My panties are ruined as I’m officially soaked.
“Don’t be adumb ass, Oak.”
He slaps my ass again and I don’t hold back my moan. I want him to hear just how much his little spankings are turning me on. His muscles tense and his hand grips my ass harshly.
Someone might be just as affected as I am.
I grin naughtily.
“Everyone out!” He barks his order and everyone disperses from the back room at his command.
Not that I blame them but still.
Wanting to argue with him because I love our banter I say, “You can’t just order people around like you own the place!”
He slides me down his body to where I feel each delicious muscle. I think he does it purposely because when my feet touch the floor he wears a smirk on his face.
He’s so fucking hot.
“But I can order you around can’t I?” Oh god, his voice sounds like pure sex and I would without hesitation obey his every command.
His eyes trail over my body hungrily.
What I wouldn’t do to be eaten by him.
Grasping my bare waist he picks me up like I’m nothing and sits me on the counter where I had gotten ready earlier.
Sliding his hands down they travel down to my thighs and spread my legs apart.
He doesn’t fill the space with his body so that I can feel his erection against my wet pussy.
No, what he does is ten times hotter and makes me twenty times wetter.
He crouches down to where he is at perfect eye level with my pussy. Then he leans closer and takes a long inhale. I try to stay still above him but my heart is beating erratically and I can’t stop my hips from shifting closer.
Placing his hands on my hips he stops me. His eyes are wicked and full of lust as they meet mine. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
I whimper as he places a soft kiss on my inner thigh. So close to where I want him but not quite.
He inhales again and a shiver races down my spine. “You smell fucking divine.” He places a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Tell me, Grace,” he begins, tilting his head back to look at me, “are you wet for them or are you wet for me?”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
For the life of me I can’t formulate one single thought, let alone answer him.
“Answer me, Grace,” he demands before biting down on my inner thigh and then soothing it with his tongue. The bite of pain mixed with pleasure shoots straight down to my pussy.
“Oak,” I whimper.
He tsks. “Not an answer.” Then he bites the skin right above the lace edge of my thong. I moan loudly and unashamedly. He chuckles darkly. Ghosting his lips across the edge of my thong he stops when he comes to the strings that sit low on my waist. With his teeth he pulls them back and then lets go, snapping them against my skin. I hiss from the sting but he lavishes it with an opened mouth kiss.
The feeling of his mouth on my skin is delicious but the feeling of his tongue on my skin is downright exquisite.
“All of your body on display,” he murmurs darkly. “And you were going to let them see this before me? I should have all of their fucking eyes for seeing you like this.”
There’s that hot jealousy and possessiveness that Alice and all the Old Ladies at Vipers MC talk about.
I never thought I would like it. The alpha male who is unapologetically possessive but fuck me I do. My feminism just went out the damn window.
