Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(32)

“Zander!”

“What is it you want, Hellcat? You want me to finger f*ck your *, sweetheart?” I growl. She’s stopped playing with her breasts. Now her hands have grabbed the rails on the headboard and she holding onto them while her body keeps twisting up to try and find what it needs, what I’m not allowing it to have. I should reprimand her, but seeing her so lost in pleasure with no more than what I’m doing, stops me.

Instead, I decide to reward her. I thrust one finger in completely and then another while using my thumb to press down on that hard little button that keeps calling my name. I pick up the speed of my thrusts now, using my fingers to completely own her hot cunt. Mine. I’m the first to give her this and I’m going to be the motherf*cking last.

“Yes…Fuck! Zander… please.”

When the word please leaves her lips, I smile. Her head is thrown back and she has no idea what I’m about to give her. I pull the damn towel off and throw it on the ground. My cock is dying to slide inside her, and it will, but not yet. Not until I have her completely at my mercy. With that one thought in my mind, I keep thrusting my fingers in and out, but now I add my tongue on the hard nub of her clit, flicking it playfully a few turns before I suck it completely in my mouth. Her juice slides against my fingers, her soaked * overfilled. I release her clit with a pop and then slide my tongue down the channel of her *, moaning at the sweet, creamy taste of her. I barely have time to savor it before she calls out my name and comes hard against my fingers. I growl, because that was too soon. I sit up and her whine of protest doesn’t go unheard, but I’m already way ahead of her. I grab her hips and pull her up so her * is at my face and then I dive in. My tongue replaces my fingers, but I also use my lips, my teeth, and hell anything else I can, to torture and drink her down. She twists and turns, trying to get away, when my tongue slides back and forth along her clit, lashing it before sliding back inside. I nibble and suck on every tasty inch I can find as she begins to flood me with more of her sweet cum. Her second orgasm is more intense, her body is shaking, her cry is louder and her body is thrusting against my face. I let her ride it out on my tongue slowly licking her until she calms. I ease her body back down once her cries of pleasure die down into whimpers.

While she’s recovering, I reach over into the nightstand drawer and grab one of the condoms I stored in there a few days ago. Not to sound cocky, but I knew this was going to happen, I just had no idea when. I slide the rubber over my aching cock, damn thing is so ready to blow I’m surprised the latex fits. I position myself and look down at her.

“Dani sweetheart, look at me.” She moans, her body literally shaking with the small bursts of pleasure from her second release. “Dani, now.”

She looks up at me. Our eyes meet. This is it. Fuck, this is finally it.





Chapter 13




Dani


I’m in a haze traveling somewhere far away and I feel completely weightless. It’s his voice that calls me back. Zander. I search him out and fight my way to him. The look on his face is intense, white hot and full of need…for me…. he wants…me…

“Dani, now,” he says and for the first time since I invented her, I feel like Dani. Our eyes lock.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, sweetheart. I want to see your face every second I’m inside of you. You hear me?”

My heart kicks up in fear. It’s been so good to this point…can I trust him to take it further? Will it be okay? I bite my lip and nod, giving him my yes. I don’t want this to end, in fact, I want it again and again. He’s like a drug and I damn sure want to be addicted. He takes his cock and rubs it back and forth against my opening. The slick sound of us together is loud even over my uneven breathing. I never realized that being with someone would feel like this. Instinctively, I know it’s because I’m with Zander and that’s why it feels this way. There’s something about him that called to me from day one. That thought should scare me. Maybe it’s post orgasmic stupidity, but I’m not scared. I think I’m even starting to trust Zander.

That’s my last thought before he thrusts into me. Oh hell. He’s…big… but I’m so wet he goes in easily, it’s just he makes me feel…stretched. That feeling only intensifies when he pushes my legs back so they bend and lay against my stomach. Unfortunately, that’s also the time when memories try to weigh in. Michael’s face becomes superimposed on Zander’s, and instantly my body snaps out of its’ sex-induced haze. Zander is leaning over the top of me and I feel exposed. The panic starts.

“Hellcat. Stop. Look at me. Who am I?”

“Zander…” I say, trying to hold onto his voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Now wrap your legs around me and hold on and I’ll take you on a quick ride.”

I try to breathe through it, letting his voice push the panic back. I don’t want Michael to ruin this. I can’t let that happen, he’s already taken too much from me. I wrap my legs around him, and he takes his hands and pulls them higher up, so the heels of my feet are digging into the cheeks of his ass. He sinks deeper inside of me and his face is next to mine. Our lips are just a breath away from each other. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t move. I’m afraid I’ve done something wrong. I start to ask him when he slowly opens them.