Page 72 of Flyboy's Nightingale
We make it to the door, pushing it open. We barely make it through before our mouths are connected. Flyboy slowly backs me to the bed, and when my knees come into contact with the frame, I fall back, laid open for him. Flyboy leans forward, running his hands up my thighs to my waist.
He looks up at me. “This isn’t going to be slow and easy. I need you too much. Can you handle that? Can you take me as I am?” He kisses across my belly as he slides my pants and panties down my legs.
“I’m yours to do with as you need.” I moan when he nips my mound.
“That’s what I needed to hear.” He reaches out, pulling me to my feet. “Turn around and take your shirt and bra off. When you're done, bend over and place your hands on the mattress.”
I pause for a split second; apprehension washes over me. That feeling flees just as fast when Flyboy runs a finger through my slick folds, groaning at how wet I am. I turn, pulling my shirt and sports bra over my head. When my back is to him, Flyboy slides his hands over my hips, up my belly, and cups my breasts.At the same time, he grinds his rock hard erection into the crack of my ass.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re so fucking soft. These tits are perfect for my hands. Your nipples are so hard, just begging to be loved.” Flyboy pinches my nipples at the same time that he says the words.
I arch back into his erection, needing more of him.
“Take me, baby. I want to feel you deeply. Stretch me to the point of pain.” I lay my head back on his shoulder, trying to take in all the sensations surrounding me.
“Bend over for me, Riles. Show me that perfect ass of yours.” Flyboy lets me go and I do as he says, falling so my hands are propped up on the bed.
“This ass is a dream,” Flyboy says, just before a slap lands on my ass.
I drop my head, moaning at the sensation.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Are you ready, Riley?” Flyboy asks as I feel the head of his cock notched at my entrance.
Unable to wait any more, I push back against him, trying to take him inside of me.
“Patience.”
“I can’t, Flyboy. You said—” All words and thoughts stop when in one stroke, he’s balls deep inside of me.
“So fucking tight! Every fucking time,” Flyboy grits though clenched teeth as he takes ahold of my hips.
His rhythm is relentless and unforgiving. He pounds into me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The orgasm building inside of me is so big that I know nothing will ever compare to it. My arms start shaking, to the point they give out bringing me to my knees, changing the angle enough to shatter me.
“Flyboy, I can’t hold it,” I nearly scream.
“Don’t hold it, baby. Give it to me,” he grits out. “Fuck, so tight. You’re going to take me with you. Now, Riley! Cum now!”
And I do! I shatter around this man's cock. My world spins on its axis, and then, soft blankets are pulled over me, dragging me into the darkness that only pure exhaustion can bring.
I awaken abruptly, sweaty, and shaky. Flyboy is hovering over me with a look of worry and fear written all over his face.
“Riley, come on, baby. Talk to me. Wake up, please,” Flyboy begs.
“I’m awake,” I squeak out.
“Thank fuck. You were whimpering and shaking,” he murmurs, laying down and pulling me onto his chest.
“I’m sorry! I haven’t had a night terror like that in a long time.” I scratch the tattoo on his chest, trying to figure out what the dream was.
“You want to tell me about it?” Flyboy kisses the top of my head.
“That’s the worst damn part. All I can ever remember is the fear, anguish, and panic. There’s no real dream to remember.” I’m honest with him.
“You want to talk about what you did yesterday? Maybe that’s what's causing them to start back up. It’s the only way I was ever able to deal with mine,” Flyboy tells me.
“I mean, I killed someone. I know the man was scum of the earth, so I did the world a favor by getting rid of him. But I fucking killed someone.” I know I sound hysterical, but I mean, how else is someone supposed to sound?
“I wish you’d have let us handle it. Anytime you need to talk about it, or run it by someone, you do it. It’s technically club business, so a brother is the best one to approach to get it offof your chest. So, tell me everything you can,” Flyboy matter-of-factly states.
