Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(31)

“But…”

I slide my fingers over the top of her *. She’s waxed clean, not a surprise considering she dances in little more than a G-string, but I still wonder what she would look like with a small patch of hair there…I want to see it someday. I put my finger on the slippery little hood on her clit and use another finger to brush it… and then pinch lightly. I slowly move my fingers up and down the valley of her *, teasing and caressing all around her clit but never touching it—concentrating mainly just on the hood. Her hips begin moving back and forth in a little broken circle and she lets out a whimper to let me know she likes what I’m doing. I decide to reward her and pinch the hood harder this time and add a little more pressure to my strokes.

“I’m going to own this *, Hellcat. You’re already getting so wet for me and I haven’t even started yet. Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I ask her while I pinch the covering over her clit hard, harder than I had.

“Zander… I…I need…”

I let my index finger move along the inside of the lips of her *, getting as close to that throbbing little clit as I can get, but still not giving her the relief she really needs.

“What sweetheart? What do you need?” I ask grazing her clit finally, but just for a second and then I go back to repeating the pattern all over again.

“I…oh God, do that again.”

“What’s that? What did I do? Was it this?” I ask, my lips close to her ear, I lick the inner shell and then suck the lobe into my mouth and bite down.

I push down on her clit, applying pressure hard, until I hear her gasp and her hip thrusts up to meet me. I slide my finger unto her clit over and over before pushing in again. Each time her clit pulses, harder. I can feel the jerking hammer of it with each caress. Liquid heat meets my fingers as I continue my onslaught on her * always ending on a pinch sometimes light, sometimes harder before petting her again and repeating.

“Zander, that feels… what are you doing? That feels…”

Her need has amped up, her hips are moving and she’s tightening up against my hand trying to ride my fingers. I can’t let that continue, I need to make this last longer. I shift so I can see what I’m doing. I stop all movement and she cries out in frustration and looks down at me.

“Take off your bra, Hellcat. Take it off and let me see you tease your nipples.”

“Zander…I…”

I take my hands and rip her underwear on one side and push it out of my way. I watch her as the sound of ripping fabric fills the room and mingles with our ragged breathing.

“Do it,” I order. Her tongue comes out to dance on her lips as her eyes watch me closely. There’s fear and worse…shame in those eyes. I take one hand and pull the lips of her * back and then slap against it with my other hand. “I said do it, don’t make me repeat myself again, Hellcat.”

Shock registers on her face and her body becomes inflexible, but then sensation must have hit her because she tries to capture my hand between her legs to ride it. I imprison one leg in my hold, not letting her. Finally, she gives up and her fingers dance over the hard nipples that are poking through her bra. Cute. She’s cute. I give her that. I spank her wet * again.

“Without the bra, sweetheart. You know what I want. Give it to me and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.”

She sits up enough to undo the clasp on the back of her bra and then slides it off her body. Her arm goes around immediately to try and hide her tits from me. It’s annoying but I’ll bring her out of that. I’m going to f*ck those babies and soon.

“Lick your fingers, Hellcat.”

She looks at me like I’m insane. I sigh and pull away like I’m going to stop giving her pleasure. There’s not a chance in hell at this point, but she doesn’t know that.

She quickly sucks on her fingers and she doesn’t mean it that way—I can tell, but it’s sexier than hell. Fuck, just watching her, has me throbbing. She moves her fingers down to her nipples and begins rubbing them. Her eyes lock on mine and the need in them humbles me. I’ll be the first to make her orgasm. I’ll be the first to bring her this pleasure. I’m going to own her entire body, but I’m starting with her *. It will be mine and from this moment on, not one damned mother f*cker is getting anywhere near it.

I’ve somehow managed to keep the towel around me, not wanting to scare her, but I know it’s about to go too far and very soon I’m going to be in that *. I hope I have her so far gone by then that she doesn’t get freaked out. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but I know it’s enough that I need to treat her like a frightened virgin. Trouble is, I haven’t actually f*cked a virgin, so I’m using pure gut instinct here.

“Pinch your nipples at the same time, Hellcat. Pinch them and pull them at the same time.”

I thought she would question me, or even refuse to do it, but she surprises the hell out of me by doing as I tell her to. I move my fingers back and forth now, petting her * because she minded me so well. I use the tip of my finger to push against her hole, sliding inside of her just a bit, before pulling back out. I do this repeatedly, slowly—never rushing. She keeps thrusting up, but I don’t falter, only allowing my finger to enter the tiniest fraction.