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Closing my eyes, my nostrils flare as I suck in her faint scent that still lingers in the air, and I work my palm up and down my cock. I turn my body slightly to give Vayda a show. I let her see how much she affects me; how hard my cock is for her. What I'm doing is so fucking wrong on more levels than I can count, yet I am powerless to stop it. When this thing between Vayda and I is said and done, she is going to hate me. When she discovers the truth, unlocking a world of hurt and betrayal, I'm going to hate myself. And since I'm most likely going to hell for my many sins, I may as well have a little taste of heaven on earth while I can. I'm going to give in to my desires and fall headfirst into the abyss. Because the force that woman has on me leaves no other choice. It's just too bad it's not Vayda's pussy squeezing the hell out of my dick right now. On that thought, I open my eyes, turn my head, and stare out the glass door of the shower.
The steam of the hot water and the darkness of the bedroom, make it impossible for me to make eye contact with the woman who I know is watching me work my cock. I can feel her heated gaze seering straight through me. Vayda's gaze is what has a familiar tingle shooting up the base of my spine as my balls draw up. My jaw tenses as my fist continues to tug on my cock, drawing my orgasm from my body. I growl out Vayda's name the moment my release barrels through me. I refuse to break the invisible, yet tangible connection Vayda and I are currently locked in. Not until I have stroked every last drop of cum from my cock, and it washes down the drain.
Once I have finished with my shower and given my cock some much-needed relief, I dress in a pair of black boxer briefs. Flicking the light off, I step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
As expected, Vayda lies awake in bed, utterly unembarrassed about being caught watching me jack off in the shower. That's Vayda for you though. She's not one to shy away and get embarrassed easily. She also has never hidden her attraction for me. Unmoving, I stay rooted in place while the two of us engage in some silent stare-off. Something we seem do a lot of lately. Both are waiting to see what the other will say or do first. Vayda's looks are one of a challenge—always has been. My stares are usually one I try to mask with indifference. My mask is a lie except for tonight. Tonight, there is only truth in my gaze. My truth…want. I want this beautiful creature lying in front of me so bad my fingers twitch at my sides with the thought of touching her. I came in the shower, not ten minutes ago, and already my dick is standing at attention. Vayda notices too because she breaks eye contact long enough for her eyes to travel south. Her breath hitches. Not only does her breathing change right before me, but the blanket covering her body rustles as she starts rubbing her thighs together. Vayda aches for me, her pussy desperate for relief.
Tossing all boundaries between us out the window, I cross the distance between us in three long strides where I come to stand beside the bed. Vayda's breathing intensifies with my being so close. Without a second thought, I drop to one knee while tossing the blanket to the side in one fell swoop to find Vayda wearing nothing. "I would ask if you liked what you saw, but I can smell your pussy from here, and your pussy says you did." I rest my heavy palm at the top of Vayda's stomach, my fingers barely caressing her soft skin. A tiny moan escapes her lips as her eyes glaze over with lust. "Does that sweet pussy ache, baby?"
"Yes," Vayda rasps. "Make it go away."
"I'll make you feel better, baby." I bring my mouth next to her ear where I can't help but inhale her intoxicating scent. "You have to be still for me, though. I don't want you hurting yourself. Can you do that for me? Can you lay still while I take care of this pussy; make it feel better?"
"God, yes, Malik. I'll do anything so long as you touch me. I need you to touch me." Vayda's words drip with desperation.
Rearing back, a mere inch, I keep my face directly in front of hers. My eyes stay locked on Vayda's while my hand slides further south until the tips of my fingers brush over her throbbing, wet clit. Vayda sucks in a sharp breath.
"Malik."
