“I need to take care of you, Addyson,” he pushes the words past his teeth, his jaw clenched tight and the cords of his neckstraining with how hard he’s holding himself back. “You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Like an obligation,” I challenge and flick my tongue against that spot right under the crown of his cock.
“No,” he barks, his eyes burning with something too big for me to confront, “a privilege.” His fingers dive into my hair. He holds my head in place with one hand and grips my hands where I’m holding his cock with the other. When he paints my lips with his pre-cum, my pussy gushes. “My privilege,” he growls.
I part my lips, expecting him to guide his length inside my mouth, but he doesn’t. Briggs’s large body practically vibrates right before he shakes his head and lets out a low growl.
The next thing I know I’m being lifted from my knees and put back on my feet. “If I slip inside your sweet mouth,” Briggs’s voice is rough and full of gravel, “I’ll lose my fucking mind. I’ll fuck your throat until you’re gagging on me, my Tempest.”
“I don’t think that’s the kind of threat you think it is,” I sass him.
He tugs the rest of my clothes off slowly, his eyes taking in my skin as he uncovers it. My hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, taking his cut with me. I gently fold it and put it on his bedside table. I’ve seen the way he treats it. It’s not just leather to him. It means something.
The club.
His loyalty.
The ride.
His brothers.
The family.
His legacy.
“I can’t fuck your face like I want to, Addyson,” he rumbles the words as he pulls his shirt off and we’re both naked.
There’s something sweet in the vulnerability between us, but the way he’s looking at me is all rough and tumble. He stands slowly, his hands on my hips holding me in place. The smile on his face feels like a warning, one given to all the good girls about the bad boy.
“I need you too badly,” he whispers the words like if he speaks any louder then they’ll be stolen from him. His tone is covetous, “I’ve been thinking about sinking inside of you all fucking day. I’m on edge and I’ll be too rough, but your sweet little cunt can take it.”
Mayday. I’m going down.
My knees buckle slightly but he holds me up. Our bodies are so close that our skin brushes, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. He lifts me effortlessly and then turns us. His hand lands heavily on my ass as he rasps, “Hands and knees, Addyson.”
The way my skin erupts in goosebumps is kind of maddening. And incredibly hot. I’m scrambling to follow his command before I even realize what I’m doing.
I hear him open the drawer to his bedside table and listen to the crinkle of the condom wrapper with an anticipation that borders on madness. My pussy is practically dripping when he kneels on the bed behind me.
Just when I think I can’t take it, his hands land on my hips. He caresses down over my ass, and I push back against his touch,wanting more, needing more. I let out a surprised yelp when he slaps both of my ass cheeks before soothing them with his touch.
When I look back at him over my shoulder, his crystal blue eyes are focused on my pussy. He bites his lip as he grips his length before sliding the head up and down my soaking wet slit. I gasp and try to push back, wanting him deep inside of me, but he grips my hip and holds me in place.
“Please Briggs,” I pant, “I want to feel you stretch me. Need it,” I gasp as the head of his cock brushes against my clit.
“I know what you need.”
Then he’s pushing inside me. Slowly. I feel every single fucking inch of him sliding into me until he’s buried to the hilt. His fingers tighten on my hip while I throw my head back, my back arching. He grips the hair I gathered up out of the way when I thought I’d be sucking his cock. When he fists the strands, I swear I have a little orgasm.
He huffs a breath out of his nose, the sound all feral wild animal preparing to rut.
“Addy,” my name falls from his lips like I’m his savior.
He pulls out of me slowly. When only the head of his cock is lodged in my entrance, his grip tightens and we take a breath together.
And then he punches his hips forward and doesn’t stop. He fucks me hard and fast, every thrust brutal and brilliant. The sounds that come out of me are obscene.
I’m not even sure what is better—the way he’s making my body tingle all over or the care he’s shown me.
