Page 91 of Kneeling to Candy

After the water rinses the suds away from her enticing skin, I lean in and kiss her in the crook of her neck. She hums a joyful sound of contentment, making my dick jump.

Between Candy joining the team on the case, fighting with her stubborn ass, moving her into my room, claiming her as my woman, and watching as she wrestled around on the mats, my balls have been in a serious blue state, desperate for relief only my woman can give me.

As much as I want to roll around in the sheets, I rein in my horny cock. Candy went through hours of rigorous training, enough to make her whole body pulse like a bruise.

I may be a horny dick, but I’m not a selfish dick. And my dick can wait until she’s good and ready to take it inside of her.

For now, Candy’s needs come first.

“Are you sore?”

“You mean from the beating I took downstairs?” she teases.

“Training, sweetness,” I correct her. “Not a beating.”

“Could have fooled me. And yeah, I’m sore, but nothing a good night’s rest won’t fix.”

“You want to hit the sack?” I ask, hiding my disappointment. If my woman wants to sleep, I won’t complain. She worked hard, and her body needs to recover.

Candy looks at me through hooded wet lashes, making her deep brown eyes smolder against her creamy skin. A hint of a smirk plays on her cupid lips. “Not too tired.”

Thank fuck.

Eager to move things to the bedroom, I grip her hips and nip at her neck, something I hope will spur her into action.

She gasps, swatting my chest. “Naughty biker.”

I lick a path up her neck to her ear, whispering, “Your naughty biker.”

“Mmm,” she hums, running her hands down my chest before taking hold of my aching cock.

I hiss through my teeth as her nails graze gently over the head of my shaft. “Fuck, Goddess. That feels good.”

“Look at you. You’re swollen like you’ve been hard all day.”

“I have been.” I groan, my eyes closing and head falling back as her fingers wrap around my length and pump slowly.

She grips me tighter. “Eyes on me, biker boy. I want to see what I do to your soul.”

My head obediently snaps forward, opening my eyes to her. “Yes, Goddess. Tell me what you want.”

“Depends on what you have to play with.”

The minx’s words have my balls drawing up, ready to blow my load all over her freshly washed body. I can barely suppress my eagerness. “You want to use toys?”

Her grin is wicked as her thumb runs over the slit of my cock, collecting the growing amount of my pre-come. She brings her thumb to her plump lips, sucking the digit into her mouth. She moans around her thumb, sucking me clean off her, before pulling it out with a wet pop.

“On you.”

My nerves ignite with keen anticipation, sending goosebumps to break the surface of my skin.

Taking her hand, I help her out of the shower. We dry off speedily, eager to play. I lead her out of the bathroom to our bed, where I kneel at the foot of the bed, pulling out the built-in drawer.

Candy peeks over my shoulder at what I have for her to choose from. She gasps. “Jesus. That’s quite the collection still in their boxes. Haven’t you used any of these?”

I glance at her over my shoulder. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She does a double-take. “You bought all this for us?”

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