Page 48 of Bruised MC Bear
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “And you know what? You’re going pay for this when you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Caressing her inner thigh, he ducked his head down and kissed a trail up to one hip. She was already writhing from his promise of making her pay, so his lips on her skin only served to ramp up her need. As his mouth lowered onto her cleft, he reached his hands up and cupped each breast. He licked along her folds and circled her nipples at the same pace, causing her hips to drift up off the bed for more.
Axe moved his hands back to her thighs, parting them wide as he drove his tongue past her folds. She was wet, and shaking, and close to the edge when Axe seemed to lose all control. With one smooth movement, he lifted his head, dragged her down the bed, and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock surged at her opening, easing up her tightness, inch by inch, until he was deep inside of her. He gripped her ass cheeks, settling himself as her core adjusted to his thick width. Making a slight motion with his hips, he pushed in deeper, and at the same time, he moved a hand over her throbbing cleft. He flicked it a few times, and her legs started to shake, her stomach seized and her body ignited, catapulting her to an orgasm that had her seeing stars.
“Yes. Come for me, Angel,” he moaned.
He did not stop even for a second, and that little rolling of his hips kept the waves of an ever-intensifying peak rolling through her body. Close to crying from pure sensory overload, her body bucked as she lost herself, surrendering to the exhaustion. Axe picked up the pace then, sliding his massive rock hardness out of her a little more each time, and sinking into her, driving her mind out of her body.
He drove deeply inside her, one sharp thrust after the other, seeming to lose control. He grasped her hips and pulled back, all the way to the tip, and with a groan, he buried himself inside of her again. The sensory overload blew her mind each and every time, sending shockwaves from her core to every part of her body. Each movement hit deeper inside her and made him a little more erratic, and in one or two or twenty more strokes, he growled out a wild groan.
His body tensed through his release as her channel tightened with a climax that seemed to start from deep in her womb and took her over the edge with him. Axe rocked back and forth some more, and slowly his body calmed. Resting on top of her, he panted for air, cradling her body tight underneath him. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her, taking her into his arms as he stretched his legs out.
Axe’s burner phone went off on the table and she nearly jumped up through the roof. He groaned and picked it up, checking the number.
“Fuck. I need to take this call,” he grumbled, moving out from under her to sit up. “What?” he answered gruffly, giving one-word answers throughout the call. He hung up. “Sorry, doll. We’ve got business,” he announced, making his way to his clothes on the armchair near the window.
Angel pulled the covers over her, staring at him as he removed the condom and got dressed. She had no words.
“I won’t be long,” he said, kissing her forehead before he walked out the door.
She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes.
Axe had just confirmed it.
He was her pattern.
