Page 43 of Rebel

When he gathered my hair again, and guided my head back down, I worried for a second about him forcing my head down and gagging me on his cock. Then I remember who I was with. Rebel wouldn’t do something like that because he actually cared about me.

I went willingly where he led, and when my hands came out around his cock this time I was intent upon doing what he asked. I went slow and took my time giving him the pleasure he so richly deserved. Each sweep of my tongue against his heated flesh was a loving caress, meant not only to pleasure him, but to communicate how much I cared about making this night goodfor him. And my hot biker ate it up with a spoon loving how I worshipped his body.

When I felt his cock throbbing against my tongue, I knew he was about to come. Rebel did too. He pulled out and put his free hand over mine guiding his cock towards my chest. I felt the warm splashes of his seed marking my breasts and brought my hands up to rub it in before it could drip down my body. I was so turned on that I found myself squeezing and massaging my breasts as I rubbed his come into my skin. He immediately dragged me up and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. Between kisses he murmured, “That’s the sweetest blow job I’ve ever had.”

Before I could get my head around what was happening, he had got to his feet and was pulling my jeans and panties off in one fell swoop. My shoes were long gone, left by the front door. Instead he moved me to his bed and pulled my naked body to the edge like he did last time. Then he was standing over me naked.

Looking like the sexiest man alive, he was all sexy muscles and intricate tattoos. My hand went up to touch one tattoo that looked like someone shot a bullet though glass. I was surprised to find a piece of round scar tissue in the middle of the image. His hand came up to cover mine. Guiding my fingers from one tattoo to another, he explained, “This, this, and this, are all bullet holes from being shot in Afghanistan.”

He moved my hand to the crease of his elbow where there was a long thick scar. “That’s where I got hit with an axe by my cousin when I was twelve. Took twenty-three stitches to close.” A smile ghosted over his mouth. “Little dude was grounded for almost a year.”

He brought my hand to a scar on the right side of his neck. “This is where my father tried to slit my throat when I was fourteen. Thirty-seven stitches is what it took for my mother to finally throw him out.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry that happened to you.” I cupped his face and pulled him down for a long, bittersweet kiss. A reward for him finally sharing personal things about himself that I was certain he rarely talked about with other people. This had clearly been a gesture of trust for him.

I murmured against his mouth. “All your secrets are safe with me.”

He pulled back and gazed down into my eyes. “I know. It’s been a long time since I trusted another person like I trust you, Lacey. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. As long as we’re together, I won’t ever take you for granted. You know that, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Same here. I won’t ever betray your trust, take you for granted, or put you second to another living soul.”

His lips drifted down to mine again and he poured all his tenderness and passion into a kiss that was meant to seal us together. After running his fingers through my slit, he murmured, “You’re so wet for me.”

“Wet and eager to be filled up by you,” I whispered back boldly.

“Fuck, I love hearing that kind of shit from you,” he said before reaching down to position the head of his cock where I needed it to be.

I brought my legs up around his waist and mentally prepared myself for all the orgasms that were sure to come. Instead of going full force in one thrust, Rebel was careful with my body. He rocked himself back and forth, slowly filling me with his thick cock. And boy did I feel every inch of him, along with an ever-so-slight ache of being stretched open by him. When he finally bottomed out, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“You okay, sweetness?” Rebel’s voice was deep and concerned.

I realized that my expression had been strained, so I forced myself to nod and smile. “Yeah, of course I am. You weren’t joking when you said you can be a pussy full.”

He choked out a stunned laugh. “You always manage to surprise me. You ready to have your first orgasm of the night?”

“I’m dying for it,” I told him, enjoying every moment of being with this big biker with a heart of gold.

When he pulled out and thrust back in, I almost came immediately, “Wow, that was a lot.”

“Yeah, and there’s plenty more where that came from.”

I relaxed back onto the bed, and he started out slow and before he really got going, my first orgasm caught me by surprise. It was weird that I didn’t feel it building to such an intensity.

Rebel slowed down to give me a minute to catch my breath and then sped up again. Only this time he bent down to kiss me, before teasing my nipples in turn with his mouth. The sucking, nipping, licking, and scraping the tip with the blunt edge of histeeth catapulted me forward to my second orgasm. It hit with enough force to take my breath away.

Rebel sputtered something about how no woman had ever clamped down so hard on his cock before. I sucked in enough air to breathe but was past being able to formulate a response to his roughly spoken words. He was totally in the zone, his eyes glazed over with lust. Little did he know but his cock wasn’t the only magnificent thing about him tonight.

As he was slowly edging me towards my third orgasm, my hands roamed over his body, needing the connection that touching him provided. He glanced down at one of my hands and his expression softened. He picked up his pace and stilled inside me as he came. Something about the throb of his cock was just enough to trigger my final orgasm. I came while he was still shooting inside me. Coming together felt intimate and loving.

When he rolled us over, I ended up sprawled over him with his cock still jerking slightly. We were both out of breath and covered in a soft sheen of sweat. I could hear the strong beat of his heart because my cheek was laid against his chest.

After a few moments I recovered my ability to make words. “That was amazing,” I said.

“Everything with you, always is amazing,” Rebel whispered as he slid his arm around my back to hold me closer.

Something about his softly spoken words hit me right in the feels because he sounded warm and earnest. In that moment, I knew for certain that he was my one.

Chapter 16

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