I look back up at him and nod before opening my mouth giving him access.
He gives me a smirk then nods, gripping my hair so tight I’m sure he’s going to rip out some strands, and then he slams his cock so far into my mouth it hits the back of my throat and I gag.
My hands grip onto his thighs as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in again and holds himself there for a few seconds. My eyes widen and tears begin to form in the corners. He pulls all the way out giving me a chance to catch my breath before placing the tip on my bottom lip.
“If it gets too much, or you want me to stop, you tap my thighs. Do you understand?” I nod at him, but he’s not satisfied. “Words, Marissa. Tell me you understand in words.”
I nod again but give him what he wants. “I understand. If it gets too much, I’ll tap your thighs.”
I guess he got the go ahead that he needed. “Good,” he says as he thrusts back into my mouth at the same time.
His hips thrusting back and forth his hand holding my head in place as his cock slams into the back of my throat. My grip tightens on his thighs, but I don’t tap out. I’m enjoying this way too much as tears spill down my cheeks, and spit runs down my chin.
He pulls out every few seconds giving me enough time to gasp in a couple of short breaths before slamming back in again. My pussy throbs, and I can feel how wet I am.
His breathing becomes heavier, his muscles tighten, and I feel his cock swell in my mouth, and it begins to throb before his hot cum spurts from the end and down my throat.
“Fucking swallow it, baby. Every fucking drop. Take it like I know you can,” he cries out, holding my head forcing me to swallow his cum. The longer he holds, the less I can breathe, and I can feel the panic starting to build. But before it takes over, he pulls out and tugs me to my feet, slamming his lips onto mine and backing me up against the wall.
He lifts my leg hooking it over his hips before thrusting is cock into my pussy.
How the fuck is he still hard?
I pull my mouth away from his, tipping my head back and sucking in as much air as I can, his mouth clamps around the side of my neck, and he sucks.
“Wrath,” I call out, trying to get him to stop, but he just hums and continues to suck as he pounds into me, my back sliding up and down the wall with every thrust.
I hang onto him as my body heats and my legs begin to quake, my orgasm crashes through me before I have a chance to recognise it and I scream out in surprise. A few seconds later he moans around my neck as his orgasm rushes through him.
He releases my neck and then kisses me, before resting his forehead on mine.
I cling to him, my energy completely spent. Our breathing erratic, but strangely in sync. He steps back and spins me, placing me under the shower spray. He lets my feet drop to the floor, but he doesn’t release me. He wraps one arm around me while reaching over, grabbing the shower wash from the shelf, and squirting on my body.
I lean into him as he scrubs every inch of my skin before moving on to my hair. Once he’s done, I reach for the gel to wash him, but he shakes his head, lifting me out of the shower.
No words are exchanged as he dries my body before carrying me into the bedroom and placing me under the covers. I blink up at him as exhaustion takes over. I feel him place a gentle kiss on my forehead before my eyes fully close and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter
Thirty
Leaving in the middle of the night was a shitty thing to do and not something I had intended. In fact, I had fully intended on exploring her body all night long. I knew she needed a little rest after the shower. So, I’d cleaned her up and placed her in bed so she could get a little sleep and regain some of her energy.
I’d grabbed a drink of water and sat on the edge of her bed, watching her sleep for nearly an hour, when Nitro had called telling me to get my arse back to the clubhouse. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. He ruined my fucking plans. But when I’d walked in and saw the state Priest and Gears were in, my rage bubbled to the surface for another reason.
The rest of the brothers and I headed into church as Doc and his ol’ lady Maria checked the guys over and cleaned them up.
“What the fuck happened?” I ask as I take my seat next to Nitro. Ice taking his seat next to me his head cast low, his demeanour defeated. Nitro shakes his head, leaning back in his seat he places his feet on the table, crossing them at the ankles.
“Poisoned Devils. Fuckers jumped Priest and Gears as they came out of the strip club tonight. Turns out we don’t have a solo rider in the city, there were six of the fuckers.” He pauses long enough to light up a cigarette, throwing his packet and lighter onthe table. “Ice and Tongue found them when they followed them out twenty minutes later.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t find them sooner,” Ice apologies to the room.
We all turn to him and I’m about to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he sits straighter in his chair, his gaze goes around the table looking each of us dead in the eyes before landing on Nitro. “I’m increasing the security teams at each of businesses. Especially the ones where the women are. Nobody travels alone, and I’m increasing the city sweeps. I want these fuckers found. Prez, I think we should talk to Data, see if he can add some new shit to the clubs, new monitors, new access controls, off site visuals. I want to be able to have eyes on wherever we are.”
Nitro gives Ice a nod as he tries to hide a smile. We knew Ice was right for the role, we just needed to give him a chance to believe in himself. It’s just a fucking shame it’s under these circumstances.
“Data will be back tomorrow afternoon; we’ll talk to him as soon as he gets in. As for the rest of you fuckers, you heard the man. Nobody travels alone. I want extra bodies around the women for the next week at least. Tank,” Nitro calls out.
