Page 56 of Ripper
I took one last look around Uncle Axle’s home and the state it was in. I nodded, feeling Ripper pull me in close, and the warmth of his body was the only thing calming me down. He tilted my chin up, pressing his lips softly against my forehead, and I shut my eyes for a moment trying not to think about this nightmare.
I shut the door, locking it, wondering what would’ve happened had I been home when the Kings came looking for me. I got onto the back of my bike, following Ripper’s lead back to his place, and from the time I stepped foot inside, I felt safe. He gave me a large T-shirt to change into, grabbing a blanket from his closet for me as I curled up on the couch, not yet ready to head to bed. Despite all of the chaos that was happening, my heart was full knowing that he was here for me.
He stripped his jacket off, leaning over to kiss me, and I caught the faint scent of his cologne still hanging on after a long day.
“When was the last time you had something to eat?”
“I can’t even remember, but I’m not hungry. Really. I’m still so shaken up,” I confessed.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’ve gotta eat something, sweet pea. Wait here, I’ll whip you up something quick, okay? I don’t want you to worry too much tonight. I called Tank. He’s got everyone out looking for those fuckers. When we get a location, we’ll roll up and get the information we need. We can’t get Axle back if you don’t eat and get some rest. Trust me, I’ve been there. It ain’t easy,” he said.
I nodded, smiling softly at him while he made his way into his kitchen. An hour passed, and I smelled the incredible scent of Bolognese wafting into the living room. I heard the sound of ceramic plates clanking, glancing over to see him pull some cutlery out of the drawer before filling each plate with a heaping amount of delicious food. He brought it over to me, and I smiled.
“When you said whip something up this was not at all what I had in mind,” I teased.
“What? Just because I ride a bike all day doesn’t mean I ain’t a master chef. Besides, I spent a lot of time down at Vic’s Bistro. Learned a few things after a few years,” he said.
He twirled the noodles on the fork, feeding them to me, and my eyes widened at the explosion of flavor in my mouth. I took it from him, finishing the rest while he finished his, and the tiredness finally started to set in. The adrenaline slowly disappeared, and my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Ripper had to have sensed it because he turned to me, his eyes wide, his smile soft, reaching up to wipe a bit of sauce from my lips.
“Oh my God,” I said, reaching for a napkin.
“Come here, sweet pea.”
He pulled me in, kissing me hard, and I melted into him. I felt his hands in my hair as he pulled me onto his lap. My bare legs wrapped around him, my hand caressing his cheek feeling his soft stubble. His tongue toyed with mine while his hands traveled down my body. The longer I kissed him, the longer I relished in the scent of him, the wetter I became.
He hiked the oversized T-shirt up enough to expose my breasts. Seeing the hard nipples, he instantly took one into his mouth. I threw my head back, feeling every sensation and the warmth of his lips on my skin. I moaned softly, just as he pulled away for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. He laid me down on the couch, spreading my legs open. One hung over the cushions comfortably, while the other swung off the side, nearly touching the floor. Ripper slowly pulled my wet panties off, trailing kisses on the inside of my thighs, before I felt his tongue on my clit. He sucked on it lightly, licking every inch of my wetness, and the moans escaped my lips before I could stop them.
My lips quivered as he licked up and down, making small circles with his tongue. He parted my pussy lips, his tongue darting inside my opening, just as my back started to arch. He reached up to grab one of my breasts, pinching my nipple hard, and I squirmed under him. He held me down, his fingers pressing into my thighs while he licked and sucked on my pussy, leaving not a single area untouched. His free hand traveled further up to my neck, his thumb brushing up against the back of my neck, and I let out a scream.
“Ripper! Ripper I’m gonna—”
He raised his head up, my pussy throbbed, the sensations rippling through me, and I knew I was on the edge of one hell of an orgasm.
“You’re gonna cum when I say you’re gonna cum,” he murmured.
I bit my lip, nodding at him, while he licked my swollen clit. I tried to hold the orgasm in, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, the pleasure overtaking me in a way it never had before, and I knew it would escape at any minute.
“Ripper! I-I can’t—”
“Hold it, baby. You’re gonna cum when I’m inside of you.”
He got up, undoing his belt, and he slipped out of his jeans. I took one look at his rock solid dick, practically aching for it inside of me. I took it between my fingers, running my hands up and down his shaft, guiding it closer to my lips. I got up on my knees, sliding it into my mouth, glancing up at him while he fucked my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair, driving his dick deeper into the back of my throat, and I listened to that low, incredible groan of his.
“Fuck…”
I licked up and down, teasing the tip of his dick with my tongue. He shot me that smirk before he took a seat, grabbing me so I could slide right on top of him. I felt his dick slide in, and I gasped. Every movement felt like a spark, igniting a fire inside of me that’d burn so bright there’d be no way I’d be able to contain it.
I moaned, running my hands through his hair, rocking my body back and forth on top of him. My wetness trickled down my inner thighs, my pussy soaking when he grabbed a hold of my waist, driving his dick up inside me. My ass cheeks slammed down against his legs with every thrust, and I cried out in pleasure. He grabbed my ass cheeks, thrusting harder, faster, until the orgasm started to build inside of me again awaiting an eruption.
“Ripper! Ripper. Fuck. Oh my God. Fuck!”
He grabbed my throat, squeezing softly while he held my gaze. My hair was sweaty, sticking to my forehead as he fucked me, and I watched as that perfect smirk curled up in his lips. He held me steady, getting up from his spot with my legs safely wrapped around him. He kicked off the jeans around his ankles, pressing my back up against the wall while he guided his dick back inside.
I cried out again, feeling his lips on mine, shutting me up good while he fucked the life out of me. My body was shaking, my lips quivering, and I felt my eyes start rolling to the back of my head.
“Look at me, Ronnie,” he commanded.
I stared deeply into those beautiful eyes of his, watching his jaw tense and his muscles tighten. I took in every subtle change in his expression as he rammed his dick up inside of me. The orgasm erupted through me rapidly, and I looked up to see Ripper shaking his head, with that very same smirk on his face. He helped me off of him, turning me on my stomach, and I lifted my ass in the air. He slapped it hard and I felt the cheek jiggle just before he grabbed it. He pulled my legs closer to him, slipping his dick back inside. My pussy was sore, throbbing, but I wanted more.
