Cream drenched my cock. The squelch of our bodies coming together played in concert with the mewls of pleasure from my woman, and the grunt of power erupting from my chest. I slammed into her, fucking her hard through her climax, triggering my own.

Heat streaked along my spine, and my abdomen clenched. I gripped her hips, plowed into her, anchored her ass to my groin, and shot my load into the thin condom separating us.

As she gasped for breath, I folded my chest over her back, wrapped my arm around her waist, and pinned her down. I licked the drops of sweat from the side of her face. Her heavy breaths matched my own.

Sex had only been entertainment for me. I wasn’t supposed to feel this surge of emotions. With Stormy, I wasn’t just chasing my orgasm. I needed her. She was a salve to my soul.

My knees quavered with the force of my release. I eased my dick out of her, stripped off the condom, and tugged up my jeans. Could she feel the tremble of my hand as I traced her ribs, slid my hand onto her hip, and squatted behind her?

I’d fucked her hard and raw. Her slit glistened with her juices. I tenderly licked her cunt, pressing the flat of my tongue to her heated flesh. She whimpered and widened her stance.

She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Soft and wild, clean with a hint of tanginess. After sucking on her clit one last time, I stood, licked my lips, and rubbed my palm over my goatee.

“I can’t move,” she whispered, but her lips were smiling.

“I’ll carry you.” I banded my arms around her.

A low moan slipped from her lips. “I think I can walk.” She turned in my arms. “Maybe.”

I kissed her nose then followed her into the bedroom. She slipped on her panties and bra and looked around for her jeans.

“Torch is expecting us about eight,” I said and leaned against the wall to wait for her.

She gathered up the dress. “I can’t ride on your bike in this.”

“I guess we have two choices. I’ll talk to the girls. We can use one of their vehicles or we can ride with Torch and Gabi.” I draped my arm around her shoulders as we left the bedroom. “But we’ll be late getting back to the MC. Torch and Gabi are going to stay and play in the club. It’s a sex club. Whips and chains and shit.”

“My choice is a double date with a Dom and his submissive or to ride in one of your pimp mobiles?” She glanced up into my face. “That’s not much of a choice. Do you want to ask me on a double date?”

“Would you say yes?” I played into her teasing.

“Hmm. Will I need a safeword? I mean, whips and chains and shit.”

“How about blindfolds, spankings, and restraints?” I could see her bound to a bed, her arms and legs restrained, and completely under my control. But fuck wanting her quieted with a ball gag. Her feistiness went from her lips to my cock. “How about a pair of steel bracelets?”

“I would think handcuffs would give you nightmares,” she said with a smirk.

---