Page 19 of Hades

I reached back and threaded my fingers into Simon’s curls with a demanding tug.

“Then make me scream your name instead.”

He let out a rumbling growl and turned me around, pinning me to the counter with his hips. His mouth met mine in a hungry kiss, sloppy and desperate. I scrambled for his belt buckle, my knuckles grazing the bulge of his cock as I dragged the zipper of his fly down. When I wrapped my fingers around his length, he was half hard already and pulsing thicker by the second.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you know damn well I can’t say no to you,” Simon rasped. He angled his hips forward, thrusting into my grip.

I pumped my fist slowly up and down his cock, twisting my wrist over the crown, knowing it never failed to draw a sinfully deep moan out of him. Simon closed his eyes and bowed his head, nipping and sucking at my cleavage as he mindlessly rutted into my fist.

My tall, dark, and broody biker was falling apart because of me and I loved every second of it.

Simon slid the strap of my gown off my shoulder and unhooked my bra. He swore under his breath when my breasts spilled free, instantly sucking a nipple into his mouth. Pleasure sizzled along every nerve like a live wire.

After having two kids, my bra size nearly doubled to triple Ds. My pre-baby perkiness was gone, replaced with sagging and stretch marks.

But Simon didn’t give a shit. He cradled my tits at every opportunity, filling his hands and his mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of them. He nuzzled into my cleavage like he would be willing to die there a happy man.

The slick heat of Simon’s mouth, the swirl and flick of his tongue, made the throb between my thighs grow to a painful pressure. I couldn’t stand being so empty anymore.

“Simon,” I pleaded.

He gave a low, wicked laugh, burying his face in my neck as he grabbed fistfuls of my skirts, yanking them up. Hooking one hand behind my knee, he hitched my leg around his hip, grinding his cock against my clothed pussy until I was a sticky mess.

“I’ve been thinking about you like this all day, mi amor,” Simon murmured. “There’s no rush.”

I let out a huff of impatience, then broke off with a whimper as Simon grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me even tighter against his cock. I could feel the ridge of his blunt crown dragging through the damp fabric of my panties.

My nails dug into the worn leather of his cut when I clawed at his back. Sparks of ecstasy flared through my sensitive nipples every time they grazed his shirt.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already, honey,” Simon gritted out. “Is that what you want, mi amor? Stuffed so full of cock that your legs are shaking?”

I scrambled to come up with a witty reply for the sake of my pride, but I was too far gone for that. The only sound that fell from my lips was a broken one. Seeing Simon at that wedding switch between a caring father and a commanding biker was an undeniable turn on. Just because he was the Road Captain didn’t stop him from taking the time to look after his son's needs.

I would readily admit that Simon’s bad boy appeal was sexy as hell. But his unwavering determination to be a devoted husband and a proud dad made him irresistible in a way that left me punch drunk and coming back for more.

Simon cupped my cheek in his palm, peppering my jawline with kisses. I sighed with contentment, clutching his wrist as I melted into his touch.

“If that’s what my wife wants, that’s what my wife will get,” he said.

With his hands on my hips again, Simon turned me around. He threaded his fingers into my hair with a firm tug, pulling my head back. Bobby pins slipped out of my bun, tinkling softly on the floor as he gradually unraveled me, piece by piece. My spine bowed, pushing my ass out at a better angle for his access.

I braced against the counter, while Simon flipped my skirt up, exposing my panties. He gave the elastic waistband a flirty little snap before stripping them off, pooling around my ankles.

“Christ, look at you, Jenny,” Simon said, his voice hoarse. He smoothed his palm over my ass with a squeeze. Then he slipped his hand between my thighs, stroking two fingers along my pussy and up to my clit. “My dirty angel—the sweetest face and soaked with need for my fat cock to stretch you open.”

He shifted behind me, coaxing his blistering hot length to glide between my ass cheeks. The rough denim of his jeans chafed the back of my thighs. I felt the cold metal of his belt buckle digging into me with every stroke.

“Touch yourself, honey,” Simon said softly. “Tease that pretty little clit for me.”

I nodded, too tongue-tied to speak as I hurried to obey. Simon removed his hand from between my thighs and curved his palm around my throat, guiding my head back even further. My lips parted on a sharp intake of breath when I grazed the stiff hood of my clit and my walls spasmed with anticipation. Thank God I was on birth control, because I didn’t have the willpower to go searching for a condom right now.

Simon brushed a kiss to the back of my head as he lined his cock up and pushed in. We moaned together at the breach, the hot, slow drag of one inch after another as he sank deeper.

“Oh, Simon, that feels so good,” I said on a shaky exhale. Even after all this time together, the girth of him still took my breath away.

Simon planted a hand on my ass and pulled out to the tip, driving in again. My eyes rolled back in my head and my knees wobbled.

“You’re stunning like this, mi amor,” he murmured against my hair, punctuating each word with a hard thrust that left me gushing. “With your tits on display and your ass exposed, dripping down my cock right here in the kitchen. My beautiful, filthy woman,” he said through his teeth, punching balls-deep and grinding mercilessly.