Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“That feels so good,” she said.
He groaned and the call of her pussy was so strong. Brick let go of her tits and began to kiss down her body, going straight toward her sweet nectar. His mouth watered for a taste, and the scent of her was driving him wild.
She had a tiny thatch of hair at her pussy, and he spread her lips open to see her swollen clit. Cathy was already so wet, and as he stroked between her slit, he heard her moan. Before he fucked her, he was going to taste that sweet cunt.
He kept the lips of her sex spread open, and he slid his tongue between her clit, going down to her entrance, circling her opening and going right back up.
Cathy gasped, and she shook beneath his hands.
Letting go of her pussy lips, he slid his hands beneath her ass, gripping the flesh, and then properly explored her clit and pussy.
She was so sensitive, and he felt the change in her body each time he touched her. Her orgasm began to grow, and he wanted to keep her close but not push her over the edge. Brick also knew he only had so much patience, and he wanted to be balls-deep inside her, fucking her.
The moment she started to reach that peak this time, he didn’t pull back but sent her right over the edge. She cried out, and her body shook.
Brick didn’t know if he should let her have a second orgasm, or if he should stop and take her. He wanted to give her a second orgasm. He wanted to feel her tight, hot cunt wrapped around his dick. There would be plenty of opportunities to have multiple orgasms.
Before the aftershocks of her first orgasm had finished, he moved up between her thighs. He grabbed his cock, lining the tip to her entrance, and then, slamming balls-deep inside her tight pussy. She was still enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, and he felt her pussy squeezing his dick. He gritted his teeth, attempting to maintain some composure. All he wanted to do was take her hard and fast, and to spill his cum deep inside her. Instead, he gritted his teeth and waited for her orgasm to subside.
Then, he took hold of her hands, pressing them to the bed, and he stared into her pretty brown eyes. He loved her eyes. They were kind. Brick had seen his fair share of good, bad, and evil eyes. Cathy was kind. She was nice, she was sweet, and now, for tonight at least, she belonged to him.
“Please,” she said.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
She nodded her head, to which he smiled.
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and then he slowly began to ease out of her, pulling out so just the tip of him remained within her.
Slamming all the way inside, he watched her cry out. He knew he was deep, as he watched her take all of him. He was pretty sure he was deep enough to hit her cervix.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.
“It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Brick smiled, and then he reached out, grabbing the headboard, and he began to drive inside her, filling her with every inch of his dick.
Her moans filled the room. They were not filled with pain, but pleasure. He couldn’t look away. He was completely intoxicated with her eyes, with her tits, with all of her.
She felt so soft against him. She fit his body as if she was made to be there. And that was exactly where she was meant to fit. She belonged to him. Brick knew these feelings didn’t come around for just anyone. There was something different about Cathy.
Willow and Rebel said one day he’d find the right woman, and that woman was here now, in his bed.
Chapter Three
Sneaking across the clubhouse, Cathy tried not to make a sound as she didn’t want to wake anyone. The clubhouse was filled with passed-out bodies. It had clearly been a good party last night.
Her body ached for different reasons. She didn’t even have a headache from the few shots she’d had last night.
She got to the front door, and it creaked as she opened it. For a second, she felt like she was in some kind of horror movie, that if she were to turn around, there would be a room of zombies or vampires. No one had woken up, so she quickly pulled the door open and left the clubhouse, which took her straight into the main bar. Cathy had forgotten that the clubhouse and bar were connected through a door.
Pursing her lips, she stepped into the main bar, expecting to find more bikers and women, only to find Willow Storm with her child on her lap. The moment Cathy closed the door, Willow looked up.