My back arches when Chains nips at my clit.
“Darren,” I moan, feeling myself growing closer to orgasm.
“That’s right, baby, let it go. I want to taste you as you fuckin’ come for me,” he growls, removing his finger and replacing it with his mouth. Thrusting his tongue into me and I do just as he orders.
I come, screaming his name.
Chains doesn’t give me a chance to come down from the pleasure induced high he’d just given me. No, he shoots up to a kneeling position, my legs now braced in the crook of his arms.
Meeting his gaze, my breath catches in my chest at the sight of how gorgeous he is hovering over me. His eyes gleaming with lust and love combined.
“Time to officially make you mine, Sloane. After this I’m never fuckin’ letting you go,” he growls, reaching into the side table he grabs a condom.
He quickly rolls the thin latex over his dick and I already sense a small pang of regret that I won’t feel him skin on skin.
Soon as he has the condom in place, Chains lines up his dick with my entrance and slowly thrusts into me.
“Darren,” I moan, wanting more but feeling so full at the same time.
“I know, baby. I’m going slow right now so you can adjust to my dick,” he grinds out as he pushes further.
Inch by inch he continues to fill me until he’s all the way inside. Groaning, he doesn’t move. It’s as if he’s doing his best to treat this as if it were indeed my first time. “You’re fuckin’ tight as hell, Bitsy.”
Moaning in response, I move my hips needing more from him. To feel him moving inside me. I want to have what I have dreamed about with him. For him to overtake my body with his and dominate me with pleasure.
Chuckling, Chains slides all the way out causing me to groan in protest. “You want my dick, baby?”
“Yes,” I murmur, nodding my head enthusiastically.
“I don’t think you do.” The way he slides the tip of his dick along my entrance is maddening.
“I do, Darren. Please give it to me. Make this the only experience I ever remember,” I beg and Chains’ control seems to snap.
“Sloane, when I’m done with you tonight you won’t even remember anyone else ever touching your body. Good or bad. You’ll only know my touch. My kiss,” He growls, slamming all the way home with each word. Punctuating his meaning.
When he finishes his declaration, Chains leans forward to capture my mouth in a searing kiss as he grips my hips tighter and his thrusts become deeper with this angle. I wrap my arms around his neck as I grow closer to the edge of an orgasm building within me ready to explode at any moment.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant when Chains breaks the kiss. My nails are digging into his skin the more he pounds into me.
“Then come, baby. Tighten that pussy more than it already is and drench my dick.” Oh, shit the way his voice drops to a baritone does something to me and I can’t keep myself from doing what he commands.
Screaming his name, my vision blurs as I come. My orgasm seems to go forever when Chains reaches between us and pinches my clit sending me sailing even higher.
Long moments later Chains growls my name as he joins me in oblivion.
“Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy,” Chains grunts, his dick still twitching inside me as he braces himself on his elbows. “We’re going all damn night and every night from now on. Or until I fuckin’ die of being buried in your tight pussy.”
A giggle escapes me at his announcement.
“Just think your headstone could read dead by TP,” I laugh.
“TP?” he asks, arching a brow.
“Tight Pussy.” He chuckles when I explain the abbreviation.
“Shit, that’s funny, baby,” Chains states, shaking his head as he pulls out of me causing me to groan in protest. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you. Remember we’re fuckin’ all damn night.”
“I don’t know if I can handle anymore,” I murmur.
“Oh, you can handle it, I promise you that,” he grins as he removes the condom and ties it.
Leaning to the side of the bed, he reaches into the draw for another one and lays it on the bed next to me.
“We’ll use this one again in a few minutes. First, I want you to ride my face,” he says, huskily as he rolls us until I’m sitting on his chest.
Starting to feel nervous, I try to slide down his body. “I, um, I don’t know how,” I confess when he grabs hold of my waist.
Grinning from ear to ear, Chains moves me to where he wants me. Directly over his face. “I’ll teach you, Bitsy. I’ll show you everything you need to know and more,” he says right before he does just that, making my throat raw from screaming his name over and over throughout the night.
Chapter Thirteen
Chains
Sitting in my chair at the table where our club holds church, I inwardly groan as I thank the caffeine gods for the coffee in my hand. Exhausted from last night’s events.
Well more like events that lasted until the sun came up this morning.
I have created a monster out of my woman and fuck if I’m going to complain. Last night I fucked my woman every way I could think of and then some. I never knew a woman to be as flexible as she is, and the positions I’d put her in makes me want to find one of those Kamasutra books.
“Prez, you’re looking a little rough today,” my VP, Tyres, chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I grumble lifting my coffee cup to my lips, needing the caffeine more than ever right now.
Today, I’d called church for my brothers and I to discuss
