There is no chance for her to look around before I toss her on the bed, grab her hips and spin her so she faces down, her legs hanging over the edge.
“Stay there. Don’t move.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and lips parted, watching me grab a condom and pull it on. I walk back to her like a predator and her throat works as she swallows.
“You ready for me to fuck you, Cherry?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice strong.
I lift her hips and put her knees on the bed then bend mine to the right level and shove inside of her, the tightness of her welcoming the intrusion, making her cry out. Oh yeah, this is so much better than her mouth, even though that was amazing. I fuck into her hard, and she straightens her arms to make her stance more rigid, so I hit as far as I can as she pushes back.
My focus goes solely on her ass, and watching my cock disappearing and reappearing, the condom glistening. I’d give fucking anything to tear it off and feel the real her but my brain instantly dismisses the idea. She’s begging and moaning the harder I thrust and I lose all self-control, rutting in and out like an animal.
Taylor claws the comforter and starts making a loud keening sound, then cries out as she clamps down on me. I fuck her harder, needing to feel that climax tearing through her, until my cock can’t take anymore and I pump everything I have into the condom, into her.
“Fuck,” I lean my head down on her spine and try to catch my breath. She stays pressed upwards, taking the weight of my body as I bend over her, wrapping an arm underneath her waist. We can’t stay like this forever, though the thought of pulling out of her irritates me.
The condom takes over any decision I want to make about that. It’s practically full. I step back and remove it, tying it off and going to the bathroom.
When I come back out Taylor is sitting on the end of the bed. She looks up at me, hesitant.
“Don’t look at me like that, Cherry,” I tell her. “Ten minutes and I’ll be spreading those legs again, but first,” I get on my knees and push my face between her thighs. She flinches back but I grip her hips and pull her into me as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God… Er Noah,” she corrects.
“Damn fucking right,” I growl, then press my tongue inside her. “Now wrap those legs around my neck and show me how much you want to get this pretty pink pussy tongue fucked.”
Chapter Seventeen
Taylor
The temptation to ask about his son has been consuming me. Well, after he went down on me until I felt like my mind splintered, then lifted me up, walked to the wall, pressing me against it and fucking me like that.
Noah did not stop until he had me screaming his name. He’s like a machine, I’ve never experienced anything like it. The last thing I thought would happen is us lying in bed together after all the sex. He strikes me as the type who showers and dresses and sees a woman out and not with a thanks for the good time as the door closes behind you.
I’d been expecting that and am kind of still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Letting my stupid heart read more into that would be insane. It’s not like we’re cuddling or anything.
Dana had plenty to say about what I’ve been doing. She said with no irony whatsoever given she was panting after a club member, that I needed to stay away. Her logic made sense. Stryker isn’t President. But what difference does it make, really? They’re both a part of it.
Dana tried to fill my head with horror stories but all I keep thinking about is him holding his little boy, getting him what he needed and helping to settle him. Like a true, caring father.
It reminds me of my dad, but I can’t let memories of him into this room with us. That feels all kind of wrong given what he did with my very willing body.
Noah is sitting up drinking a glass of water, the sheet draped over his lap. I can see the outline of his dick the fabric is so thin.
Hard to believe that has been inside me, it’s big and the piercing… He wasn’t wrong when he said it would hurt in a good way. I’m feeling particularly tender right now. Even if I wanted to, I’m not sure I could do it again.
“What are you thinking about over there?”
My head snaps up from the pillow. I’m lying on my side, staring at his dick. He’s smiling like he knows exactly what I’m thinking when I meet his gaze.
“What is the difference between the President and guys who are part of the MC?”
His brow lifts. “Didn’t I tell you earlier I wouldn’t talk about the club?”
“The way I see it,” I shuffle up, pulling the sheet with me so it covers my breasts. “I’m asking about the hierarchy of ahypotheticalmotorcycle club.”
“When I’m the president of one?” he cocks his head.
