Motorcycle Man (Dream Man #4)(80)

It was building, about to burst and I needed him inside.

“I want your cock,” I begged, my fingers fisting in his hair, my heels digging deeper into his back.

Tack didn’t reply. He kept eating.

God, his mouth felt good.

“Honey, God,” I breathed. “Please.”

His head turned and he kissed my inner thigh then muttered, “You’ll get it, baby, come in my mouth.”

Then he went back to eating.

God!

My h*ps jerked again then they bucked then it built and I cried out when I gave him what he wanted and came in his mouth.

Brilliant.

I hazily felt him kiss my belly while he slid a finger through the wetness between my legs making my h*ps jerk again before he was gone. I didn’t have my wits about me but I vaguely heard boots and a belt buckle hit floor and then he was back, rolling me to my belly. With hands spanning my hips, he pulled me up so I was on my knees. I felt him move in the bed as his hand glided along the skin of my ass but he was shifting to my front.

I lifted my head from the mattress in time to feel his hand curl around the underside of my jaw, using it to pull me gently up to my hands. His hand slid from my jaw into my hair at the back where he clenched his fingers and pulled back lightly so my head went back.

“Take my c**k in your mouth, darlin’. Gonna f**k your face. Stay on your hands and knees,” he ordered softly. “Wanna watch while your mouth takes me.”

Oh yes. Hell yes. God yes.

He guided the tip of his c**k to my lips. I opened them and he slid inside.

Oh yes. Hell yes. God yes.

He started moving and I sucked and stroked him with my tongue. I liked it so much, it was building again and I started moaning against his quickening thrusts.

“Mouth is greedy too,” he grunted then ordered a rough, “Touch yourself.”

My hand moved between my legs, I moaned deep and my h*ps jerked yet again as my knees slid a bit out to the sides. I was so turned on, my own touch sent shockwaves throughout my body.

“Fuck, beautiful,” Tack whispered, his strokes deepening, going faster. “So f**kin’ beautiful, baby.”

I took him in my mouth, touched myself between my legs, moaned and let it build until suddenly Tack pulled out.

I gave a small cry of protest but before I could complete it, I felt the short zipper at the back of my dress going down. When it was down, my torso was yanked up because Tack was yanking off my dress. Then he had a strong arm around my waist and I was moving swiftly toward him and up. His other hand was between his legs and my legs automatically wrapped around his h*ps just as he jerked me down, guiding himself inside at the same time and I was full of him.

“Finally,” I breathed and Tack moved.

Connected to me, he shifted on his knees until I was back against the headboard.

Then he f**ked me.

“Told you you’d get my cock,” he muttered against my mouth.

Well, he gave me what he promised in more ways than one.

“Shut up and concentrate,” I ordered and his h*ps thrust harder.

Oh yeah.

“Now who’s bossy?” he grunted.

“You’re not concentrating.”

He pulled out and then slammed back in. “Oh yeah, baby, I f**kin’ am.”

He sure was.

“Tip your hips, Red, I wanna go deep,” he grunted and I did. He went deep and I moaned. “You like that.”

“I do,” I gasped. “I like everything about you, honey. Everything. Lived in black and white seems like all my life. Never noticed. Not until you colored my world.”

Tack went completely still.

I tightened my arms and legs around him, demanding, “Tack, don’t stop!”

He started again. His hand at my ass tipping my h*ps further, he went faster, harder and a whole lot deeper and it took about two seconds before it built so high, it exploded and, clutching him close, I came again.

I was recovering, he was still thrusting and I felt his eyes on my face in the dark. Then I felt the tickle of his goatee and the movement of his lips against mine as he groaned, “Beautiful,” buried himself inside, took my mouth and came, growling down my throat.

I knew his orgasm left him when his kiss gentled. He kept me tight to him and the headboard as he kept kissing me, soft, sweet but still wet and deep.

After he did this a while, and I enjoyed it that while, his lips slid down my cheek to the skin behind my ear and he whispered, “Love that greedy pu**y of yours, Red.”

I turned my head and with my lips at the hair curling around his neck I whispered back, “Good.”

“And your hair,” he went on and I smiled against his neck.

“Good.”

“This ass,” his hand at my ass gave me a squeeze, “your long-ass legs, those heels.”

“I like your cock,” I shared.

“I got that.”

“And your tats.”

“Good to know.”

“And, um, lots of other things.”

He was silent for long moments before he said quietly, “Yeah.”

Then he unfortunately pulled out but held me to him as he yanked the covers from under his knees. He set me in the bed on my back but he didn’t move into me. Straddling me, he bent and kissed my breastbone. Then he moved down and kissed between my br**sts. Down and another kiss at my belly. Down and then, one by one, he took off my shoes but when he did, he kissed the arch of each foot before setting my leg back in the bed.