This isn’t me.
But I want this, I really want this, I want him. I don’t want anything serious, and thankfully, he doesn’t seem like the serious type. Not that it matters. Once we go our separate ways, we’ll never see each other again. I’m off to London in a few weeks, and he’ll be back in Manchester with the others.
The clubhouse is quiet, no brothers or club whores kicking around. I let him pull me through the building toward his room.
My body is so desperate for his touch.
He pulls me down a corridor stopping outside a door. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his key. His eyes never leave mine as he unlocks the door and then pushes me through it, kicking it shut behind us.
Suddenly his mouth is on mine as he spins me, placing his hand on the back of my head and then slams me against thedoor. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and my hands grab his belt undoing it before loosening the button and taking down his zipper.
He groans as my hands connect with his cock.
He’s huge with some serious girth, and I find myself wondering if I can take all of him. I stack my hands and curl them around his shaft, he groans into my mouth again as I pump them up and down before cupping his balls and gently squeezing and rubbing.
He bites my lip and pulls before letting it fall from between his teeth. His hands reach for mine pulling them from him. He places my hands above me then crosses my wrist and places his large hand over them holding them in place.
“I allow you to keep doing that and this will be over before I want it to be.” He covers my mouth with his once more then moves his free hand to my jeans undoing the button and pulling my zipper. My stomach is going wild with excitement and my pussy throbs, I’m fucking desperate.
I wriggle as his hand begins to slide inside my jeans and underwear.
“Tell me baby. Are you wet already?” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before kissing me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as his fingers move lower, gently teasing the edge of my clit. I thrust my hips forward trying to get him to put his fingers exactly where I need them.
He pulls away, chuckling. “Someone’s a little needy.” He kisses down my chin and over the column of my neck, sucking it into his mouth.
“Wrath. No marks. Please.” As much as this turns me on, I do not want to have to try and hide any bloody hickeys. I’m too old for them, and I don’t want to have to explain them to anyone.
I feel him smile around my throat, but he doesn’t stop, sucking my neck even harder. I try to pull away, but he runs his finger along my soaked folds distracting me.
He hums out his appreciation at how wet I already am.
I suck my lip into my mouth trying to regain my senses, but just when I think I might be coming to my senses, he slides two fingers into my pussy and my walls instantly clench around them. I ball my hands into fists and try to pull free from his hand needing to touch him, but he tightens his grip.
He sucks harder on my neck, letting his teeth graze at my skin as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. He curls them inside of me reaching for my G-spot as he places his thumb on my clit adding a small amount of pressure and rubbing.
The inside of my walls pulse around his fingers and my stomach swirls with my impending orgasm. I tense trying to hold it off, but he adds a third finger and increases the pressure. I can’t hold it off any longer, my body tingles, and my legs begin to buckle. I struggle to catch my breath.
“Let it go baby. I wanna hear it.”
Sweat forms over every inch of my body, as he increases his speed and catches my clit at just the right point. I’m done, I can’t hold it. “Oh…oh, God. Fuck me. Yes, fucking hell, Wrath, yes.”
He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me as I ride out my orgasm. My cum runs down his fingers and covers his hand. He pulls his fingers and brings them to his lips. His tongue darts out and licks his cum soaked palm. His eyes darken and smirks as he pushes his fingers into my mouth.
“Suck them clean baby.” I do as he asks and suck as I let my tongue swirl around them, cleaning every drop from them.
He lets go of my hands and lets them drop.
“Don’t move,” he orders me as he drops to his knees and pulls my jeans and underwear down. I watch him as he unzips myboots pulling each one off and placing them at the side before pulling my jeans off and throwing them off to the side.
He takes his time with my underwear, gently sliding it off over one of my ankles. His hand runs up my thigh and across my pussy, before gently running it down my other one. He cups my ankle as he lifts my leg gently pulling off my knickers and smelling them.
I bite my lip and tip my head back. That should not turn me on, but it does.
I cry out as his mouth connects with my pussy. Sucking my clit into his mouth, his teeth nipping at my lips. My hands instinctively reach for his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer. His tongue pushes through my folds, and my pussy begins to throb once again as he licks around my walls, while thrusting his tongue in and out.
“Oh, God. Shit. I…” My body is on fire, my legs begin to shake. I’m on the edge of another orgasm…
“Wait, what the fuck?” I cry out as he removes his mouth from my pussy and stands with a smirk on his face. He slams his lips onto mine, forcing me to taste myself.
