Page 48 of Ruthless Obsession
“Don’t take care of yourself anymore. That’s an order.”
“What am I supposed to do then?”
He hoists me up, placing my bottom on the counter.
Mavis yanks my tank over my head, tossing it aside.
“I love your full breasts.” His mouth covers my bare nipple and I gasp.
“Mavis,” I moan as my fingers slip into his damp hair.
“I’m going to be the man to make you come.” His mouth covers my other breast sucking on my taut nipple.
“You make it hard not to want your mouth on me,” I whisper.
He flashes a cocky grin. “Because we sleep together every night.”
“Mavis, you climb into my bed.”
“I told you I love holding you in my arms. You like it too,” he says before taking my lips.
I plunge my tongue into his mouth needing to let my tongue tangle with his.
I pull back and notice his hard cock and reach into his shorts and free him.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that, baby,” he says gruffly.
I marvel at the precum beading on the tip. I swipe my thumb over it and bring it to my lips. I suck my thumb under his hungry gaze.
“That’s my girl. Soon your pretty lips will be wrapped around my dick.”
He places his fingers in the waist band of my leggings and panties and yank them down my thighs and legs.
Mavis pushes my body back against the cool countertop and spreads my legs. I feel exposed under the bright kitchen lights and the biker's heavy gaze. I push back the bad feelings from my past.
“You’re my woman, Sophie.” But the way he stares at my pussy makes me wet.
“Your sweet pussy belongs to me.” He slides his tongue along my folds and I come undone. Back arching off the cold marble countertop.
“Oh fuck, Mavis,” I moan as I grip his hair tighter trying to pull his face closer if that’s at all possible.
He caresses my thighs as he feasts on my clit, pulling the first orgasm from my body that causes me to shake uncontrollably.
He stretches a hand up and roughly massages one of my breasts. My hips rock against his face on their own accord. And my free hand grips my other breast.
“So sweet. So perfect. So fucking mine, Sophie,” he growls against my soaked pussy.
A tear slips down the side of my face as I bask in a kind of pleasure I’ve never known. This muscled, tattooed biker is making me lose my mind. For him.
“Come on my tongue again, Sophie.” He circles a thumb over my clit as his tongue glides in and out of my needy hole like a fucking jack hammer. The orgasm hits so hard that I see fucking stars as I call out his name.
“Mavis,” I shout at the top of my lungs. His brothers probably heard me out front and I don’t fucking care.
He stands to his full height staring at me under long blond eye lashes. His beard glistens with my juices.
The way my legs quiver uncontrollably is mind blowing.
“You, ok?” he chuckles.
