Pulling Her Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #1)(18)

I hear the sound of fabric rustling, and I feel her move a bit. When I look down at her I have to blink a few times to focus on what she’s doing.

I see her hand down her pants as she fingers her * while her mouth goes up and down on my dick. The sight does me in and I grab her hair, pulling her off of my cock. I grab her arms, pull her up and spin her around, pushing her down on the table.

I kick her legs apart with my boots and pull her jeans and underwear down to her knees to give me access. I line my dick up with her entrance, but before I enter her I want her submission.

“Palms flat on the table, and don’t move them until I tell you to cum. You got that?”

She nods her head, and arches her ass up at me, but I want the words.

“Say it, Mackenzie.”

“Yes, Vincent. I won’t move until you tell me to cum.”

“Good girl,” I say, and thrust home. Her tight * grips my cock, and I ride her hard. Her hands don’t move an inch as I f*ck her on the table, and claim her body. I’m so close already from her earlier attention, and I want her with me when I cum.

I reach around and find her swollen clit and start to rub it hard and fast. She moans my name over and over and I don’t let up my thrusts.

“It’s time, Mackenzie. Cum for me, baby.”

“Vincent!” she shouts, and I feel her body let go. She keeps her body in place as passion flows through her and she releases her orgasm. Her tight channel milks my cock and I pump every last drop of my cum inside her.

It’s a fast hard f*ck, but it’s always so perfect with my girl. The best I’ve ever had, and the last I’ll ever touch. I’m a lucky bastard.

A little while later, when we’re cleaned up, and she’s getting ready to shoot her target, I just lean back and stare at her. I think about how beautiful she is, and how I can’t imagine my life without her.





CHAPTER SEVEN


CAS


“Oh God, Shield,” I moan.

“You say my name when I have my face in your *, or my cock inside you,” he growls against my *.

“Vincent,” I moan as he licks the seam of my silk-panty-covered *. He hasn’t moved them to the side yet, and it’s driving me crazy.

The warm wet teases have me arching off the kitchen island, trying to press myself deeper into his mouth. Both of my hands reach for his hair, holding him closer, rocking myself into him. My legs spread wider, wanting to make sure he has all the room he needs to devour me, but he only keeps running his tongue over my seam of my lips through the material of my underwear.

I grip his thick hair tighter, holding his head until his gaze locks on mine.

“Stop f*cking around. I said your name, so stop torturing me.”

Flashing me a smug grin, “I would never cause you pain, I just want to enjoy my breakfast.”

Releasing his hair, I shamelessly let my legs fall open even more. I glance down and watch Vincent remove his cock from his boxer briefs and give himself a few quick pumps before his big strong hands grab my hips, pulling them until half my ass is hanging off the side of the island. Gripping my knees, he puts me in the position he wants me, with my legs over his shoulders, him kneeling on the floor, and his gaze totally fixed on my *.

“Pull it to the side baby, show me you want my mouth there.”

I brace myself with one arm and reach down to pull my panties to the side for him.

“You hair is all gone,” he sounds surprised.

“I wanted to make sure nothing got in the way of my clit and your mouth. If you don’t like it you ca—”

I gasp instead of finishing my smartass remark when Vincent pushes his shoulders more into me, widening my knees further. He leans in until I felt his warm breath over my exposed cunt.

His free hand spreads my labia to give him a better view of my clit. When he starts to lick me in long rapid strokes I let myself fall back against the counter. My robe fully opens, exposing my bare breasts, making my nipples even harder.

Vincent is relentless with his tongue. He zeroes in on the exact spot that sends my back arching off the island. I try to slam my legs closed, but his shoulders stop me. They hold me pinned open, while his hand holds my labia spread, the idea that he could feast on my * all day if he wanted and I couldn’t stop him sends raw ecstasy shooting through my body.

I cry out his name as the climax rips through me. I should be shocked by how fast he can make me cum but over the past few weeks I learned he knows how to play my body. I cum when he wants me to, be it in seconds, minutes, or even hours.

Closing my eyes, I enjoy the tingling and euphoria while I try and calm my breathing. I can hear Vincent’s heavy breathing, just as loud as mine. The slow rock of his body still between my legs lets me know he’s still stroking himself.

I want him inside me but his thick tongue breaches my *, opening my vaginal walls for him. My muscles contract and twist in the aftermath of my release. Both his hands slide under my ass, slightly lifting me from the counter giving him a deeper penetration with his tongue.

“I can’t. Not so soon,” I moan, but my hips jerk into him begging for another.

Releasing my ass, he lets my legs drop off his shoulders so he can rise between them. This counter is the perfect height for his cock to align with my cunt. One swift push and he would be balls deep, but he makes no move to enter me.