I can read her like a book, but right now I’m lost. She’s crying and looks from me to the ceiling. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but I hope that she’s where I am. If I just fucked this up, Brooks will burn down her club faster than a fucking blink. I need the upper hand here. Without it, we’re both fucked.
“Baby, I don’t know how you think it’s going to work. Even if your club accepted it, which I have my doubts, mine never will. My father will kill us both before he lets it happen. It’ll be nothing but sneaking around and waiting to get caught. I can’t do that and you deserve more,” she whispers.
Here’s my chance, my chance for any tangible information. “Your old man is always out of town for business, weeks at a time. When’s he leaving next?”
“Next week, but you know there’s always someone watching,” she rushes out.
Next week, fuck. That’s something I can work with. “For how long?”
“A few weeks. It’s club business, Z, I can’t say anything else. Hell, I only know bits and pieces.”
It hits me like a fucking Mack truck. I know exactly how to play it all out and how to make sure it doesn’t blow back on her. I smile as I stand up, pushing her down onto the bed. I crawl on top of her and kiss her neck. Her legs wrap around me, so I reach down and pull her shirt off. I growl when I realize she’s naked underneath. I quickly pull off my shirt to feel the warmth of her body against mine. I grab onto her hair and yank, pulling her head to the side. She lets out a moan as I continue to suck and kiss her neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders and it’s a welcome pain. I move down her sexy body, worshipping every inch. Her tits are sensitive to the touch of my mouth and when I suck on her hard nipples she nearly shoots off the bed. It’s a powerful feeling seeing the effect I have on her. A feeling I’m craving more and more.
I keep moving down to her slim, tight stomach. My tongue traces over the pink skull she has on her lower left side. I held her hand the night she got it. It was a turn on being there for her first and only tattoo, even if it is to symbolize her club. She knows what I’m thinking or I believe she does as I trace it. She sighs and runs her fingers through my hair. I place a soft kiss on it and move between her legs. I can smell her arousal and it makes my dick even harder. I move to the floor and on my knees, pulling her to me. My fingers sink into her thighs as I push them far apart. Her pussy is dripping wet and I can’t take my eyes off of it.
The woods was a good fuck, but this, being able to see every part of her, it’s so much better. I lean forward and my tongue drags up her pussy, leaving her taste on it. I moan in approval as she sighs in satisfaction. I can’t take it anymore, I feast on her. My tongue thrashing against her, my teeth nipping, my mouth sucking. Her hands hold my head down, keeping me exactly where I am. It’s hot as hell and spurs me on. The need to have her come is almost as strong as the need to keep her safe.
“Oh, Zane, please, damn keep going,” she shouts.
I don’t need her words to keep going, but fuck when she begs, it’s my weakness. I move my one hand and dip my fingers inside her tight cunt, moving them hard and fast. My mouth continues it’s assault on her too. She writhes under me as I bring her closer to the edge. I glance up her body as I bite down on her clit. She arches off the bed and it’s fucking beautiful. Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I know she’s going to come. I don’t slow down, I keep going until she explodes.
“Zane,” she yells, trying to squeeze her legs together.
I pull my fingers out and lick at her until she settles. Once she does, I step out of my jeans and boxers, climbing up her body. “Fuck, babe. You taste even better than I remember. But, now I want you to ride my cock.”
There’s no hesitation once I flip us over. She kisses me and runs her hands all over my body. Her touch sears me, always has. When she pulls away, she sits up. Her wet pussy teasing my hard dick. Her tits are begging to be touched, so I reach
