HOPE TRILOGY BOX SET: Sacred Sinners MC- Texas Chapter

by Bink Cummings

Yikes.

  Eat my… That sounds…wond—

  Nope… Can’t do it.

  A shiver passes through me as I shake my head. “That’s not possible,” I half-ass contend. Which sounds more like I’m trying to convince myself, not him.

  First and foremost he almost died less than two weeks ago, and if that wasn’t an issue, dying again from suffocation by way of your baby’s mama is justification número dos. All of this, should not sit on all that. Death by pussy is not a good way to go. And I don’t give a hoot who says otherwise.

  Undeterred, Ryker taps those fine lips a second time, eyes sparking with mischief. “I wanna lick your pussy. It’s possible. The doc said I can’t fuck. And I gotta agree with him. I’m sore all the damn time. But that ain’t gonna stop me from gettin’ you off.”

  “I don’t wanna hurt… or… suffocate you.” I cringe.

  Ryker snorts. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about. Look at it this way, you’re doin’ me a favor. I’m hungry for some pussy, and you’re helpin’ a crippled man out.”

  My eyes couldn’t roll any harder. “You’re not crippled, smart ass.”

  “I am if that’s what gets your sexy ass up here to give me a taste. I’ve wanted to go down on you since I got home, but couldn’t think of a logistical way ‘til now. All you gotta do is straddle my face, hold the headboard for support, and let me feast for a while. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  “I… I can’t d d…do that,” I sputter, rechecking my grip on the mantle to make sure it’ll hold should my trembling legs give out. This isn’t right. All this dirty talk has my libido running rampant. I’m trying hard not to let it seep into my brain, but I’m bound to fail. He’s too tempting for words.

  “Kat, I’m gonna count to five. If your pussy lips aren’t kissin’ mine, I’m climbin’ outta this bed, crawlin’ across the fuckin’ floor, and tonguin’ your slit regardless if it’s gonna hurt me or not. I wanna eat. Feed me.”

  My stomach flip flops as a flood of wetness collects between the juncture of my thighs.

  Sighing long and hard, my resistance fades. I glower at the stubborn jerk. “You can’t keep threatening me this way.”

  “I will if it works.”

  “What if it doesn’t?”

  “Then I’m gettin’ outta the bed to get what I want—you.”

  The stern expression Ryker wears tells me everything I need to know. He’s not joking. And as much as I don’t want to give in to the bastard, I also kinda do. The deciding factor is his safety. If it takes me breaking out of my comfort zone to ‘feed him’ then I guess I’ll do it. Poor me. Has to get her pussy licked. Darn. Such a hassle. I just pray he doesn’t suffocate to death. That would be a crying shame.

  Shaking out my legs to test their strength, I make sure they’re stable enough to release the fireplace mantel, before dipping my fingers into the top of my leggings. Refusing to overthink, I tug them down along with my panties in one fumbling, unsexy maneuver. Ryker sucks in a sharp breath as I expose my pale, freshly shaved legs. It might’ve taken me thirty minutes to get these smooth, along with my girl bits, but they’re done-ish. Kicking out of the garments, I stretch to my full height, which isn’t much. Instinctively, I cover my girl parts with folded hands and rock back on my heels. This is weird. I dunno if I can go through with it.

  Ryker urges me forward with the crook of his finger. “Off with the shirt and bra.” He swipes his bottom lip with his tongue, leaving a sheen that I wanna taste.

  This isn’t going to work.

  I can’t take off the rest of my clothes.

  It’s one thing to be naked when you’re not three weeks from your due date. This close and I’m the size of the Goodyear blimp. The stretch marks covering my stomach are deep purple. My breasts are swollen and leaky. Not exactly a turn on.

  When I don’t move, the naughty glint in Ryker’s eyes softens around the edges, nibbling away at my hard outer shell that keeps me from throwing all caution to the wind. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You know I think you’re gorgeous. Seein’ you pregnant gets me so hard I could pound a dozen nails through a steel beam.”

  Flattery shouldn’t get you everywhere, but it does. I take a tiny step closer.

  He keeps going. “That’s it. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Another step.

  “Tongue that sweet slit until you burst all over my face, screamin’ my name.”

  Oh, Jesus. I blow out a shaky breath. If he keeps talking nasty like that, I’m gonna come before I ever get his tongue on me.

