Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(66)

My eyes fluttered shut when his lips consumed me. I melted in his arms, forsaking all the pain and fear and shame that had accompanied me all my life. I found a man who was proud to give me his name. A man who wanted and accepted me as I was, who thought he was lucky to have me.

“Yeah, you can kiss the bride and whatnot,” Fort snorted.

“She’s mine, y’all!” Laius yelled, flipping the guests.

Laughter roared, and when the music played, Laius swept me off my feet.

I giggled. “A man of many talents. I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

“I’m old, baby. I know how to do a lot of shit.”

“Hmmm, does that mean you’re up for a challenge?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re alone.”

“Let me guess, another scene from your book?”

“Maybe.” I winked.

He kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait.”

I chuckled, a strong smell of burning coal hitting my nostrils. “What’s that smell?”

“The barbeque.”

My feet stopped for a second. “You’re having a barbeque at our wedding?”

“There’s about two hundred hungry bikers in here. What do you think I’ll feed them?”

“The girls made a lot of food and all kinds of pie for the buffet.”

“The men need their meat, woman.” Laughing, he bent to my ear. “I’ll serve you yours in a jiffy.”

And he did. After hours of talking with other presidents and friends from other chapters over beer, weed and loads of food, we were finally alone in our room. I was surprised he could still sport an erection. I didn’t know how he did it, but men in their forties were nothing like Furore.

Playfully, I took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “I’ve been your good girl for a while, yes?”

He tangled his fingers in my real hair, his eyes smoldering. “Yes. You’ve earned it. When you walked down that aisle, you’ve earned it for a fucking lifetime.”

“Then what’s my reward?”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Name it, baby girl.”

“Tonight, I want you to be my good boy.”

His eyes sparkled as he bit his lip. “All right,” he drawled. “You got it, princess.”

He started to undress, but I shook my head. “Keep the tux, but open only two buttons of your dress shirt.”

“Yes, princess.” He followed my instructions. “Do you want me on my knees?”

“Would you?”

“Have you not listened to my poem?”

Correct grammar and the reminder of those beautiful lines? I was melting already. “How could I ever forget?”

“You’re the only woman who can bring me to my knees. But, I did it once on my own. If you want it again, you have to demand it.” His voice dropped an octave in the end, and his eyes grew darker with desire.

“Be a good boy and get on your knees.”

A low groan escaped him as he knelt before me. I clenched hard. The sexy sounds he made when he was aroused always got to me. Watching this powerful, inked sex god at my feet…

He held my foot and took off my shoe, and then the next. Without taking his eyes off me, he planted little kisses on my foot, and, pulling the layers of my dress up, continued up my calf. He licked along my flesh and swirled his tongue around the dip behind my knee. I sucked in a hiss, desire flooding me. He left a wet trail up my thigh as he spread me. Then he stopped right before he reached my panties. “How do you like me to be your good boy now, princess?”

“Eat my pussy,” I hissed. “I want to see my cum on your beard.”

He smacked his lips and then darted his tongue as if he could taste me. “Fuck.” He took off my panties. “I should take off the dress, too, or it’ll be ruined.”

“No. How about you be a good boy and lick it all off? Don’t let a single drop come on the fabric.”

“Jesus…” His breathing grew louder as he dove in.

In no time, I was soaking his face with my orgasm. He devoured me, licking and sucking as I came, prolonging the pleasure.

When I was done, he kept licking me to make sure nothing spilled on the dress. Then he raised his head from between my thighs and gazed at me. His beard glistened with my climax. “You taste so fucking good. What else do you want me to do?”

I slid my fingers under his shirt, touching his chest, and then I unbuttoned the whole shirt, ogling his tattooed muscles. “Now, undress me. I want to be naked for you.”

He stripped me naked, the carnal darkness in his eyes putting me in an erotic trance. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me show you how much of a good boy I can be inside you. Let me show you how much I love you, princess.”

I toyed with him a little first, feeling his hard cock over the pants with my foot and then with my hand. His impressive size never ceased to send a fluttering down my core. “Fuck me hard until I come on your cock.”

He groaned. “Yes, princess.”

As he freed his cock, my eyes roamed over his dangerous beauty, feasting on it hungrily. “How do you like me, princess?”

“On top, with your belt around my neck…my king.”