I don’t bother to contain my hilarity at his situation as I bark out a laugh.
“Not saying I told you so or anything, I did warn you following her to and from work every day, and sitting on your bike outside her house twenty-four-seven wasn’t going to go over well with her, brother. That woman is hell on wheels when she’s riled.”
“Don’t I fucking know it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replies, finally cracking a smile.
*****
My eyes rake over Emmy’s body, making a leisurely trip from the tips of her red painted toes, to the wicked smile curving her full, pink lips. Our movements are slow, lazy even as I take a step backward toward the bed, which Emmy counters by taking one forward. My shirt is long gone, balled up on the floor beside my dresser. My cock is rock
hard, straining against the zipper of my jeans. But then again, when isn’t it when Emmy is within touching distance?
Running my palm over my dick, giving it a rough squeeze, I watch Emmy’s eyes flare, her pupils dilating with undisguised lust.
“See something you want, sweetheart?” I goad, loosening my belt and popping the button on my pants.
“Mmhm,” she hums low in the back of her throat, taking another step closer.
Not moving my gaze from her face, I drop my jeans, shedding my boxer briefs at the same time. My cock springs free, thick, throbbing, dripping pre-come and slaps against my abs. Emmy licks her lips, as her eyes take in the flushed head and veiny length of my dick. Oh, yeah, she wants it all right. The only question is where. Pussy, mouth, ass, right now I’m good with all or any of the above.
Pointing to the side of the bed, I tell her to sit down and lose the shirt and bra. I want to see her tits sway as she lavishes attention on my cock, watch as her pretty pink nipples harden to the point of pain. If she’s a good girl, I’ll get her off by playing with her tits while she sucks me off.
If she’s not, then she’ll just have to wait until I’m good and ready to sink inside her.
When she’s naked from the waist up, I shove her thighs apart and come to stand between them. I grip the base of my cock, giving it a few hard strokes before I trace her perfect
pouty lips with the head, watching as Emmy begins restlessly squirming to relieve the ache in her cunt.
“Open,” I demand, done with fucking around.
Replacing my hand with hers, Emmy sucks in a deep breath as well as the first four inches of my needy cock. I take it slow at first, only feeding her a scant inch of my length at a time. Her lips wrap around the head, her tongue caressing the sensitive underside of my shaft. I can already feel the come boiling in my balls, reminding me that I never last long when my girl takes me in her mouth.
“Now suck,” I order. “Take me to the back of your throat and swallow hard, Emmy.”
Doing as she’s told, I reward her for being good by twisting her nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, coaxing them into tight peaks. My right hand makes its way to the back of her head, guiding her movements and showing her just how much I need her. Thankfully, Emmy knows my signals well and sucks me in
deep with an ease borne of practice. Her throat convulses rhythmically as she swallows the tip, no gag reflex in sight. I close my eyes and throw my head back groaning at the sensation of her wicked tongue flicking my glans. Jesus, fuck, yes.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I encourage as her small hand finds my balls and massages them gently.
The vibrations of her humming around my dick send
shivers up my spine. The pressure of her tongue, the feel of her hand cupping my sac, and the suction her lips are creating is fucking heavenly. My thin thread on control snaps when she squeezes my balls more firmly, though, setting off a chain reaction that has my hand tightening in her hair and my hips thrusting my cock ruthlessly into her willing, hungry little mouth.
My back arches involuntarily, shoving the entirety of my length down her throat, but Emmy takes it like a champ, never missing a beat. One of her hands snakes it’s way around to my ass, grabbing hold to offer her more leverage, while the other moves from my balls to start stroking the base of my shaft. The depth mixed with the angle I thrust into her, has me having to lock my knees to stay upright as Emmy’s nose hits the coarse hair surrounding my cock.
“Fucking hell. Yes, baby. Fuck, your mouth is perfect. Hot. Wet. Goddammit,” I grunt as I let go of her nipple and cup the back of her neck, urging her to keep going.
The rise and fall of her chest combined with her increasing moans, tell me my girl is close to coming just from sucking my dick and me playing with her gorgeous tits. Saliva glistens on her bottom lip as Emmy pulls my cock from her mouth and grins up at me. My thumb circles the tip of my cock, collecting the beads of pre-come gathered there. Her eyes flash with heat as I offer my come to her. Readily licking it clean, I almost blow my load all over her chest as Emmy lowers her head to my dick again and swallows me whole.
“Jesus,” I hiss in pleasure, bottoming out in the back of her throat. Before it’s too late and she doesn’t have a choice, I ask, “Where do you want it? Mouth or tits, baby?”
“Mouth,” Emmy mumbles around my cock.
Yeah, that’s where I want it too.
Thrusting rougher, more uncontrolled this time, I push her head down and hold it there for a few seconds on each inward glide, before releasing her to slide up my length. Emmy’s eyes water slightly, a mixture of saliva and come leaking from the corners of her lips.
