Page 50 of Drax (Iron Thunder MC 3)
I reached for her and placed my hands on her hips. She wasn’t smiling. She was worried. Something was on her mind.
“I’m fine and I need you to stop worrying about me. You shouldn’t have been talking to the doc,” I growled and leaned in to kiss her.
She kissed my lips fleetingly but then pulled away from me again.
“He gave me something. The doctor. Painkillers. All you have to do is take one and go to sleep. You’ll feel much better in the morning.”
I glared at her with rising fury.
“I don’t need drugs.”
“But you can’t sleep, Drax.”
“I can sleep fuckin’ fine!” I growled and strode past her back to the bedroom. I knew she was following me.
“Drax. Come on. Please, you have to be careful with those stitches. Be gentle to yourself. Just for a few days. You need to give your body some time to heal.”
I returned to the bed and sat down on the edge.
“I can sleep just fine without the pills. I woke up to have a drink of water.” I looked at her and Mary-Beth had her brows crossed with worry. I patted the spot in bed beside me. Slowly, she came toward me and sat down too. Her body was so soft and warm beside me. “You are exactly what I need. Not drugs. No medication.”
“Okay, whatever you want to do, Drax,” she replied and then placed her hand on my knee.
“I want to fuck you,” I replied, and she stared at me with her mouth parted for a moment. Then she gulped and stood up.
“I don’t know if that would be wise right now, Drax,” she said. Then she hooked her hands on her hips and arched her brows up.
“Are you telling me that I can’t fuck you whenever I want?” My eyes were narrowed. Just talking about it made my cock throb. I wanted her right now.
She blushed. Maybe she was going to smile. That was all I wanted—to see her smile.
“I am yours, Drax. You can fuck me whenever you want.”
Her voice quivered a little. Then she gulped and glanced away from me. “But right now…you’re in pain. Your stitches…”
“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you,” I groaned. She looked at my crotch. She could see it tenting. My cock throbbed, grew hard and stiff. If I didn’t grab her now and pull her to myself, I felt like I would explode.
“I just want what is best for you, Drax,” she said.
“Then get down on your knees,” I replied.
She gulped again. I could see her eyes growing wider. Was she getting wet too? She took a moment to follow my command. But then she got down on her knees in front of me. I clenched my jaws tight. She was the sexiest thing.
“Take off your bra and panties,” I continued. She didn’t take her eyes off me while she stripped.
Mary-Beth was naked now, her body glimmering in the moonlight. Her mouth parted that way was the sexiest.
“Touch yourself. Your nipples. Your pussy. I want to hear you moan,” I continued.
She was going to do exactly as I said.
Her fingers moved over her own breasts and then traveled down the front of her belly till she was stroking her pussy. I could see the slickness of her juices on her fingers. She was wet for me. But the expression on her face still looked like she was worried.
I stood up and went to her. Bending forward, I grabbed her by the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me and meet my eyes.
“I want you to focus. Forget about every shitty little thought that enters your head. Focus on me. On my cock and your pussy.” I was staring deep into her eyes and she stared right back at me. “I am going to devour you.”
Her breasts heaved. She could see how much I wanted her. With my hand on her chest, I pushed her back. She fell on the carpeted floor, her legs parted. Her pussy wet. Her nipples were firm and erect. I stood over her, watching her for several long, teasing moments. She was staring into my eyes. Gazing all over my body.
“Open your mouth,” I groaned deeply. She followed my command, staring up at me with those enormous blue eyes. Her open mouth was an invitation to my cock, and I pushed down my pants and thrust into her.
I growled like a wild animal. This felt good. This was exactly what I needed. I wouldn’t need any painkillers or medication after this. Mary-Beth’s soft, warm mouth was all I needed.
She sucked slowly, rhythmically. I barely had to move. She did all the moving. Her little head bobbed up and down as she tasted and sucked and licked. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of coming. How did she always manage to do this to me, within seconds?
