Page 93 of Coveted By Cupid

Obeying like the good girl she is, Vanessa holds up one hand to me. I take her by the wrist, bending over to suck two of her fingers into my mouth. Using my tongue like she’s using hers around the head of my dick, I coat her fingers in my saliva. Vanessa groans excitedly around me, her eyes watching me while her mouth never skips a beat working my cock.

If she gets excited about me sucking on her fingers, she’ll go off like a spark when I tell her what to do with them.

Releasing her fingers from my mouth with a wet pop, I let go of her wrist. “Polish that pretty little pearl for me until you come.”

The bridge across Vanessa’s nose turns a pretty rose from her blush. She may have some sexual experience, but it always astonishes me when I tell her to do something or I perform a certain act on her and it’s clearly her first time.

Guys today don’t put in nearly the effort they should to make the most of being with a beautiful woman like Vanessa. It’s a little stroke to my ego when I catch these moments, knowing I’m the first to make her flush in these ways.

Hell help me, I’ll be her last.

Tentatively, Vanessa reaches between her splayed legs where she kneels on the floor at my feet. Her eyes hood with pleasure as soon as she touches herself.

“Good naughty girl,” I coo, grinning and enjoying the feel of her hot mouth around me. “Rub it hard the way my hand would.”

Her slender fingers work her clit, rubbing tight little circles over her sensitive nub the way I do when I’m pleasuring her. Vanessa’s whimpers turn into deep groans. She won’t last long, and thank God. I’m about to unload. My balls are pulling up, tightening with my upcoming release.

At this point, we’re in a race to see who will finish first. Normally, I have no problem holding out until my partner gets off. However, Vanessa is casting magic on my dick, and her tongue is her wand. I pray I can hold out until she comes.

When I see Vanessa’s eyes shutter close, I brace myself. This will be intense.

She cries out her release around my dick deep in her throat, launching off a cascade of delicious spasms along my rigid length. Her release triggers my own. My orgasm hits me at once, locking my knees and stealing the air in my lungs.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I pant between the spasms of my climax, releasing ropes of my seed into Vanessa’s mouth.

She continues to work my cock until the last drop is spent and the aftershocks of my release have faded.

When she finally releases my spent length from her hot mouth, my body shakes from holding myself upright. Her lips are moist with my release that slipped past her mouth, and her smile is wicked. She knows exactly what she did to me and she’s damn proud of herself.

With the last of my strength, I take her chin between my fingers, running my thumb over her bottom lip and collecting my come that spilled past her lips. I push my thumb past her puffy, abused lips, not wanting her to miss a single drop of the gift I gave her. Without me having to ask, Vanessa’s talented little tongue swirls around my thumb, sucking the rest of my seed off of me and making me hum with approval.

“Up,” I order, my voice raw.

Vanessa uses my forearms to pull herself to her bare feet. She sways into me, still recovering from her orgasm. I hold her in my arms, brushing her tousled hair away from her pretty face before cupping her cheek in one of my hands and claiming her mouth with mine. Vanessa opens her mouth like a flower chasing the sun, letting me sweep my tongue along hers. I taste the salty bitterness of my release still on her lips and tongue, loving how it still coats the inside of her mouth. It’s another place on her I’ve laid claim.

As much as I want to get lost in Vanessa’s kisses and give her aftercare for being such a damn good girl, an urgent matter needs to be addressed first.

Pulling back from the kiss, I give her a pointed look. “What did you see outside tonight?”

My woman hesitates a moment before meeting my gaze with tears welling in her eyes. “You may be a dangerous biker, Cupid, but I’m putting my faith in you and this club that you’re not selling drugs. I’ve seen firsthand the damage it does. It robbed me of my family and childhood. I refuse for it to rob me of losing you, whether to addiction or to prison.”

Sweet saints, my Butterfly is stripping me of my hardness with her confession. Yes, I’m doing shady dealings, but never would I subject her to the same abuse her parents put her through in her youth.

“Promise me it’s not drugs,” she retorts, her voice pleading.

My thumbs brush away the few tears rolling down her cheeks, wanting to wipe away all the pain of losing her parents. Her asking for reassurance regarding this matter is understandable, given her history and the career she is studying for. I’ll remove her worry immediately.

“Royal Bastards never touch the shit,” I vow reassuringly, well aware selling narcotics would be a deal-breaker for her. “I swear it on my club and on my cut.”

She lets out a long, relieved sigh. “I believe you.”

“I’m not saying that I’m not doing illegal shit—that’s how the MC operates. But drugs will never come through my club. I’ll walk away with you from the Royal Bastards if it ever crosses my threshold. You have my word.”

“You’re choosing me?”

“I already chose you. What I’m telling you is the club may come first, but not at the expense of losing you. We both know what’s important to the other, and we’ll not cross those boundaries.”

“Well then, I saw nothing that concerns me,” she says sweetly, wrapping her slender arms around my midsection.