Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(57)

“It feels good, Hellcat,” I’m lying because it’s so f*cking more than good. I’m not sure there are words invented to describe it. “Suck me, baby. Suck my dick hard, please?” I add, holding her breasts completely in my hands and squeezing them repeatedly, loving the way they contract and expand in my hands.

Dani’s eyes close and she sucks hard. She works my cock with her mouth while using her hand to stroke me at the same time. If I allowed myself I would have already shot my load. Someday soon, I plan on coming this way. Just not today. I move my hands under her arms lift her up. She reluctantly lets go of my cock with a popping noise. She stands up on her own and looks down at me in confusion.

“What? Why did you stop me? Was I doing it wrong?”

“Hellcat, listen to me. Nothing you give me will ever be wrong.”

“Then what…”

“I need the taste of your * on my tongue.”

“Right now? But I was enjoying sucking on you. I wasn’t done,” she says almost in a pout and I grin. It will take us a while to get there, but this woman is perfect for me.

“That’s good because you’re going to keep doing it,” I answer, and then I lie back on the bed. “Climb up here and sit on my face, Hellcat. I’m about to show you why sixty-nine is the best f*cking number ever made.”

She looks unsure, but crawls up on the bed and straddles my face.

“That’s it baby, now lie down against me and take my cock back in that beautiful mouth of yours, while I make you feel good.”

It takes her a few minutes to get settled, but she stretches out and slowly my cock slides back into that hot little mouth. I moan out my pleasure against her *. I use my tongue to delve into her hole and then back out to flick that hard little clit over and over, lashing it. I push my finger into her ass and use my other hand to push her deep into me, encouraging her to ride my face. Her * tastes so sweet and tangy and I know it’s a taste that I will need every day for the rest of my life.

We work together, as if we’ve been f*cking together our entire life. She’s devouring my cock while I’m trying to do the same with her juicy little cunt. Her essence is sliding along her legs and bathing my face. Her clit is so hard it quivers every time I run my tongue over it. When she starts rotating her hips against my face, clenching so f*cking hard she could smother me and riding me faster and faster—I know we’re close to the end. That’s good because my balls are so full, I’m about to lose it. I use her own wetness, by gathering it on my fingers and then sliding them into her tight little ass. I begin f*cking her ass hard with two fingers, doing my best to keep her * hard against my mouth, and eating her out like a starving man. She’s taken the entire length of my shaft in her mouth. I tongue f*ck her over and over in tandem with my fingers, using my free hand to grind her back and forth on my face. She has all of my cock and sucking it so hard, I’m surprised she’s not choking on it. Then she groans, the sound vibrating against my dick and her * spasms and I know she’s done. She comes all over my face. I drink her in, continuing to f*ck her harder and harder, not allowing her to come down. As her second orgasm begins on the heels of her last one I lose it. My cum jets into her mouth. I hear her grunt and her mouth slides up letting cool air hit my dick. I jerk and quiver in her hand, as she continues sucking on my head, swallowing me down.

Eventually we clean up in the shower, go another round while we’re there, and then slide back under the covers. I’m holding her close, enjoying having her in my arms. Feeling at peace with the world in general right now. It’s early, barely dusk, but I’m not moving the rest of the night. About the only thing I plan on doing tonight is f*cking my woman again.

“Wow,” she says after curling into my side and laying her head on my shoulder. I bend down and kiss the top of her head, my fingers again finding their way into her hair, which is slightly damp from our shower.

“You can say that again,” I whisper, nuzzling her soft hair and placing yet another kiss, before lying back and staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish I had met you six years ago,” she says sometime later. Her voice sounding sad.

“We’ve got each other now.”

“I would have been better for you six years ago. Six years ago, I wasn’t broken, I wasn’t afraid, I could have loved you with a whole heart.”

I study her words, dissect them.

“Is that when you met Michael?”

“I was so young and stupid. Graduating high school and thought I knew everything. Michael was older, good-looking, charismatic, rich, all those things you read in books that make the perfect man.”

I knock down the jealousy inside of me at her words. It’s not the time. Still, it will give me another reason to kill the motherf*cker.

“I think that’s my biggest guilt, the thing that sticks with me the most…” Her voice is weak and full of distaste.

“What’s that, Hellcat?”

“The fact that in the beginning, I wanted his attention. I enjoyed being around him. I wanted his touch.”

“That changed?”

“There was something off about him, something that didn’t feel good about him. I didn’t notice it at first. At first I was totally lost in my first taste of young love. I had men after me before because of my dad’s money, but Michael had his own. So, his interest had to be just in me, you know?”