Page 44 of What He Wants

He pulled back far enough that I could see his face. “Big John!” I blinked several times to make sure that my eyes were focused and that I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. He was black and blue, and there was a nasty-looking cut on his cheek. His lips were swollen, too, which made me wonder how he’d managed to kiss me so hard, and I thought about the orgasm he’d given me earlier. “Your face!” I gasped, bringing my hands up to cradle his cheeks with concern. “What happened?”

Our gazes met and held. I could see the arousal in his, but his hesitation told me that he was thinking over his words. “I’m good, babe.”

If he thought ‘I’m good, babe’ was going to pacify me, he had a lot to learn about me. “Really? Because you look like shit.” He laughed at my passionate outburst. “It’s not funny, Big John. I−” Oh, God, I choked up as emotions I hadn’t expected to bubble up got the best of me. It was obvious that he’d been in a fight, and that he’d been hurt. It hurt to look at him, but I pulled myself together because, after all, this was Big John, and he was Phantom Riders’ club enforcer. I was sure that fighting was the least of his talents. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“All’s in working order,” he said, thrusting his cock against me. “Want me to prove it?” he teased, kissing my nose.

God, help me, even with all his cuts and bruises I wanted him to prove it. I wanted him to bury his cock into me and make me his. All that mattered right then was that he was alive and with me, and whatever had happened before he got there was over. Talk would come later. Right now I just wanted to feel, to embrace the knowledge that he was there. I raised my pelvis into his loins. “Yes,” I said with a little fire, because I was still upset over his face being messed up. “Show me everything is still working, because the only thing moving right now is your mouth.”

His eyes widened with amusement, and then he reached for something under his pillow. It was a condom, which he promptly tore open with his teeth, removed from the package, and then calmly handed to me. He lifted his body away from mine so I could roll the latex over his length. I pulled a groan from him by giving his cock a good squeeze and a few pumps of my fist. I would have done it for as long as he’d let me. As he lowered his body back down onto mine, his mouth latched on to a nipple.

Instant pleasure shot through me. I buried my head into the pillow and arched my body in offering. Big John seemed content to love my breasts and nipples, his hands smoothing up and down my body while he thrust his cock against my pelvis. I wanted him inside, trying to twist into a position that would allow him to enter me, but he seemed just as determined to prolong my yearning.

“What do you want, baby?” he rasped against my breast.

“Stop teasing me. You know what I want.” I caught my breath when he took a nipple between his teeth. I got his message loud and clear. “Okay, I want your cock inside me!” He licked the nipple he’d just pinched and captured my gaze. “Now, Big John.”

With a masculine laugh of triumph, he took my hips and flipped me onto my belly. He wanted to fuck me from behind? I was all for that, but before I had a chance to move into position his hands were at my hips and he was pulling me up on my knees until my ass was in the air, and I felt a small pang of self-consciousness at the size. I moaned when his hands began to smooth over it.

“Love this ass,” he said with a low growl, squeezing the cheeks now. My eyes widened with surprise when I felt his mouth against me. I automatically jerked forward. “Don’t move.” He slapped one cheek, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to get my attention. I immediately moved back into position. His hand spread over where his slap had landed. “You’re fucking sexy, baby. You keep my dick hard.”

His words turned me on. The kisses he placed on both cheeks caused me to drip with arousal. I whimpered and moaned, pushing into the mouth that was moving over me. Big John made his way toward my pussy, and then I felt his tongue lick me from the front to the back, continuing up to my anus. I jerked forward when his tongue swept over the forbidden star.

Slap!

“Ouch!”That one hurt. I moved back and glared over my shoulder at him, which was futile, because he was staring down at my ass.

“When you’re in this position you don’t fucking move,” he practically snarled. His expression was tight with lust, his eyes practically black. His gaze shifted up to mine. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want, Daisy.” He hesitated. “Okay?”

I slowly nodded and turned away, quivering at the primal hunger on his unyielding face. Before I could draw another breath, his hands returned to my hips and he was thrusting forward, penetrating my pussy from behind. It wasn’t a slow possession. He buried his big dick to the hilt in a rough thrust that would have sent me flying forward if not for the hands that were clenching my sides. I moaned at the feeling of fullness that having him inside me produced. He held himself still for a minute, letting my body adjust to him, and then he began to move with purpose.

“Jesus, you feel good around my dick.” His thrusts were deep and steady, and I could hear his breathing pick up. “Someday I’m going to find out how tight your pretty ass is.”

I closed my eyes, which magnified the pleasure he was giving me. I’d never enjoyed anal sex, but somehow the thought of Big John fucking me there only made me hotter. I trusted him not to hurt or degrade me. He’d already proven that he wasn’t a selfish lover.

My entire body was jolting violently from his pounding, but I was loving his fierce possession. He brought his hands around to my swaying breasts, lifting and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples until I moaned loudly. I pushed into his thrusts, relishing in the sound and feel of his balls slapping noisily against me. He grunted every time he bottomed out.

“Oh, God, Big John,” I whimpered. “You feel so fucking good inside me.” I felt my orgasm climbing. “Please don’t stop.”

“Have no intention of that, baby,” he said hoarsely. Yet suddenly he was doing just that.

He pulled out, and the emptiness that followed was cold and abrupt. I opened my mouth to complain, when he kissed each cheek of my butt and then he was flipping me around while going down at the same time. I ended up straddling Big John, his cock buried even deeper inside me, if that were possible. I let out a cry of pleasure, glancing down into his smug, self-satisfied smile.

“Ride me, baby.”

His hands were at my waist, and before long I was doing just that. Each time I sank down onto his length I ground my clit against his loins. It felt like a tight bubble getting ready to burst. So sensitive that it was almost painful, but I knew that the end result would be worth it. As I moved down, Big John thrust up, meeting me halfway, our eyes locking with passion and promises, before his flickered down to my breasts. He reached up and palmed them, running his thumb over the erect nipples. I threw my head back and shivered wildly.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said roughly, massaging them. He tugged on them, persuading me to lean over him so that they were dangling close to his mouth. My orgasm was right there, ready to tip over the edge, getting the push it needed when he began to lick and bite at my swollen flesh.

“Awwwwwwwww!” I cried out, twitching uncontrollably as I tightened around his cock and exploded. “Ohmygod!”

He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, adding longevity to the intensity and the convulsions that were claiming my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled me down flush against his torso and climaxed against my cervix. I was surprised at the power of his ejaculations with the condom between us, surprised that I could feel each one. When it was over, and there was nothing left but our heavy breathing in the room, we just lay there with our own thoughts.

“You okay?” I asked him some time later, because he’d asked me that before.

A short bark of laughter caused his body to shake beneath me. “I’m good. A little sore.”

I pulled back to meet his eyes. “From the fight, or was I that rough?” I teased.

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