Page 48 of Property of Bigfoot
“Your mom was telling me what it would be like to be an ol’ lady.”
“Oh yeah? I can’t imagine she told you how good all the orgasms would be.”
“Eww, why would she tell me that?”
“She wouldn’t, but that’s the perk I have to offer and it’s better than anything my mom could have told you.”
I laughed at him again. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, that might be so, but Sammy, I’m your fucking idiot for as long as you’ll have me.”
“I’m tired of fighting this thing between us. Hawk doesn’t seem to hold it against me that I was the stranger in the hospital with you. I think I have my brother to thank for that, though. He helped break the ice between us.”
“That’s good.”
“It is because it’s important. Your parents seemed lovely, even though I’m a little concerned for your dad’s safety at the moment.”
“He’ll be fine.” Bigfoot chuckled as he unlocked the door and tugged me into his room. “Now, let’s leave all that bullshit out there because,” He turned to lock the door behind us, “this is our space in here right now. We both need a break from the constant family and club bullshit that keeps hitting us from every side. What do you say we strip down again and take that nap we planned on earlier?”
“Aww, I forgot you’re an old man. See, earlier, I thought we were stripping down to do what naked people do under the covers.” I winked at him as I tugged my shirt up over my head. “Here’s a hint, it has nothing to do with sleeping.”
Our clothes disappeared before I could even blink. “I’ll show you what my age really means.”
“That you’re going to only be able to get it up once?” I teased.
“Fuck that, you’re going to see how different it is to be with someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.”
“So, you’re telling me that 24-year-old Bigfoot was a minute man with no skill?”
“Keep taunting me brat,” he said as he yanked my panties off and smacked my ass.
“If you promise to keep spanking me like that, I might continue to be a brat.”
He smacked my ass again and then grabbed a handful as he growled into my ear. “Baby, be glad I don’t have full use of two hands right now. You’d be red as a cherry right here,” he explained as he gripped my ass cheek harder.
“I guess we’ll have something to look forward to when you heal. Now, tell me what’s going to work best for you because I know those ribs aren’t all the way healed up yet.”
“As much as I want to throw you down on your hands and knees and take you hard right now, I think it might be best if you ride me instead.”
“I can do that,” I teased him as I leaned down and placed the tiniest whisper of a kiss on his cock head. “Now, get your ass on that bed and get comfortable.”
“Yes ma’am.”
One of the reasons I was so drawn to Bigfoot was his overbearing demeanor. I wanted him to take charge of me, toss me around, and fuck me stupid. That was the fantasy. The reality with him still recuperating was a little bit different. It was a challenge, and I wanted to rise to the occasion and make the most of it for both of us.
After he got into position, comfortably relaxed against a stack of pillows propped up by his headboard, I slowly made my way up his body. I started at his ankles - because feet were gross, especially fresh out of a biker’s boots. “Your mom three-naming you was the first time I knew your full name,” I said that in between kissing my way up his thighs.
“All you had to do was ask, baby.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-four, but you already knew that, since I went to school with Brady.”
“I knew you were around there. You could have been held back a year or started late or something.”
“Baby, I really want you to get to know as much about me as you want, but can we postpone the getting to know you conversation until after we both get an orgasm?”
I nipped his balls and he shrieked like a little girl, then it changed to a moan as I sucked them into my mouth. That shut him up. I ran my fingers up the trail of brown hair that went from his cock to his navel. “I love that you don’t shave this off. It’s sexy as fuck.”