  Another step.

  Two more and I’ll be there.

  Ryker tastes those lips again, his smoldering eyes burning a hole through me. “That’s it,” he husks, wrapping a fist around his erection, and giving it one hot, languid pull from root to tip. Arching his back, his eyelids slide closed, and he moans as if touching himself is the most pleasurable thing he’s ever felt. It’s so fucking hot to watch that I find myself slipping a finger through my soaked cleft to rub my clit. Clenching my molars together, I bite back a moan.

  Ryker tugs again. Another even needier moan draws from his soul. His good leg bends at the knee, heel driving into the mattress, toes flexing, as he fucks his fist in slow, unhurried tugs. Watching him fall apart bit by bit, I remove the rest of my clothes, unable to tear my eyes away. Discarding my bra and shirt, I return my finger to my achy bits and draw pleasure from his. This is the sexiest thing I’ve done in my life… or one of them.

  “Kat,” Ryker cries out, completely wrecked from touching himself. “I need you. I fuckin’ need you so bad, babe.” He flicks his pink tongue against his bottom lip, beckoning me to sit.

  Tossing my insecurities aside, I carefully crawl onto the bed and straddle Ryker’s face. He adjusts me a little using one strong arm as he keeps the other hand wrapped around his member. Following his previous instructions, I curve both hands over the lip of the headboard and settle close to his lips.

  Nuzzling his nose to my clit, Ryker presses a tender kiss to my entrance. Then another, which is followed by the poke of his tongue as if he’s sampling the vintage. He does it again, slipping inside a fraction and swirling. Expelling a shuddery breath, I nearly break apart at the glorious touch.

  Yesss.

  Moaning against my wet flesh, he continues to play with himself. The vibrations send rapturous pleasure through my already aching sex. Gripping the wooden bedframe harder, I toss my head back and part my lips, relishing the unfettered ecstasy.

  That’s it.

  This is…

  Sweet Moses.

  My thighs tremble, heat churning in my gut.

  If he keeps this up, I’m gonna come all over his face.

  Ryker

  I’m losin’ my goddamn mind. Kat’s scent and sweet taste has corrupted me. The more I eat her pussy, the more I want. Like a starved animal, I quit sampling the goods and dive in. Ravaging her entrance, spearing it with my tongue like I would my throbbing cock, I eat my woman until I’ve got her trembling so violently I’m worried she may hurt herself. A heady moan rips from her throat, spurring me on as she grinds against my face—possessed.

  Fuck yeah. That’s right, baby, ride my fuckin’ face and make it yours. Cum all over it. Make my skin burn and tongue cramp. I want it. I want it all so fuckin’ much. I love you. I love you more than life itself. Ride it, beautiful. That’s it.

  Not giving two damns about my dick, I focus all energy on the love of my life and devour her cunt. Kat cries out, mumbling a string of incoherent words as she palms the top of my bald head, connecting. Happiness beyond my wildest imagination throbs alongside my heart. I’m gonna ruin her. I have to make her lose her mind like she has mine. I can’t be the only one who feels this.

  Fuck, she’s incredible.

  Reaching around with both hands, I palm her full tits. Kat wails a broken song, back arching, when I pluck her stiff nipples. Warm liquid drips down my fingertips makin’ my cock lurch. Needin’ more, I roll those marble
s on repeat and draw her clit into my mouth.

  “Oh… Oh God.” She thrashes, and the headboard creaks from the force of her grip. The hand on my head curls inward, nails digging into flesh. The sharp bite of pain yanks a hoarse moan from my throat, kickin’ my hunger up a notch.

  That’s it, my little Tiger. Let it go. Make me bleed.

  Knowin’ I can’t encourage her with words, I focus my energy on makin’ her shatter. Suckin’ her clit, I flick my tongue sharply over the bud, then draw our names across the sweet flesh. By the time I reach the end of Kat’s surname, her world unravels. Slamming her hips down so I can no longer move, a torrent of fluid drenches half my face as she screams, “Ryyyykker!”

  Unlatching from her clit, to give it a moments rest, I slide back inside the warm hole my dick wants to take up residence in. Lapping her juices, not wanting them to go to waste, her pussy clenches and unclenches around my invading tongue as it rides the orgasmic surf to shore.

  Damn, she tastes delicious.

