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By now, he must’ve figured out the massive crush I had on him. I was done for the second his lips met mine, and I couldn’t stop rubbing myself against him.
I felt like a crazy woman. One that was obsessed with a man who hated me. Or put lightly…would use me to his advantage to get off.
I didn’t care though. Didn’t even mind all the feelings inside of me making my heart beat fast and my head feel light.
I was turning into this sex-needing kitten when I had barely had fingers inside my pussy until now.
But that was about to change.
I watched his face as he played with my tits, making them roll in his hands and pinch my nipples while his eyes stayed on them.
As good as that felt, I needed more. I circled my hips again, feeling his hardness press against my pussy. I wanted to get it out. To see his cock. But he had to guide me.
I was confident enough to sit on his lap and ride his bulge while he played with my tits, but I wasn’t confident enough to just unzip his pants and get his shaft out.
To my luck, he needed to adjust himself as that bulge was about to explode. He leaned in and pulled one nipple into his mouth as his hands worked on his belt buckle first, then he unzipped his pants. He let my nipple pop out of his mouth, then he reached around my waist and got up to turn around and let me back down onto the bed.
I looked up at him as he stood there between my legs with his pants open, and I saw the tip of his cock peek out of the briefs he was wearing. God, that was hot.
I licked my lips, then followed his hands as he reached down to undo my jeans. He pulled them down my legs, followed by my panties, and once they were on the floor, he pulled up my legs and made me prop my feet on the edge of the bed so my knees were bent and up in the air. My clit throbbed again, and I had to press my thighs together to stimulate it.
He kept his eyes on my body, and when they lingered on my breasts for a little too long, I reached up and cupped them, squeezing them the way he had done just seconds ago.
He smirked, licking his bottom lip. “Sweet baby is needy.”
I was, and if he kept standing there like that, I most likely would’ve started to touch myself down there.
He finally took off his cut, and unlike my clothes, he draped it nicely over the chair. He unbuttoned his flannel, then got rid of it, followed by his white t-shirt. I had seen him shirtless before, and I used to stare at him secretly, hoping he wouldn’t catch me. But tonight, he was standing there just for me. I took in his muscles and dark tattoos. There were too many to count, and I also didn’t know the meaning of them all. Not that it mattered. They were his tattoos, and it only mattered to him what they represented. There were a couple tattoos that were connected to the club though, but most of them were symbols I couldn’t make out.
My eyes trailed down his arms, then across his chest, and finally his stomach. His muscles were hard. I had already felt them this morning when he had hugged me at the hospital. It was clear why he had so many women at this club fighting over him. He looked like a biker god.
“Like what you see?” he drawled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
I met his eyes and nodded, pressing my breasts into each other, and pinching my nipples.
When his hands dropped to his pants, I watched him get rid of them and his briefs until he was standing there, naked.
He wrapped his hand around his base and rubbed along it, then he squeezed his tip and a drop of precum appeared. Shit, that’s hot.
“As much as I like having you watch me, I need to taste that pussy first. Need to make sure you’re ready to take my dick.”
I wasn’t ready. My mind might’ve been prepared, but my body wasn’t. It had already hurt when he pushed his fingers inside of me, and even if they weren’t as thick as his cock, they still left me a little sore.
He put his hands on my knees and pressed them apart, then got down on his own until his head was between my legs.
I watched him closely, needing to know every next move. He turned his head and kissed the inside of my thigh while his eyes lingered on my face. He moved his head further down, then he pressed a kiss to my stomach, licking from my belly button down to the spot right above my clit.
My hips jerked in response, and I gripped the sheets beneath me.
He grinned, lowering his head again before pressing a kiss to my clit, and I arched my back, needing more.
“Please,” I whispered, circling my hips. “More.”
“Impatient baby. I told you before. I need to make sure you’re ready. Can’t just start fucking this pussy, even if your scent is making it so fucking hard.”
He licked through my folds, already sending me spiraling out of control. How was I so sensitive down there? I never reacted this way whenever I touched myself.
But then, this was Fender. He made me squirm by simply being present.
