Page 54 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
After all, there was no use spoiling the moment for something as pathetic as a few scars.
Chapter 6
Zoey
Holy fuck.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I had never come that hard in my life. Between his fingertips digging into my thighs and his thick ass cock pressing against my walls in ways I’d never felt before, I was on cloud nine. This man wasn’t just sexy as fuck. He was packing a piece of meat I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. And he was a real gentleman, helping me steady myself onto my feet once he peeled me from the wall.
He even handed me some toilet paper so I could clean myself up.
People were knocking at the door, getting angry that they couldn’t come in. I was more than willing to go another round with this handsome man, but the people in the bar were growing restless. I could smell our sex in the air as I situated my clothes back onto my body, making sure my tits were in my bra, and my hair was not as messed as I knew it probably was.
“You ready?” he asked.
Fuck. What was his name again?
Did it honestly matter anyway? He’d be gone in the morning. Might as well get my night’s worth of him.
“How mad do you think they’re gonna be?” I asked as I unlocked the door.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
We unlocked the door, and people stared at us as we left. The manager was standing there with his hands on his hips, looking like an angry fucking grandmother as he pointed towards the front door. I giggled as I made my way to it, diverting to grab my purse and pay for my stuff in the process.
But the man with the big dick stopped me in my tracks.
“I got it,” he said. “Least I can do.”
“For what?” I asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Just let me get it. That’s how this works.”
I relented, holding my hands up in mock surrender as he threw some cash onto the bar.
The manager followed us out the door, making sure we left. I laughed the entire way, my head was thrown back as the smell of this man permeated my skin. We walked out into the nighttime air as it blew around us, threatening to wipe his scent from my body as my hair billowed around my shoulders.
I looked over at him and smiled as his eyes raked down my body again.
“Wanna get out of here?” I asked.
“Depends on where you wanna go,” he said.
“Figured we could do something else. Get another drink. Destroy another bathroom. Get kicked out of another bar.”
“Or we could just go somewhere and make all the noise we wanted,” he said.
“Well, I would take you back to my place, except I don’t live alone.”
“Please don’t tell me I just fucked someone’s wife. This night was going so well.”
“No,” I said with a snicker. “I live with my folks. You know, helping them out with bills and shit.”
“Guess you wouldn’t wanna wake your Dad as I fucked you against a wall, huh?”
His words shot shivers down my spine as I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Probably not,” I said.
“We can head back to my place. Wanna follow me?”
“Unless you want to give me your address,” I said. “But I think following you is gonna be easier.”
“I’m okay with either. I’m the navy blue motorcycle at the end of the parking lot.”
I followed his finger as he pointed, admiring the intricate details of his bike I could see even from this distance.
“That’s a nice ride,” I said.
“You ever been on one?” he asked.
“A time or two. But don’t tell my brother. He’d get pissed if he knew.”
“Got a protective one?”
“I think that’s the tame word for it, yes,” I said with a grin.
“Well then, this’ll be our little secret,” he said.
I made my way to my car and made sure to get behind his bike. We turned onto the main road, and I followed him through the city streets of my hometown. I rolled down my window so I could take in the fine amount of salt in the air that blew this far in from the ocean. I felt my body already rising to the occasion, my nipples painfully peaked behind my bra. I was ready to feel him against me again. I was ready to mark his body the way I knew he had just marked mine. His cock was the only cock that made me feel empty once he had slid it from between my legs.
And I wanted to be full of it again.
I’d never been the woman to deny myself anything. I did enough of that in high school just to appease my brother. His friends were off limits. His life was off limits. His secrets were off limits. Basically, everything about him was fucking off limits. It pissed me off because we used to be so close. He was my strength when our family was going through hard times. When I watched my mother cry from hunger just so Colt and I could eat. When I listened to my parent’s fight because they didn’t see each other because of their jobs.