  My cock jerks a nod, slapping my belly in agreement, painting my skin with pre-cum.

  Hunching forward, exhaling a shuddery groan, Kat trembles through a series of aftershocks as she extracts her claws from my skull. “F-fuck. I’m so sorry,” she bemoans, throat scratchy.

  I wanna tell her it’s alright, that I don’t mind. Except my mouth is too preoccupied and I don’t plan on stopping my ministrations anytime soon. One orgasm down, another five or ten to go.

  Eight

  Kat

  Floating outside my body, lethargy befalls my legs as I try to pull away from the talented mouth hell-bent on killing me. Another intense orgasm ebbs to nothingness, yet Ryker doesn’t release his ironclad hold on my thighs. Softly, he licks me clean with tiny flicks, followed by languid flat tongue passes that run from my clit to asshole. Where he stops to awaken the nerve endings. Ages ago I gave up on counting climaxes. If he keeps lavishing my backdoor, I’m gonna need to come again. I don’t want to. I’m so spent I can’t feel anything aside from the pulsing between my thighs and the mouth that consumes me there. It’s as if I’m nothing more than a pussy bent at the will of one sexy man, whenever he demands, by way of tongue, to detonate. He’s the match and I the dynamite.

  Ryker groans his enjoyment as he circles my rosebud, urging it open.

  Swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth, I lick my lips to moisten them before rubbing them together to spread the wetness like a balm. Forehead resting on a pillow of arms that are propped against the headboard, my traitorous hips swivel counterclockwise to keep time with his probing.

  “Christ, Ryker, I—I can’t take this anymore. Plllease stop,” I beg, tears forming at the corners of my eyes from overstimulation. I’m so tired, yet it all feels good. Too good.

  Ryker growls like a savage and answers my plea by pushing his tongue into my sphincter. It shouldn’t ignite the flame of need in my belly or force a wanton moan from my throat, yet does. I fall victim to his assault. I the marionette and he my puppeteer. He yanks my strings, and I dance. In this case, my droopy eyes fall shut on their own accord, and I let the overwhelming heat of lust, love, and infinite ecstasy uncoil, then spread throughout my limbs like wildfire.

  An orgasm builds in my ass as he kisses and fucks me there, delving deeper inside with each pass. The mounting pleasure flows forth to my pussy, where it awakens my clit. With a final flick of his tongue, I lose all sense of myself, as heat as hot as the sun flares. I cry out his name, unable to stop the madness. Muscles engage. I writhe. Moans pour freely. Ears ring. Heart thuds. The world ceases to exist for an endless moment.

  Then it all floats back to the present in a grey-tinged fog.

  No more. I’m done. Stick a fork in me.

  Tapping Ryker’s sweat-slicked head, I pry one hand off my thigh, then the other, before dismounting his face and melting into a puddle of mush on the bed beside him. Ryker turns over and pecks my forehead down to my mouth, where he presses a sweet kiss that smells of me. It’s not a bad scent.

  Knowing he didn’t get off, and I really want him to, I curl onto my side, lips still pressed to his, and fist his drenched cock.

  Ryker shudders from toes to nose as I pump him from root to tip.

  “F-f-uck, K-Kat.” He thrusts into my grip once, stills, then moans like a wrecked man against my lips as he breaks apart. Hot jets of cum spring from his slit, bathing my hand, him, and part of the bed. But I don’t let go. I stroke him faster, drawing out his orgasm until he too is writhing, begging me through broken cries to stop. Except, I heed his request and grant him mercy. I release my hold on him by gently laying his softening rod on his belly, before flopping onto my back.

  Listing my head to the side, we meet each other’s hooded gaze. Our fingers fold together between us, resting on the dirty sheets. “I love you, Kat,” Ryker mutters.

  “I love you, too,” I admit without hesitation, or any sense of worry about what’ll come next. I’m too tired to think about tomorrow.

  It’s nappy time.

  Nine

  Kat

  “Mom.” Someone nudges my arm. “Mom, wake up.”

