Page 24 of What He Wants

“In time, baby.” Without warning he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I barely had enough time to scoot myself up the bed before he fell between my legs. His powerful hands gripped my thighs, and then he was pushing my legs further apart, making room for his wide shoulders. Within seconds he was back to lapping at my pussy, and I sank onto the bed in bliss.

“Oh. God.” The scruff on his face scraped my inner thighs. His tongue licked and nipped my pussy lips and clit, while his fingers invaded my body. First one, and as I arched high with vocal pleasure he added two more. As my orgasm grew, so did a scream, and I jammed my fist into my mouth to drown it out.

Everything inside me gathered in my core, only to release in a tremendous gush of wet rapture so intense that I thought I might black out. White stars danced behind my closed eyes when I lost my breath. I arched high against Big John’s mouth and fingers, silently demanding more, willing my orgasm to go on and on, convulsing out of control.

I’d barely come down to earth when I opened my eyes to see Big John jackknife up, remove his cut and the tee beneath, his eyes never leaving mine, his breath harsh and choppy. His hands made quick work at undoing his pants, and then he kicked off his boots and removed them. My eyes rounded when I realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It didn’t matter, though, because every square inch of the magnificent body he’d exposed to me took my breath away.

He was built like a freaking God! What I’d only suspected before came to light as he peeled away layer after layer of clothing to reveal hard, defined muscles covered in bad-ass tattoos of skulls, motorcycles, the Phantom Riders MC logo right across his chest, and plenty of tribal ink. Big John was a walking masterpiece of panty-melting hulk.

He was a big, bad-ass hulk with a hulking big cock. It was so big that it curled right up to his lower abdomen. The wide slit in the mushroom-shaped head glistened with pearly pre-cum. As I watched, Big John curled his hand around his bobbing cock and gave it a few rough tugs, causing a drop of cum to leave a track beneath his bellybutton. I was so turned-on by the man’s appearance that I had a mini orgasm.

A crooked grin spread across his mouth. The bastard. Nothing got past him. He didn’t waste any time in dropping back down onto the bed and covering my body. I felt his monster cock right at my opening, throbbing against my swollen pussy. “Hell, I’d like to fuck you raw.”

I knew what he was saying, and I was stupid for wishing the same thing. I wanted to feel him without anything between us, wondered what it would feel like to have him shoot his seed inside me. The image made me grow hotter, but the reality was that this might be our one and only time together, and I couldn’t take the chance. I couldn’t trust Big John. I might just be another notch on his bedpost that he could brag to his brothers about.

I felt him move between our bodies, realizing that he was slipping on a condom. Anticipation at the thought of what it would feel like for him to slide into me made me twist and gyrate beneath his heavy weight. I reached up and nipped at his chin. He jerked back in surprise, but there was humor in his eyes. “Fuck me,” I encouraged softly.

He grunted and grabbed his cock, running the tip up and down my slit before settling it at the entrance to my pussy. He slammed his mouth down onto mine at the same time he slammed his hips forward, penetrating my body with one forceful plunge that vibrated through my whole being. The stretch and burn of his entry lasted only until he began to move. As our tongues meshed and danced around each other, I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, which were slow at first, then picked up speed.

“You’re tight as fuck, baby,” he grunted. “Just like I knew you would be.”

I dug my nails down Big John’s back, feeling him stiffen slightly as he continued to fuck me. “Are you complaining?” I teased, out of breath. I sucked in my breath when he pulled away.

“Fuck, no,” he breathed heavily against the side of my neck, turning his face and putting his lips against my skin.

I felt him kiss and suck me there, too involved in what we were doing to worry about any lingering proof of what we’d done. He was skewering me in the most delicious way, expertly stroking that elusive erroneous zone located just past my entrance in my upper wall. Another orgasm blossomed in my core.

My hands roamed down Big John’s body, feeling the muscles flex in his back, reveling in the feel of his rock-hard buttocks as the cheeks loosened and tightened with his thrusts. His strokes were so powerful that every time he entered me the force pushed me further up the bed. Little grunts passed through my lips, louder, harsher grunts escaped his.

“Big John!” I cried out. I was going to come.

He pulled out, flipped me onto my belly, and pulled me up on my knees before I could crash. In the next instant his cock was slipping into me from behind, the angle making him feel even bigger and longer. My pussy walls swelled and squeezed around his cock as he pumped his way to my soul. My orgasm was on the fast track, and it surged up and over the peak of no return. As I convulsed, Big John’s hands cupped my swaying breasts and tweaked my nipples.

“I’m coming!” I cried out, slamming my butt against his loins. The hair that had escaped my braid clung to me in wet strands, and sweat dripped off the tip of my nose. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I chanted, feeling my body pulse strongly around his cock.

“Aaaaggghhhh!” Big John grunted loudly, holding himself still inside my body. Even through the condom I could feel the explosive violence of his release, could feel every jerk of his cock as he filled the condom with his seed. “Oh, shit!” His hot breath bathed my shoulder.

The hands at my hips held me in place, which was a good thing, because his big body was shuddering so hard that he could have easily severed our intimate connection. As orgasmic bliss claimed us, and gradually our body’s movements slowed down, our breathing calmed. Big John seemed content to remain inside my body, even when his cock was spent. I found that I enjoyed his weight on me. I liked his heavy muscles crushed against my softer body. His warmth cloaked my back where he’d collapsed against me.

He moved. We both moaned. Big John kneeled up, pulling his deflated cock out. Once he moved off the bed, I was able to turn on my back and collapse against the cool sheets. Silently, I watched him remove the full condom and disappear into the bathroom with it. Then I heard the toilet flush and the water running. I didn’t realize that he was getting a shower until I heard the glass door close.

Wow. He wasn’t one to cuddle after sex, or for conversation. Paul hadn’t been, either, but at least there was one big difference between them. Where Paul could not have cared less about seeing to my needs once he’d come, Big John had been a considerate lover, seeing to mine first. I wondered if he were as considerate with his other women. I pushed that thought from my head,reminding myself that I wasn’t one of his women.

I wasn’t his anything.

Chapter 11

Big John

I was a fucking bastard. I’d treated Daisy just like a club whore once I’d pulled my wilted dick from her body. I’d left her there, taken care of the condom like I usually did, and decided to take a shower, hoping she’d be gone when I came out. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. She wasn’t a sweetbutt and she hadn’t deserved my cold indifference. She’d given me the best fuck of my life, but what terrified me was the way I’d begun to think of her during it.

Mine.

The same fucking thing I’d thought of the instant that I’d locked eyes with her that first day in her salon.

Mine.

Christ. I wanted her as mine.

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