Page 19 of Royal Sons MC

“There’s something I need you to know,” he broke eye contact, looking over the city below.

“Whatever it is, if you’re not married or have a girlfriend, and you’re not gay, which I’d be fine with, but then we’d have to—”

Tymber silenced her ramblings with a kiss, his body aching to feel her nakedness against him. “Let’s get a few things straight. For one, I’m not attracted now, nor have I ever been. Two, I don’t have a woman besides my sisters and nieces. Three, I’m done talking for the moment, woman. Take those jeans off unless you don’t like them, which I’d then happily destroy as I stripped you. Your decision.” He waited, watching Ivy’s chest move up and down, which was a work of art.

“What about you?” A grin accompanied his words with a sassy grin.

He undid the top button on his jeans. The crown of his dick sprung free from the tight confines. “I don’t want to get caught with my clothes off, but I promise you this. Once I get you to my place, you can explore ‘til your heart’s content.”

Her hand moved. The tip of her finger ran over the head, spreading the moisture over the mushroom-shaped top. “What about me?”

“Trust me, if anyone shows up, I can keep them occupied until you’re dressed. I have a feeling I won’t be wanting anyone else to see this body but me,” he groaned at the feel of her hand fisting his dick. “Pants off, Ivy,” he ordered.

He sighed at the loss of her touch until he saw her shimmy the jeans and a tiny scrap of lace down her legs. She stood straight, letting him look at her. “Fuck you’re perfect.”

With her jeans below her, she knelt, grabbed his jeans, and opened the fly further. Tymber nearly came at the sight of her kneeling before him, her little pink tongue swiping over her lips. God, he wanted to feel her mouth on him. “You planning on staring at my dick all night?”

Ivy leaned in, placing a kiss on the top of his aching cock, then swiped her tongue across, moaning as she slipped her mouth over the end. Tymber tunneled his hand into her hair, palming the back of her head, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted. She kept one hand on the base, keeping him from going too far. Pulling off, she looked up at him. “I can’t take it all,” she explained.

He nodded, giving her head a little tug. “Babe, what you’re doing is perfect.”

Ivy licked the tip again, her eyes fluttering closed. Tymber wanted to order her to look at him, but his eyes were closing as he enjoyed Ivy pleasuring him. Only the image of her on her knees sucking him was one he didn’t want to miss. He let her suck him for a few more minutes; each was a lesson in control. Finally, he tugged her off him, lifting her to a standing position. “The first time I come with you, I want it inside your pussy, not your mouth. Although I do reserve the right to replay this scenario again.”

“But I was enjoying myself,” Ivy pouted.

He placed her on the leather seat of her passenger side, his body moving between her thighs. “So was I, baby.” He stared down at her gorgeous body, spread out like an offering across the front seat of her vehicle. “Damn, I could look at you for days and still not have my fill of you.”

Ivy trailed her hand down her chest, tweaking both pert nipples before moving down to cover her mound. “I need you now,” she breathed out.

Wanting to give her what she wanted and what he needed, he moved back a pace, then he did what he wanted, taking her left breast into his mouth, sucking the tip before releasing it, and doing the same to its twin. Ivy ground against him, his dick so fucking hard he was sure he’d come two seconds after entering her. He gave her nibbling kisses, sucking the skin between his lips, leaving his mark on her until he reached paradise at the apex of her thighs. “I love this,” he whispered, running his nose through the neatly trimmed hair at the top. He spread her lips open, closing his lips over the hardened bundle of nerves. With his thumbs holding her open, he licked her from top to bottom, making her moan. He shifted, using one hand to spread those sweet pink lips, exposing her to his gaze, to his taking. “You’re beautiful.” He slipped a finger inside. The warm wetness that met him let him know she was on board and enjoying what he was doing. Adding a second finger, he pumped them in slowly while he licked her clit in a circular motion.

The flex and release on his fingers came seconds before she moaned his name. He pumped in and out with both fingers, making sure to let her ride out her orgasm. Once he was sure she was finished, he fished into the back pocket of his jeans, took out his wallet, and pulled a condom out.

She stared at him, then sat up. “Let me.” Ivy took the small foil wrapper, opening it with her teeth. In what he swore was an act to kill a man, she rolled the latex over his swollen dick.

He couldn’t contain the thrust of his hips at her ministrations. “Damn, are you done playing yet?” he questioned, running his finger through her folds. He used her wetness to coat his cock, hating the need for the condom.

“I was done playing a long time ago, Tymber.” Ivy placed one foot on the dash, the other on the seat of the Bronco. “Please, make love to me.”

Tymber shook his head. “You never have to beg me unless I ask you to, Ivy.”

With her hand guiding him, he pressed forward, watching the tip of his dick disappear inside Ivy. A vision he would never forget. In shallow thrusts, he moved in and out, going slowly so he didn’t hurt her. He lifted two fingers to her mouth. His dick jerked at the sight of her sucking them like she’d done his dick just moments ago. With a little pop, he brought the now wet tips to her clit, rubbing in slow tight circles. At the same time, he began moving faster. In, out, in, slow, fast, and then slow again. The flex and tightening surrounding him made it harder to hold back. “I’m close. Come with me, let me feel you coming around my cock, Ivy.”

Her hips swiveled, eyes glassy. She gasped for air. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Tymber pulled almost all the way out, watching her body as he pushed back in, then repeated the motion, slamming back inside harder, rubbing her clit at the same time. The near stranglehold of her inner muscles made it almost impossible for him to hold back, yet he did. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you need, baby.”

Ivy’s mouth opened on a silent scream, moaning as he pulled back. “Dammit, fuck me harder, faster,” she gasped.

He looked down to where they were connected, then up at her. A grin tilted his lips as he lifted his fingers off her clit. With a wink, he used his left hand to hold her open, exposing the tiny bundle of flesh to the night air and him. He gave her a little tap with his right hand. The instant flutter around his girth had him moaning. Another tap, this one a bit harder and on top of her clit instead of her mound, made her squeal. Close. He was so fucking close, but so was she.

Two quick slaps to her pussy made her scream his name, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He swore he saw heaven when his name was yelled out, her hips rolling and opening for his thrusts. With a groan, he let himself go, the tingle at the base of his spine no longer ignored as he came, calling her name.

“Motherfuck, that was amazing,” he panted. Leaning down, he kissed her, loving Ivy’s unique flavor. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, can you drive to my place? It’s less than a five-mile drive from here.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure my body is my own yet.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him inside her.

Tymber felt his cock twitch but pulled out, the condom filled with come. “Come on, I’ll make this up to you.”

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