Page 43 of Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC 4)
“I love you,” I said with determination. “I love you with everything I am.”
The second his eyes darkened; his hand fisted my hair. He shoved my face into the pillow and slammed his cock deep into my body, pounding relentlessly as the trailer rocked on its chassis. I wailed out cries of pleasure into the pillow as my ass cheeks jiggled for his viewing pleasure. I felt his low-hanging balls smacking my clit, teasing me as my toes began to curl. I bucked back against him, ravenous for more. My walls sucked down his cock, refusing to set him free. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the small space around us. His growls filled my ears, drowning out my moans as he fisted the tendrils of my hair.
And when he drew me up until my back sat against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. Cradling me close. Massaging my puckered tits.
While his lips peppered the crook of my neck with kisses.
“Oh, Justin,” I groaned.
His cock twitched against my walls. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”
Tears rushed my eyes as his cock fell from between my legs. I felt him usher me to the bed before turning me over before his gaze found my stare. He smiled softly down at me as my legs parted for him. The salted smell of my womanhood made his nostrils flare as I slid my hand through his damn locks of hair. I raised up, kissing him softly as he hovered over my body like a wild animal about to devour its dinner.
Then, he began to move.
He shifted himself until his knees were planted onto either side of my face, his cock bouncing right in front of my face. I saw precum dripping from the tip and I wanted nothing more than to taste him. Than to drink him down until he begged for mercy. He parted my legs and I felt his hot breath against my wet lower lips. And in one fell swoop, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his cock down to my lips.
Swallowing him all the way down my throat.
“Holy fuck,” he grunted.
I hollowed out my cheeks and raised my hips at the same time, causing JayJay to chuckle.
“You want it?” he asked.
I nodded with my throat stuffed full of him.
“How much do you want it, beautiful?”
His fingertips parted me softly, allowing the cool air around us to pucker my skin. I moaned around his dick, feeling his precum dripping aimlessly down my throat. I curled my nails against his ass cheeks. I slurped and sucked, bobbing my head as much as I could while he fucked my face.
Then, he finally had mercy on me.
His tongue fell to my clit and I bucked wildly against his face. He licked from nub to entrance, gathering my juices inside his mouth before he made a show of swallowing me down. It was too much for my brain to bear. Too much for my body to take. I felt myself already spiraling out of control with his muscly mountain of a man covering my body away from the harshness of the world.
I wanted things to stay like this forever.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured around his dick.
“That’s it. Suck that cock, sweet girl. Come on. That’s it. Make me come. Make me come, Simone.”
“Justin!” I wailed.
And when my throat closed around him, his balls pulled up from my nose and into his body.
“Ho—ly—shit,” he growled.
He pressed his tongue against my clit, sending me over the edge. And as I spiraled out of control, shivering and shaking beneath him, his hot threads of arousal poured into my stomach. My throat clenched around him, and with every pulse of my body he grunted with relief. My juices dripped down my ass crack as it wet the mattress beneath me, but I didn't give a damn about it. I lost myself in his sounds. In his taste. In the way his body moved while he was in the throes of passion and pleasure. His existence filled up my life. His eyes haunted me so wonderfully in my dreams.
And now, I had him on top of me.
Something I never wanted to lose, no matter what it took.
“Shit,” he hissed.
His body collapsed against mine and I felt his cock dwindling. A small dribble of spit and come slid down the corner of my lip, making its way toward my neck. He rolled off my trembling body and looked up at the ceiling, his hand mindlessly rubbing my calf.
And I laid there, soaking up every second of the aftershocks of my orgasm before he spoke.
“What haven’t you told me yet?” JayJay asked.
I blinked. “Huh?”
His fingertips drew faceless designs against my skin. “In the truck. There was something you hadn’t told me yet. Remember?”
I vaguely recalled the conversation. “Oh. Yeah. That.”
