Page 24 of Bruised MC Bear
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Axe
Axe threwon a pair of boxers and sat on the bed. A bone dead tiredness quickly set in. He wasn’t expecting to be this beat. The flimsy mattress sunk in half under his weight. It had been a long night even before he had fucked Angel hard in the shower. He curled his fingers into the mattress and stretched out on the comforter, made cool from the air conditioning unit that lined up with the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and around the room. Jesus, this place was a hellhole. He wasn’t expecting the Ritz, but compared to this place, the clubhouse was a palace.
“Are you okay over there?” she asked.
“Huh?” His focus swiveled from the dented and falling apart chest of drawers that held an old TV on it. Angel was draped in a towel. Tiny droplets of water eased down her hair to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. He already wanted to rip the towel away and trace each droplet with his tongue as they moved down her body. With her curves, he could picture licking every bead of water until she was quivering.
“Hello? You there?” Angel said again, waving to get his attention this time.
He jerked himself out of the fantasy and returned his gaze to her face.
“Yes,” he rasped. “All good.”
Ange leaned against the door jamb. The bathroom light cast shadows on her nearly nude body, highlighting her silhouette. Fuck. As drained as he felt, he couldn’t stop the erection tenting his boxers. Her towel slid down slightly on one side, and he swallowed hard, catching an eyeful of delicious cleavage.
“Didn’t you say something about taking the couch?”
“That was before,” he muttered. “Get over here. Now.”
Angel ran her hand through her hair and scrunched up her nose in a mildly annoyed expression. “Not until I’m good and ready,” she huffed.
He saw right through the failed attempt at disinterest.
Axe couldn’t hold back his smile, which damn near took over his entire face. She was lucky he hadn’t yet forced himself to get up off the bed. That towel would be gone again and he’d do ungodly things to her luscious nakedness, right here in this room. Still, he couldn’t resist the huge gaping hole of opportunity to mock her half-hearted attempt at domination.
“Yes, mistress. Just let me know how standing over there is working for you.”
Judging by her lack of response, he figured she would give up on the power struggle and come to bed. Angel did neither. Instead, he got an eyeful of her delicious, naked curves as the towel dropped to the carpet. His cock went from firm to hard as granite in an instant, and he lifted off the bed. Dragging his gaze across her nakedness, he made sure to claim every damn inch of her with his eyes. Axe couldn’t even try to tamp down the growl that formed deep in his chest and rumbled at the back of this throat.
Angel was… fucking gorgeous.
She arched a brow and placed one hand on her hip, kicking it out so the hollows of her mound were contoured with shadow. Before Axe knew it, the exhaustion he had been feeling was long gone, and he was standing in front of her again, pressing her naked back against the wall. Their eyes locked. A grin stretched across Angel’s face. The sound of her throaty gurgle of a laugh, had his cock like a kickstand in his pants, pointing right at her.
He swallowed thickly.
“Are you going to stare until the sun comes up, or are you going to obey me?” she asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the potency of the word ‘obey’.
He nodded.
“Sit on the bed,” she ordered.
“You won’t use that tone again after I’m done with you,” he warned her, boldly stripping out of his boxers.
“What did I say?” she asked in the exact same tone.
This woman was bold and brash, the way she persisted in butting heads with him. Axe was used to calling the shots in and out of the bedroom. He yielded to no one, but this little lady still didn’t give a fuck. Damn, it was sexy. Unable to hide his grin, he met her halfway. Taking her by one hand, he shuffled back to the bed and sat at the edge. All he had to do was play it cool and let the pretty little curvy woman with the commanding voice boss him around a little bit. Maybe for a couple of hours. Okay fuck, maybe for five minutes.
Angel traced her index finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, and paused at her neatly trimmed bush.
“This game of yours won’t last a minute if you keep teasing me that way,” he growled out, tightening his grip on her wrist.
Damn. Angel went down on her knees in front of him. Her long damp hair brushed against his legs, and his stiff cock was inches from her sexy, fuckable mouth, so close his tip could part her lips if he breathed too deeply. She stared up at him, stretching out the moment for way too long.
“Be a good boy and don’t move.”
Angel leaned in further, connecting her tongue with his tip. The exhales from her mouth tickled his skin all the way along his shaft to his stomach, silently reminding him she was the boss. For now. Unable to look away from that mouth of hers, he marveled as she took almost every inch of his shaft into her mouth without using her hands. Christ, it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the tip each time she pulled back. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest to his lips, and their eyes locked. Angel smirked at him, giving him a sassy wink.
