Page 25 of Bruised MC Bear
“You know what I want.”
Angel almost jumped, and audibly swallowed past the lump in her throat at the stern, dangerous timbre in his voice. There it was again. More proof that this little lady had no idea who she was dealing with. Except she made a damned good effort to hang on to the reins right now. She released his cock and pulled away until she was a few feet from him. He all but whimpered from the cold air that replaced her hot, wet mouth. Angel’s lips quirked up into a slight smile as she pointed back toward the pillows, motioning for him to stretch out along the length of the bed.
Axe did what she asked, but again, he did it the way he wanted, scooping her up from the floor and taking her with him. The only question he thought he might ask her was whether it was really submission if he wanted already planning to do what she wanted. Not that he cared right this second. At the moment, he was busy spreading her legs so she would straddle him from her spot on top of him.
Angel pushed off his chest and sat up. His gaze idly traced down from her face to the bite mark on her shoulder.
His mark.
His woman.
Smiling, he continued his perusal of her pale, creamy skin. He had a hard time ripping his attention away from her small pink nipples. She placed her hands over each breast just then, teasing him at the very same instant that he inwardly remarked how lucky he was to have her in his orbit. Axe sighed and covered her hands with his.
Angel flicked them away with a swat. “You get to touch me when I say so, and not a second sooner.”
“You’re sure about that?” Axe asked, gesturing down at his cock, which at the moment was getting the sexiest massage as Angel rubbed her wet folds against it from her position on top of him. “Not that I mind the contradiction, sweet thing. I’m just saying.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t reply, and also did not stop grinding her hips against his for the wettest, hottest dry hump he’d ever had in his natural born life. Axe upped the ante. He threaded his fingers gently through her hair, smiling as he tugged backward with just enough force to get her attention.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me.” Angel uttered, still fighting to take back control.
Axe could only laugh. The statement was all the more entertaining given her hips were rolling right now. It wasn’t exactly a question, so he didn’t answer it. His eyes narrowed, and with one hand firmly gripping Angel’s hip, he lifted her up, away from his groin. Angel groaned out a pleading moan. Maybe now, she could sense the heat of his dick, so close but so far from her center. Damn, he missed the contact too, but fuck, she needed a reminder that lust, sex, and that other L-word he wasn’t ready to use were all on the proverbial two-way street. Gritting his teeth, he cocked his head and waited.
“You’re a piece of work, Axe,” she hissed.
He rumbled out a throaty laugh. “You’d better believe it, baby. Have I made my point, or do you want to wait some more?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’re not making any sense,” he barked. “What are you saying yes to?”
“That you’ve made your point,” she confessed in a whimper, much to his satisfaction, and to his cock’s relief.
Releasing his grip on her hair, Axe positioned his tip at her opening and jerked her body down hard along his shaft. Angel still hadn’t figured out up from down as she threw her head backward and picked up right where she left off with the grinding. A low, ragged moan escaped from Axe’s lips. He could barely breathe. The expression on Angel’s face near drove him to madness, seeing her this wild and completely caught up in the moment. Hell, it was almost as satisfying as the way she rode him.
As Angel picked up the pace, Axe pistoned deeper into her, intensifying each stroke. His hands held her hips, but she was the one making the mind-blowing moves right now. Any attempt to think, even on a basic level, was put on hold as she raised and lowered her tight, slick heat up and down his shaft. Her moans echoed in the dingy room, drawing him forward, compelling him closer, making his pulse pound and echo from his ears to his temples.
When Angel leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, he was sure he’d erupt any minute. The sensation of her lips on his, her breasts against his chest, and changing the angle of their connection down south did him in. She surprised him again by working her hips in smooth circles, and as he pressed his eyes shut, Angel bit down so hard on his bottom lip, he tasted blood. His eyes flicked open just in time to see a playful half-grin on her face, and still, kept going as though it was completely normal. Maybe this bite was payback for leaving teeth marks on her neck.
So be it.
It was worth every second, watching her sway and grind. He stared at the gorgeous woman as she did whatever the fuck she wanted to him until he couldn’t just lie back and watch. He had to touch the seductive minx who made his brain and body get closer to losing it. Axe wasted no time. His hand found her wet, warm cleft, and circled her sensitive bud with his thumb. Angel groaned, gasped and sped up. Her muscles clenched around him as she worked with his rhythm until he was sure she was about to become unhinged—and then he stopped completely, just to keep her on her toes. He grinned and waited.
“Wicked bastard,” she groaned.
Angel’s rested her hands on his shoulders. Their combined body heat seemed hot enough to burn. He continued then, worshipping her as her eyes snapped shut again, and her body bucked and writhed.
“Come for me, Angel,” he groaned, taking that much more pleasure from seeing her get close to falling apart.
Her entire body froze in one spot, and her inner walls clenched. He was enjoying it so much that hips shot forward without his consent, burying deep inside this goddess.
“Don’t…stop…please…” she panted out her plea.
Axe took her hard and fast. He wasn’t sure why exactly, but the way she said the word ‘please’ drove him over the edge. He jerked his hips up into a frenzy until the pace of his strokes were too fast to track as he came.
Angel collapsed on his chest, breathing almost as heavily as he did, but then again, she had done most of the work this time around. He took his time catching his breath, waiting for whenever she was ready to pull apart from him. That didn’t happen. Her breathing eased and slowed down, and a few minutes later, his eyes shut for the night.