“Don’t waste a drop, Emmy, or you won’t like the consequences,” I remind her of the last time she didn’t take
all I had to offer. I spanked her sweet, round ass, fingering her to the brink of orgasm before denying her over and over again until she begged for my cock. I warned her if it happened again, the next time will be worse, that I’ll keep her on edge for hours, coming all over her perfect body until she pleaded for mercy and promised never to waste my come ever again.
Emmy blinks up at me, giving me a jerky nod in response as I plunge between her lips.
“Good girl,” I murmur, sweeping the apple of her cheek with my now clean thumb.
My hips pick up speed as the tell-tale signs of my orgasm build at the base of my spine. My balls pull up tight to the underside of my cock, my movements becoming
unrestrained as I feel the first spurts of come shoot from the head of my dick.
“Emmy,” I growl in warning.
With one last stroke of her hand, Emmy milks the come from my shaft, swallowing every drop. I roar out my climax to the ceiling, my body strung tight, the tendons in my neck hyperextending. Pulling off my now softening dick, Emmy smirks then does something that will be forever immortalized in my mind. She opens her mouth, sticking out her come covered tongue and then winks at me, before swallowing my seed on a moan.
Goddammit, I was right. This woman was fucking
made for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY
~ Emily ~
Speechless
Atlas and I haven’t talked much since he came back to the clubhouse late one night after being with Hoss. Even then, he merely mumbled an apology, got himself a beer, and then dragged me down the hallway to his room where he proceeded to show me how much he loved me over and over again.
The next morning, Hoss was in the kitchen when I stumbled out of bed in search of coffee and sustenance. If I thought I would find out anything by questioning him, I was sorely mistaken. He just hugged me tightly, kissed the top of my head, and promised me things would start getting better soon.
And he was right; kind of.
A week later, Atlas put me on the back of his bike and drove me to a secluded piece of property overlooking the picturesque Rocky Mountains, complete with a stream running through the center.
Atlas helped me off his bike, walking me to what looked to be a recently cleared section of land, and told me that this was where he planned to build our home. A home he wanted my input in before he ga
ve the MC owned construction company the go-ahead to proceed.
I was shocked, awestruck really. Even though I had every confidence our relationship was permanent, I hadn’t given any thought to taking the next step and moving in together. Obviously, I was the only one, though. Atlas had been thorough. He rolled architectural plans out on the ground at my feet, pointing out the living room, kitchen, bedrooms, and finally the master suite. The structure was massive. Five bedrooms in total with a library, office, and back deck big enough to house the hot tub Atlas assured me was a necessity.
Just like always, when Atlas wanted something, he went about making sure it was impossible to deny him. Snatching me into his arms, pinning my back to his front, Atlas growled his demands. He told me that if I didn’t move in with him by choice, he would see to it I didn’t have one. I didn’t know what that meant, but knowing him, it could have been anything from kidnapping me and putting me where he wanted bodily, to burning my house down so that I had nowhere else to go. Yes, he is honestly that crazy.
So with no reason not to say, yes, I did. Not that I wouldn’t have anyway; I just enjoyed keeping him on his toes. I’m nice like that.
Construction started the way it meant to continue; at
warp speed. That probably had something to do with Atlas lighting a fire under the asses of all the men responsible for building what he called our, “forever home.”
While the building work was being done, we alternated between my house that had sat empty for years, except for the few months Diesel and Boss had lived in it and the clubhouse. It wasn’t ideal, but for the most part, it was fine. However, I could have done without the club whores and hang around’s that were always seeking Atlas out the second my back was turned.
Truthfully, there were a few occasions where I had to remind myself that orange wasn’t my color and that conjugal visits would probably lead to venereal diseases to stop from killing them, but such is life. Or it is when you’re the woman of a biker.
*****
Atlas licks a path from the center of my chest to my shoulder, before taking a detour and sucking my ear lobe into the hot recesses of his mouth. Biting down. He licks the sting away and braces his body with his elbows on either side of my body.
His large, tattooed hands frame my face as he leans down and rests his forehead on mine.
“I thought I could wait, but I can’t. I need to taste you, Em. I need to sink between your lush thighs and eat my fill. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy cream all over my tongue. Then, when you’re screaming for me to stop, begging me
for mercy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget to breathe,” he growls, pushing his impressive denim-clad erection right where I need him most.
Rolls his hips, Atlas groans and I moan as he keeps up the pressure, grinding his cock into my core.
“Please. Oh God, I want that,” I mewl as my head thrashes side to side.
With the sexiest smirk I have ever seen on a man, Atlas lifts his head and looks into my eyes. He studies my flushed cheeks, my eyes hooded with desire, and my lips swollen from his kisses, before crashing his mouth to mine in what can only be described as carnal fury. I could try and explain it, but there really are no words for what he is doing, other than fucking my mouth with his tongue. It’s brutal. It’s demanding. It’s claiming. It’s us.
Atlas’s lips move in perfect synch with mine. A tumultuous dance of teeth, tongues, and lips. His hands roam my sides while I run mine the length of his back. Nails bite into flesh, skin slick with sweat, we feast on each other.