  Popping one eye open, I come face to face with a smiling Roxie. For a brief moment, I wonder where I am, and why she’s in here. Then a lightbulb clicks on, and I clumsily knife up in bed. Crap, I fell asleep after all those orgasms, and now my kids are home! Roxie’s in the bedroom, and I’m… I glance down at my state of complete undress. Shit. Shit. Double shit. Panic seizes me as I clutch at my chest, and glance over my shoulder to see Ryker dead to the world, lying on his back with his arms fanned above his head, much like Walker from earlier today. I heave a sigh of relief that there’s at least a scrap of sheet covering him from the waist down. Lord Almighty, that was a close one, I nearly had a freaking heart attack.

  Pretending it isn’t a big deal that my daughter caught me naked in bed with her father, I slide off the mattress, and redress myself at a steady, unhurried pace. When on the inside, I’m dying a thousand deaths, about to puke my guts out, and my hands are shaking. Why didn’t we think to lock the damn door? This cannot happen again. Ever. It was too close of a call. If he didn’t look so damn sexy sleeping peacefully, with a small smile playing on his lips, I might actually punch Ryker in the junk for getting us into this mess in the first place. I didn’t ask to have my pussy licked. He demanded it—or else. Not that I’m complaining, exactly. It’s thirty percent my fault for agreeing to this madness. Shame hits me square in the chest as I turn back around to see Roxie now staring down at Walker in his bassinet.

  Playing it cool, I approach her to check on them both. Walker’s wide awake. And by the slobbery state of his fists, he has been for a while. I nudge Rox’s shoulder with mine. “How was school?”

  She shrugs. “Good.” Monosyllabic answers, that’s not good.

  Is she pissed about what she saw? Hurt? It’s not unusual for her to see me nude. I’m not one to always cover up. Not when we live by the motto, ‘We’re all girls, we have the same parts.’ Granted, we’re not all the same. My breasts are way bigger, and I have hair downstairs whereas they’re both beginning to grow some. Ick. Why can’t they stay babies forever? Trust me, when you have to start buying training bras and deodorant for your kids, you wanna hop in a time machine and go back to yesteryear where puberty didn’t exist.

  “Um, where’s Scarlett?” I ask, treading lightly just in case.

  “She’s eating yogurt in the kitchen. I told her I’d wake you up.” She tickles little man’s belly. He squirms trying to eat his fingers. It’s time for me to make him a bottle and change his diaper.

  “Hey you,” the hot man from the bed groans a tired yawn, stretching his arms above his head, abs flexing through the movement. He should put some clothes on before mine combust, and I have to ride his face again to get relief. Ryker doesn’t understand the holy terror he unleashed in me today. My solo O’s were getting the job done. Now that he’s given me a taste of filet mignon there’s no way I�
��m going back to hamburger.

  “Hey, Dad.” Rox shuffles around Walker’s bed and goes to Ryker. Who’s got his arms spread wide for an obvious hug. Roxie lays her chest on his, and gets swallowed up in those arm muscles that encase her much smaller form. A swirl of potent joy churns in my gut at the sight.

  He kisses her forehead, and I cringe, thinking about where that mouth has been. “How was school?” Ryker inquires.

  Roxie chuckles a light happy sound. “Mom already asked me that.”

  “And what did you say?”

  “Good.”

  “That’s it? It was good? Did Jamie ask for another pencil today?”

  Who’s Jamie, and why haven’t I heard about him before?

  Roxie shakes her head, nose nuzzling her dad’s pec like he’s a soft, cushy teddy bear. It’s heartwarming to witness. This is what I’ve always wanted for her. For them both. There’s only so much you can give your kids as their mother. This, right here, isn’t one of them.

  “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Jamie needs to buy his own pencils and stop tryin’ to steal my daughters.”

  “Dadddd,” Roxie drones.

  Ryker smirks at Rox’s reaction and flashes me a wink. ‘I love you,’ he mouths, making me weak in the knees, stomach fluttery.

  Should I mouth it back? Is that what I’m supposed to do? God, this is so foreign I’m not sure how to act.

  Not wanting to leave him hanging, I return the same sentiment. His cheeks flush as a shy smile tugs at the edge of his lips. Just when I think Ryker can’t get any more attractive, he does. Being a good dad does wonders for his hot factor. Add the unexpected shyness, and I’m smitten.

  Giving my daughter and her father some privacy to talk, I grab a diaper for Walker from underneath the bassinet and lift the squirmy worm from his bed. Holding him to my chest, I about face and waddle toward the hall.

  “Kat,” Ryker calls, stopping me midstride.