Page 14 of Tracked By Hound

It’s wet, the kiss. Wet and maddening.

Chelsea whimpers as I lick our tongues together, her hands moving to my shoulders as I sink deeper into the kiss. My head swims with need as I swallow her mewls, my hard cock aching, so I’m forced to rock against her for relief.

This is as new to me as it is to her. Not the virgin part. Christ, at thirty-four, I’m the furthest thing from a virgin as one can get. I have a healthy sex drive, and on occasion, I’ve found myself going out with my MC brothers to bars and hooking up with like-minded women. Interactions that were never meant to last. Fake names were exchanged with no promise to keep in contact, a mutual agreement on both sides. I never wanted anything beyond that, and I was fine with it. Fine with fleeting moments. Not once did I re-live a single one over and over in my mind. Wanting and craving a replay as much as I want with Chelsea. It seems she’s imprinted on not just my skin but in my heart.

I want her—need her more than I crave my next breath.

Mine!comes the unbidden thought.

I release my hold in her hair to touch her, my hands desperate and seeking as I run them over her shoulders, slowly tugging off the towel, and it falls to the floor, pooling at our feet. My breath is as ragged as hers when I pull back to look at her.

“Fuck,” I growl as my eyes drop to her nude body, groaning in pleasure at the sight of her pale tits and the pink bead of her nipples, puckered and begging to be touched. I indulge her, closing my palm over her left breast and fondling the soft skin in my hands. Christ, she’s perfect. “I’m going to show you just what it is I’ve been thinking about all morning!” My eyes drop tothe rest of her, loving every dip and curve, wanting to kiss and worship every freckle, explore her perfect body with my hands and lips until she’s sobbing for my cock. And she’ll have it, goddamnit. Before the day is over, she’ll have me inside of her!

Marking her as mine.

Mine!

“Hound,” she moans when I brush my thumb over her nipple. Her eyes are soft and drowsy when they lock on mine, and that perfect mouth wet and swollen from the kiss. She pulls back a little when I lean in, and my mouth lands on her cheek. I groan but brush my lips down her jaw, kissing a path down her neck. “Wait, Hound…I need…”

“Want you,” I grind out, sliding my hand down her stomach and between her legs. She jerks hard against me, crying out when my fingers caress the spot between her legs to find her soft folds drenched and slick with arousal. “And I can see you want me too. Let me take care of you, kitten.” My breath is ragged as I drag my knuckle between her feminine lips and up the center of her drenched pussy. She jolts against me, digging her nails into my shoulder as I rub my knuckle over her sensitive nub, feeling it swell under my caress.

“Need… Oh God, Hound… I need…”

“I know just what you need, kitten.” I let my head drop to her neck, and I’m helpless to do anything but kiss her skin, inhaling the scent of my soap, but on her, it smells different. Too good—intoxicating. “Let me take care of you.” I tease her clit with my thumb as I lick the smooth column of her throat, listening to the soft puffs of her breath as I move lower.

“Something,” she moans as my lips move to her chest, my mouth watering as I draw closer to her juicy tits. “I need to tell you something… Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing yet.”

Chelsea cries out when my lips close around a rosy bud, sucking desperately at it and losing myself in the taste of her.

Mine!

The voice roaring in my head is desperate now. Dangerously possessive. I can’t say the words, afraid they might scare her, so I decide to show her.

When I get down on my knees, there is a moment of relief when they touch the ground, but I only allow myself a second to feel it before I’m raking my hands up her thighs, pushing them open for me. A deep growl slips out at the sight of her pussy, pink and wet, gleaming with arousal that makes my mouth water for a taste. I lean in, letting her soft scent flood my senses, and before I know what I’m doing, I find my face pressed against the inside of her thigh, inhaling her. “Mine!”

“Hound, I’ve never… Oh!” She sobs when I push up and slide my tongue between her feminine lips, dragging it over the wet valley of her sex. I moan harshly at her sweet scent, getting drunk on it in seconds. It wrecks me. Every intention I had of taking it slow disappears, and suddenly I want to devour every inch of her pussy, and so I do.

I clutch her thigh and rest it over my shoulder before burying my hungry tongue in her sex, sawing at her pussy like a mad man. My cock juts behind my fly, leaking endlessly with desperate need to join the party. My grip tightens as I suction my lips over her clit and draw at the swollen bud, her pleasured cries barely breaking past the fog in my brain.

“Oh, God!”

She falls helplessly against the wall as her hips move over my face, hesitantly at first before her shyness fades andshe starts rocking forward. Rocking her sex furiously over my seeking tongue, her arousal coasting down my jaw with every move. Her broken moans fuel me, and I find that I can’t get enough. I’m helpless to do anything but lap at her sugary juices, feeling her clit swell with every lick. I definitely shouldn’t drown myself in someone whose future with me is uncertain, but there's no helping it.

Mine!

I need to have her. Lord above, she’s everything.

Her sharp intake of breath lets me know that she’s close. A rough tremble rocks through her body, and her pussy starts to quiver against my tongue. “Fall for me, kitten. I want to hear you scream,” I growl against her sex.

The need to see and feel her come apart in my arms pushes me to move faster, batting at her clit with rough strokes before closing my lips around the bud, sucking at the sensitive nub.

“H-hound!” she screams as her body breaks into rough shudders. Her pussy pulses over my tongue, clenching and releasing rapidly as she climaxes, wave after wave of pleasure rushing in. Her tits are flushed, those juicy nipples puckered as she rolls her hips, riding out the orgasm until she’s a boneless mess.

Chelsea is still trembling when I lower her leg from my shoulder before climbing to my own feet. She falls limply against me, and I ignore my own aching cock as I brush her hair back from her face to kiss her temple. “Now this is what I imagined doing to you,” I say, allowing my lips to linger. “But I’m not done with you, Chelsea.”

I don’t wait for her response as I slide my hands behind her thighs and lift her into my arms. She’s still trembling when I carry her to bed. I kiss her softly on the mouth before pushingback to undress. Those golden-brown eyes watch me as I get undressed, following my fingers as I unbutton my shirt before shrugging it off. She doesn’t shy away even when I unbuckle my jeans before tugging down the zipper. Her mouth puffs open with surprise when I yank down my jeans along with my boxers and my cock bobs out. The tip is red and angry, aching for release, but I am a patient man if anything.

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