I love the feeling of his huge body, ripped with defined muscle covering me. I adore the way his skin ripples with every flex of his arms, as they pull me closer into the safety of his body. But I want more. I want to feel his hot, naked skin against mine. I want to trace the indentations of his abs, the valleys of his pectorals, and trail my tongue along the V of his hips.
There is not an ounce of finesse in the way I undress,
Atlas. I tear at his shirt until he has no choice to rip his mouth from mine and tug it over his head. I don’t hesitate in pulling his belt through the loops of his jeans, throwing it God knows where in my haste to see all of him. I would be embarrassed by my desperation if Atlas weren’t also as determined. His large hands make short work of my shirt and bra. His fingertips dancing over my aroused flesh, kneading, groping, molding my breasts, driving me crazy with lust and need.
“Yes,” I hiss as Atlas’ mouth closes around one of my nipples, pulling it sharply into the hot recesses of his mouth.
Clasping both of my wrists in one of his big hands, he pins them my arms above my head. My breasts are raised to his eye level as he alternates between sucking, biting, and devouring them.
“Atlas, yes. Oh God, yes,” I moan again when he bites down with just enough force to send a sharp jolt of pain directly to my core.
This is what Atlas does to me; he makes me wild. All of my inhibitions fly out the window when we’re together. The effortless way he makes me beg, makes me need him is freeing. With him I am safe. Atlas will always look after me, knowing what I need before I do, giving me more than I could ever begin to fantasize about.
Snarling a curse against my over sensitized nipple, Atlas shifts his weight so that he is pinning me to the mattress, chest to thighs.
“Fuck. Fuck me, you taste good,” he growls, swapping
to my other nipple, sucking it deep.
In seconds, Atlas releases the button of my jeans and lowers the zipper. With speed and precision, he divests me of my pants and panties and thrusts two thick fingers into my dripping, wet pussy. My back arches, my belly quivers with pent up desire. I am so close to orgasm with just his mouth on my breast and the feel of his skin on mine that it’s no wonder I fall over the edge of climax the moment his digits enter me.
Throwing my head back, I scream his name, along with a string of intelligible words. My vision flashes white, my throat is hoarse as I ride the wave that is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. As I predicted, Atlas knows what I need as he strokes his fingers in and out of me gently, milking the last of my climax from me, leaving me equal parts spent and desperate for more.
“That was fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing a wet path from my breastbone to the crook of my neck. “I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you, gorgeous. So tight. So hot. So fucking perfect.”
With an utterly devastating, roguish smile, Atlas slowly slides his fingers out of me and brings them to his lips. Tracing first the top and then the bottom, Atlas sucks them into his mouth and groans a low rumble in the back of his throat.
“Nothing, baby. Nothing tastes as fucking good as you do. Fucking delicious.” My body shivers in anticipation, my
core clenching in both loss and excitement.
One second he’s there, hard and heavy on top of me, and the next he’s off the bed, stripping out of his remaining clothes as fast as humanly possible. I lay still, naked, exposed to his hungry gaze. My body craving his, crying out soundlessly to feel his bare skin against mine, his hands on my body, and his cock buried deep inside me. There’s no mistaking the look of raw desire in Atlas’s eyes, but I know if I looked in a mirror right now, mine would be just as voracious.
Looking my fill, I start at his throat, corded with muscle, the tendons sticking out in stark contrast to all that smooth, olive skin. His shoulders are broad, bunched with muscle, exuding limitless power. I’ve always had a thing for Atlas’s heavily veined forearms and bulging biceps. For some reason, one that I can’t quite understand myself, Atlas’s arms are a huge turn on, as is the sexy V leading to his enormous cock. The muscles in his chest flex, contracting as he drops his hands to the mattress and climbs on.
Atlas’s long, thick cock lays hard against his stomach, bobbing in time to the beat of his heart. His thighs bunch as he prowls his way between my legs, settling between my thighs.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of you right he
re. Naked. Wet. Trembling for me, Emmy,” he murmurs, kissing a wet path from the skin of my right ankle to the top of my thigh.
With infinite patience, he begins the same journey from my left ankle, but this time he doesn’t stop until his mouth is covering my pussy, his tongue plunging deep inside my heat. My core throbs, flooding with liquid desire. I can feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs, drenching Atlas’s face as he devours every inch of me. His hands find my hips, anchoring me to the bed as he stays his tongue into my core over and over again. Ravaging. Demanding. Coaxing my second orgasm out of me with alarming speed.
My body shakes, convulsing in pleasure as I cry out his name.
“Atlas, yes. Fuck yes,” my scream rents the air.
My clit throbs, my inner walls spasm as Atlas traces my outer lips with his tongue. His deep moans of encouragement have me cresting the peak again, but this time I manage to hold back. I want him inside me the next time I come, so I tell him as much.
“Inside me. I need you inside me, baby.”
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