But when he disappeared into his own little life, he left me behind. And that was when I promised myself I wouldn’t deny anything I wanted ever again. If I wanted it, I got it. No matter what it took. My brother pulling away from the family broke me in ways I still felt today, and I longed for the closeness we once had.
Why should I suffer anymore just because I thought he would disapprove?
I pulled into a small home behind the handsome man whose face I wanted to feel between my legs. It was just enough house for a man like him, situated in an abandoned cul de sac surrounded by trees. He got off his bike and came to my door, opening it for me as he held out his hand.
“What a gentleman,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to burst that bubble in a second.”
The moment we got into his home, he pressed me against the closed door. My lips swelled underneath the contact of his as our tongues tasted one another. His chiseled body was pressed against me as his hand threaded into the thickness of my hair. He tugged my head off to the side, his teeth raking down my skin as I groaned.
Fuck. I’d never been tossed around like this in my life.
And I loved it.
He tugged me into the kitchen by my hair and bent me over the kitchen counter. His hand slid down my back, the cracked the swell of my clothed ass. I groaned at the sensation as he did it again, marking the other ass cheek to match the one that was now burning. He massaged my cheeks before he yanked at my jeans, tugging them down my hips without even unbuttoning them.
He peeled my clothes off my lower body as I heard them pile up on the floor.
I was dripping for him as my tits pressed into the cold kitchen counter. My fingertips were curling around the edge, trying to make sure my head didn’t smash into the wall. I felt him drop to his knees as my legs were tossed over his shoulders, my body suspended in midair as his breath pulsed against my pussy.
His arms wrapped around my hips, his hands parting my ass cheeks as his fingertips played with the rim of my puckered hole.
What the fuck was this man doing to me?
I felt his tongue dart out and run along my slit. He gathered my juices onto his tongue, making a show of him swallowing as I groaned. I tried to look back and find him, but all I could see were his hands resting on the swell of my reddened ass cheeks. Playing with my asshole and making me lust for him in ways no man ever had before.
“Your pussy tastes so good,” he said.
His tongue delved into my depths, and I moaned into the counter. My cheek pressed against the cool surface as he lapped at my clit, his tongue working me in ways that made my core burn. My toes were already curling, and I tried bucking back into him. But his hands on my ass stilled my movements, pinning me open for him as my knees settled on the kitchen counter.
His hands pressed my knees open, parting the whole of me for him to enjoy. His tongue slid into my entrance before making its way up my ass crack, causing me to cry out into his kitchen. I moaned involuntar
ily as his tongue slipped into my asshole, and his moans vibrated my ribcage.
“Fuck yes,” he said in a whisper.
He licked all of me, sopping up my asshole as my pussy dripped for him. I could hear him gulping me down. Drinking from my fountain of youth as he pried me further open. I wasn’t sure how much more bending I could take. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as my toes curled. His tongue pressed into my clit as his thumb teased my puckered hole, threatening to pierce the tight ring and take the only type of virginity I had left to me.
And I wanted to give it to him.
I wanted to give all of it to him.
I pressed back into him, feeling his thumb breach my hole. I cried out in pleasure, begging him as his tongue drove deeper into my depths. My hands curled around the edge of the counter as I begged for my orgasm. I begged this stranger for everything I could have ever wanted. Promised him things no other woman could give him if he would just let me cum.
I felt him grin on my clit as he sucked it between his teeth. I felt his thumb press deeper into me, filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. My pussy released on his face, drenching his cheeks with my juices as I moaned with my orgasm.
“That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Give me all you’ve got.”
His words lit a fire in my gut. He pulled away from my body as he kissed wet trails down my thighs, painting me with my arousal as I gasped for air. He slowly pulled his thumb from my asshole as a whimper escaped my lips.
I felt cold and exposed without his body cloaking mine.
His hands grasped my waist and helped me slide to the floor. He gripped tightly onto me and slowly got up from the floor, but then he stumbled backward.
“Pussy got ya twisted up, doesn’t it?” I asked with a grin.
