Page 55 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
She parted her lips as I stepped towards her.
“Is it crazy that I want to do something to you?” she asked, and I crossed my brows at her. It still felt unreal to me.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her gruffly and came to a halt right in front of her.
“I want to make you feel powerless in my hands,” she replied, and I watched as she knelt down in front of me.
I clenched my jaws. Was this some kind of trap? Were The Bad Disciples testing me to see my worth as a potential member of their club? If they were, I was failing miserably at it because I couldn’t control myself. I was going to let her do whatever she wanted to me.
She was on her knees on the floor of the bathroom, staring up at me with her deep blue eyes. She had a smile on her face too and slowly, she started unzipping me.
She pulled my cock out of my pants, while I stood in front of her with my legs parted. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I knew I was big, but she looked like she had never seen a cock that big before.
She licked her lips again with that torturous tongue of hers, and I reached for her head. If this was what she wanted, she was going to have to do it my way. My way was that I wanted it now.
I held on to her head and yanked her face to my cock. She gasped, and then laughed, placing her hands on my thighs and suddenly, I was grateful that she hadn’t tried to pull my jeans down. Seeing my prosthetic leg would definitely have been a mood killer, I thought.
She parted her mouth and looked up at me. My cock was throbbing hard, with a reddened angry tip. I pushed it towards her, and just like that, as smoothly as she was taking a sip of her drink, she took me in her mouth.
I felt like my head exploded, as I watched her beginning to suck on my cock. Her pretty bow-shaped mouth around my heavy cock, her nostrils flaring, her head bobbing up and down.
She kept her eyes on me. She wasn’t lying. She wanted me to feel helpless in her hands. Her tongue played havoc on my cock, sliding and slipping over the tip while she thrust her mouth backward and forwards. My cock rubbed against the back of her throat and she nearly gagged. She hadn’t even managed to take my full length in.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I started plowing her mouth. Her body shook, but she kept her position like a champ. She was small and delicate, probably too small for me, but she was determined to make me come. It was insane how a petite girl like her could make a big hulking man like me so powerless.
I tugged at her hair and grunted. She had started moaning too, and with one hand, she cupped my balls while with the other, she stroked my left thigh, my good leg. I pushed and thrust my cock into her sweet mouth. I hadn’t even seen her naked yet, but I had a pretty good idea of what her pussy was going to feel like—small and tight.
I felt myself erupt into her mouth, but she still didn’t stop sucking me. She was milking me to my last drop. I clutched her hair tightly, shooting my come in her mouth and down her throat, and she gulped and sucked. This was the most explosive fucking thing that had happened to me all year, and I had met her no more than fifteen minutes ago! I groaned and grunted as I came into her mouth, and when I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stepped away.
She remained kneeling on the floor, smiling at me while she rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. I zipped myself up quickly. Was I imagining this? She couldn’t be real, could she?
“My name is Quinn, by the way,” she said, and slowly stood up.
“I’m Marco,” I said and ran a hand through my hair.
If I ever saw this girl on the street somewhere else, this was not what I would have thought she was capable of!
“Do you want to get out of here, Marco?” she asked.
Chapter 6
Quinn
This guy I had just met, had taken me back to his place. Outside the Rusty Pelican, we had jumped into a passing cab and kissed in the backseat all the way to his apartment.
There was something raw and wild about him, who I knew nothing else about other than his first name. I had never done anything like this before. I had never just walked into a bar, picked a guy I wanted to fuck and asked him to take me back to his place.
The craziest thing about this entire situation was that the bar I had found him in belonged to my dad and there was a high possibility that this guy belonged to the same friend's circle as my dad’s. I’d noticed that he didn’t have the same patch on his leather jacket, but I wasn’t sure what that patch meant anyway.
He led me up to his apartment, and we stumbled in. He turned around and caught me by my waist, and his lips were on mine again. I had swallowed his come, his cock had been in my mouth, and now I was desperate to see him naked.
There was something sexy about making a big strong man like him, feel so powerless in my hands. He had lifted me up in his arms and was now carrying me to his couch, while our mouths remained fused.
I hadn’t been back home for more than a few hours, and already everything felt different. I had grown up in this city, I had spent practically my whole life here, and never before had something like this happened to me.
He tumbled me down on the couch and fell on me while his mouth found my neck. He was leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck to my cleavage, while his hands peeled off my jacket and then cupped my breasts.
His hands were large and warm, and my breasts fit perfectly in them. Marco squeezed both before his thumbs started searching out my pebbled sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.
I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out towards him, while his hands traveled down my belly to the bottom hem of my dress. I gasped, as his warm hands brushed against the insides of my thighs. I wanted his cock again, this time in my pussy. I couldn’t believe how desperate I was for him. He knew how to
make me feel powerful in my sexuality.
I reached for the buttons on his jeans, and I had just about undid them when Marco stopped touching me and stepped away from the couch.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hearing the desperate sizzle in my voice. Had he changed his mind? Had he recognized me as Axel’s daughter? My mouth had suddenly run dry. If he knew who I was, chances were that he wouldn’t want to fuck me.
Marco straightened himself up and ran a hand through his hair.
“I think you should know something before we take this any further,” he said, and I crossed my brows with anxiety. What could he possibly tell me that was a bigger secret than the one that I was keeping?
“I lost my leg in Iraq. I used to be a marine,” he said and stroked his right thigh. I looked down at his legs with my brows still crossed in confusion.
“It’s a prosthetic,” he said, and he was peering into my eyes. I stared back at his face and parted my legs invitingly at him.
“I don’t care, Marco. Your cock is good enough for me,” I said and bit down on my lip. There was a silence for a few moments between us. He was trying to judge the truthfulness of my statement, and I wanted him to believe me. Him having a prosthetic leg didn’t matter to me. What mattered to me was how jaw-dropping sexy he was, and how he was capable of making me feel.
Marco undid his jeans while he stood in front of me. They dropped to his ankles. Even in the dim light of his living room, I could see the unmistakable prosthetic right leg. I looked up at his face, and then at the cock hanging between his legs. He was taking his t-shirt off, and I gulped.
His tattoos were intricate on his chest, his biceps bulged and he had six-pack abs that made me salivate as I stared at his masculine perfection. I had never thought that I would be attracted to a man like him, with his scruffy beard and his roughness, but that was exactly what I wanted right now.
