Page 38 of Closing on Lynx

I grind my hips a little, my fingers spreading across his chest. He has a tattoo on both sides of his chest. “What do the tattoos mean?” I ask, using my fingers to slowly trace over each tattoo.

“The Ying and Yang fish is to show the balance I fought for in my life. It took years to find the right balance. A balance between my personal life, my professional life and my biker life. The other one is for my pops. He was known as the chihuahua. He was all bark and no bite until he needed to use his small stature to make you learn your place,” he rumbles and moves his hands to my knees and slides his hands up to my hips.

“Your skin is so soft, baby girl,” his voice is low, husky and his eyes are watching the path his hands make, but they continue up the curve at my waist and up to the swell of my breast. “You have too many clothes on,” he mumbles.

“The same could be said for you.” I smirk, running my hands underneath his shirt and over his abs.

“You are in control here. We only do what you…” He moans as I rake my nails across his abs and down to the happy trail leading to the waistband of his underpants.

“That’s the thing, Paul. For the first time in years, you have been the man that has spiked my desire and made me crave things I had thought I’d never feel. You make me want to give my submission to you and never ask for it back,” I state, looking into his eyes.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he demands, dropping his hands to the bed. I roll to the side and get off the bed. I decide I am going to feel sexy while I remove my clothes.

Turning my back to the bed, I start to move my hips side to side. I drop my hands to my side and slide them up, pulling my shorts up slightly and letting them drop.

“Turn around. I want to see your face,” he states, causing me to startle, and slowly turn to face him.

Chapter Thirty

Lynx

“Turn around. I want to see your face,” I state, causing her to startle, and slowly turn to face me. She is stunning, both in mind and body. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go at her pace. So, I begin to beg the heavens to allow this woman to let her inhibitions go and take what she deserves. She hesitates for a brief second, but it allows me to see her vulnerability. I decide that it’s my turn to show her what she is missing, and plant my feet in the bed, pushing my ass in the air as I hook my hands into the bands of my underwear and pull them down over my ass, making sure to fling them with my foot to the side. My body on full display for the woman who drives me wild.

“I haven’t done this in a while…” she pauses, her eyes flying to meet mine. “Willingly, anyway.” She moans, her hands tightening on my chest. I know they are going to leave marks, and I will gladly wear them with honor.

“You aren’t defined by what they did…” Her body begins to slowly bounce up and down on my lap. Her pussy that was wrapped around my shaft tightens, and her head falls forward. Her body bounces slowly until I can feel her body start to shake. She slams her body down on mine and moans. Her pussy pulsing around me, milking my cock like it’s the first time I had an orgasm.

“Oh God, Paul. It feels… it feels.” Her mouth falls open and her eyes close, but her body keeps moving. “It’s too fast. I need to hold on,” she moans.

Moving my hand to the apex of her thighs, I use my thumb and pointer finger to pinch her throbbing clit. Watching her detonate drives my need to finish inside her. Planting my feet on the bed and spreading my legs as my hands grip her hips, I pull her down as I push up, releasing my cum deep into her body.

“Fuck, Jessikah. You feel absolutely amazing bouncing on my cock. I could live the rest of my life buried deep inside your body. But that’s just the beginning. I want to experience life with you. When you stood from your desk, it was like someone finally answered my request for just one more good woman,” I say, watching her face soften and a small smile reach her lips.

“Do you know I have never had an orgasm I didn’t have to either fake or have an extra something to push me over the edge. I have always used my fingers to rub my clit when my ex was inside me before he turned into a psychopath,” she mumbles, as she lifts herself off me and rolls to the side. My cum spilling from her pussy as our mixed evidence of pleasure coats me and the bed.

I don’t say anything. How can I respond to being her first orgasm without her own help? Other than throwing my hands in the air and pumping my fists. There is something about being the only man to bring her to pleasure and make her remember it and my name.

She yawns and brings her hand up to under her cheek and slowly falls asleep. Watching this woman sleep is the topping on the cake. Her lips pucker into this cute pout. Her leg comes up and pushes between my thighs, my junk resting on her leg. I smile at the roof. This is the first woman who hasn’t been disgusted by body fluids that we both created, and yet this woman is happily sleeping with me marking her skin.

Raising my hand to cup the back of her head I say, “My angel, I don’t know what I would do if you ever decide I am not worthy enough of you.” Leaning in, I place my lips on her forehead and close my eyes, breathing in her jasmine and coconut scent.

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“Paul, you need to wake up. We have places to be and you need to do me,” Jessikah whispers, her blonde hair framing her beautiful face.

“You have too many clothes on.” I moan and look down to see me tied tightly to the bed and no clothes on. Smirking, I close my eyes and mumble, “All you had to do was say you wanted to be in charge.”

“Why wouldn’t I be in charge?” her voice is unfamiliar. My eyes fly open and I stare up at Spun, who is pulling off the blonde wig and mask that looks like my woman.

“She was such a gullible bitch. Believed me when I told her we were married and that you were just high and thought she was me,” her evil voice gets darker as her eyes jet to the right. My eyes follow hers and, in the corner, slumped down with her eyes closed is Liquid. Her arms loose by her side and her feet resting out.

“What did you do to her?” I ask, my voice tight as if I am being choked.

I gasp awake and look to my left and then to my right. I am not tied to the bed, but Jessikah is not beside me. I jump out of bed and fly out of the room in search of Jessikah. I hear noise from the kitchen, so I slowly creep down the stairs, praying Jessikah is still in the house and that she is safe.

When I come around the corner and look into the kitchen, I see her. My angel is standing by the stove, swaying her hips to the song playing on the speaker in the corner of the kitchen.

Walking up behind her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and lean in to in her ear. “I don’t like waking up and you not being in the room.” I pull her earlobe into my mouth and suck gently before letting go.

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