"So fuckin' wet for me." My finger slips through her slit, gathering her wetness before sinking into her tight hole. Curving upward, I find her sweet spot the same time my palm presses down on her clit. Adding a second finger, I start to thrust in and out while making sure to pay special attention to both places that have her on the verge of combustion. "The next time I make you come, it's going to be with my mouth. I can't wait to have you sit on my face so I can fuck you with my tongue and take everything your greedy pussy wants to give me." My promise causes Vayda's eyes to flair. "You want that, don't you, baby? You want to climb on my face and let me eat that pussy until I get my fill."
Overcome with pleasure and unable to speak, Vayda nods. I know she is close and, on the verge of coming when her heat floods my palm and her walls begin to flutter around my fingers. She was already on edge, so it doesn't take long for her orgasm to build. Her pussy hasn't come yet, and it's squeezing the hell out of my finger. I can't imagine what it will feel like when I get my cock in there.
When Vayda starts to chase her release by wiggling her hips, my movements pause.
"No, Malik! Don't stop. I was close."
"I told you not to move."
Vayda glares. "I won't. Just don't stop."
Giving her what she needs, I continue my ministrations. When I enter her pussy a second time and zero in on her g-spot, her walls clamp down around my fingers. Snaking my free hand under Vayda's head, I lean down and cover her mouth with my own, swallowing her orgasm. I wait for the last spasm to wreck her body before reluctantly releasing her lips and slipping my hand from between us. Leaning back, I take in the sated, dreamy look on Vayda's face. I have a feeling it will become one of my favorite looks on her; one I'll make sure she wears often. A woman like Vayda deserves all the pleasures of the world. And with her heat still coating my hand, I do something I have been dying to do for longer than I care to admit. I bring my fingers to my mouth and take the first taste of my woman. Vayda's golden irises track my movement as I do. "You taste just like I knew you would."
"And what's that?" she asks her voice raspy.
"Like heaven on earth."
* * *
The next morning,I arrive at the clubhouse around 10:00 am. After I made breakfast for Vayda, she surprised me by asking if Josie would be back over to visit her today. I wasn't surprised to find the two have become friends. Knowing Josie, she had a conversation with Vayda putting her mind at ease about things between us.
"Hey, brother. You ready to get on the road?" Riggs asks when I climb off my bike. The club is heading to Lake Charles today for a charity event. Clubs from the surrounding states will meet up with us to raise money for our veterans—a cause Riggs and I are passionate about and take part in every year for the last four years. There will be live music, food trucks, raffles, and all sorts of fun and games for the kids. The event is family friendly and pulls in hundreds of spectators. Last year we raised nearly seventy thousand dollars. Our goal this year is one hundred thousand. Although I suspect the turnout will be much larger considering we got a call last month from Quinn, a member of our Montana chapter, saying his wife arranged for her brother's band to play at this year's event. East of Addiction is known all over the world, and we lucked out, getting them to donate their time. It pays to have connections.
"Yeah, Prez. I'm good to go."
Riggs strides up to me with Luna at his side. She will be making the three-hour trip with us along with Piper, who will be riding with her dad.
"I talked to Chief Richards this morning. He said he would have one of his men stationed outside your place while we are gone. Just to be on the safe side. Also, Josie is on her way over there now to hang with your girl."
This is why I'd do anything for the man standing in front of me. "Thanks, Prez. I appreciate ya looking out for her."
"We take care of our own."
Halfway to Lake Charles, we meet up with Knight Warriors MC from Rockwood, Tennessee. Grizz and his men, Smokey, Skinner, and Gunner were stopped at a gas station where we had made a pit stop. Their club has participated in the same charity event each year it's been held. Although this is the first time I've seen a woman on the back of their president's bike. Grizz introduced Noel as his Old Lady. Grizz and his men are reliable, and the two clubs get along well.
We arrive at the location of the event to see Easton and his band already here and ready to set up. The other guys and I pull up and park right next to their tour bus, our engines alerting them to our arrival. Easton steps out of the bus and strides up to Riggs, offering him a hand. He does the same with me.
"We're glad you could make it, man," I tell him.
