I pull Monica up by the arms and she pops my dick out of her mouth with a moan. I grab her right hand and bring her fingers to my lips. I stick the digits into my mouth, savoring her sweet, succulent flavor on my tongue. Monica is panting, watching me through hooded eyes. I remove her fingers from my mouth and force her head back. I crash my lips down onto hers. Our flavors mixing together is a heady cocktail of want and desire.
Monica breaks the kiss and crawls onto her bed. She looks at me over her shoulder from all fours, her ass teasing me. I climb on the bed and spread her legs wide. I bury my face into her pussy, licking and sucking her juices from behind.
“Oh fuck, Xander,” Monica moans. “That feels so good.”
I groan at the same time my tongue enters her pussy, vibrating through her body. Monica’s legs tighten and she arches her back, riding my face like there’s no stopping her. I keep on licking, sucking and nibbling on her heated center until her legs tremble. I rip my mouth away from her pussy, halting her orgasm.
“Fuck. You’re a cruel asshole,” Monica pants.
“Only for you, Bug. If anyone is going to come on my face, it’ll be you, but right now I need you to come on my cock.” I crowd Monica’s ass with my body and grab my cock, sliding it up and down. Monica wiggles her hips, trying to slide down onto me. I grip her hip with one hand to stop her from succeeding. She pouts but holds still as I run my cock up and down her pussy, coating it with her juices.
Once I’m wet with her come, I plunge inside her tight pussy to the hilt. A moan passes both our lips. I pull out and push back in again. Monica arches her back and I lean over her, trailing kisses up her spine. I wrap one hand around her waist and pull her up until she’s straddling me. Her back to my chest. Her tits are heaving with each breath she takes as she grinds her hips down onto me, pushing my cock further into her pussy. We’re both sweating from the passion flowing through our bodies.
I finger her clit in time with my strokes. Monica’s pussy tightens around my cock. She’s so close, I can feel it and smell it in the air. I can taste it on her skin. I stop Monica’s hips from bucking and pull her off me. She turns around and straddles my legs so her tits are right in my face. She sinks down onto me and I moan.
“Fuck, you are the most precious thing,” I growl against her heaving tits.
Monica cups one breast with her hand and brings it to my mouth. “Suck, Xander. God, I need your mouth on me.” She throws her head back and raises her hips up and down, squeezing my hard shaft with her tight pussy. I oblige and pop her nipple into my mouth. Monica bucks her hips and rides me hard. She throws her head back and a string of curses flow past her lips.
Tingles start at the base of my spine and fire races through my veins. I’m going to come. I can feel it and it will be hard. I halt her hips and push up with everything I have. My mouth is sucking hard on her tit, my fingers strumming her clit and my cock is pulsating inside of her. Sensations burn through my body.
“Come for me, Monica. Now.” I demand. She meets my lips with her own and her pussy tightens even more, sucking me inside of her. Monica’s orgasm takes over her body and she loudly shouts my name. I’m a goner. Fire shoots up my spine. I come so hard, dark spots cloud my vision as I pump up into her as hard as I can. She rubs her clit against my groin and slows down her pace. My legs and arms are jelly as I pump the last of my come into her, breathing harshly.
Monica curls around me, my cock still inside of her and she nestles my head between her tits. I nip and bite at one until she’s squirming above me. Her giggles turn into moans as my cock hardens again inside of her.
This time I lay her on her back and bring her legs onto my shoulders. I pound into her hard and fast. Monica grips the sheets above her head as I keep up my punishing pace, bringing us both to the edge quickly. Her legs tighten around my head as I drive in hard. This time I’m not gentle with her. This time I need it hard and I need it fast. Monica obliges and meets me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Blayze. Fuck me good.” She moans.
“Monica, you’re going to be the death of me. Give it to me dirty.” I growl.
“Harder, Blayze. Fuck me harder.” She pants.
And I do. I thrust so hard into her I swear my eye cross. She squeezes me with everything she has as she comes on my cock again. Fire races through my spine and I know I’m close. I plunge in and out hard. Her tits jiggle up and down from my punishing pace. She moans and arches her back, drawing me into her deeper. A few more thrusts and I’m thrown over the edge of bliss, wrapped around my Ol’ Lady.
By the time I catch my breath, Monica is fully sated underneath me, and I feel like I’m the king of the fucking universe with the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I roll off to the side, pulling her with me.
“Hmm…” she purrs against my neck.
“With as much as I want to stay here, we can’t. I have to get to the clubhouse before your brother maims me for being late.” I kiss the top of Monica’s forehead and she lets out a breath.
“Fine, But I’m not responsible if I fall asleep on the ride over and tumble to my death on the back of your bike. You wore me out.” She huffs with fake annoyance. I can’t help but release a deep chuckle.
“Get dressed and let’s roll, sweet cheeks.” I wink and swing my legs over the bed. I’m in the bathroom before Monica can retaliate. She hates being called nicknames like that and I enjoy doing it just to see the spark of fire in her eyes.
“You’re such an ass,” Monica mumbles from the other side of the door. I relieve myself, wash my hands and take a long look in the mirror. My eyes portray the rage pouring inside my soul. I have unfinished business with John James and the Bloody Scorpions. They fucked with the wrong badass motherfucker. Blood and pain will be inflicted on them and when I’m done, they’ll wish their faces never came through the cunt of their mother.
“I’m coming for you.”
Chapter 7
Blayze
The ride back to Royal Bastards Clubhouse was uneventful. Monica didn’t fall off the back of my bike like she thought, but she sure as fuck played with my cock the whole way. Which took my mind off the shit my sister has been through. Riding with a boner is hard, literally.
I pull up outside the gates, the sun beating down onto us and wait for Tiny and a prospect to let us in. They spot my bike and the gates buzz before rolling open on the track. I ease my bike inside and the buzzer sounds again, closing the gates behind me. I roll past the parking lot toward the garage bays when one lifts open. I idle inside and park my bike in my designated spot. Capone, Bear, Red, Dagger, Derange, Tiny and Trigger are already here, their bikes parked in their designated spots.
I cut the engine, put my kickstand down and tap Monica on the leg. She pulls her hands from my aching cock and rests one on my shoulder. She swings her leg off the bike and dismounts with grace. I watch as she removes the helmet she hates wearing and fluffs out her hair. She turns to me with a knowing grin on her face.
“Ready?” She asks, tucking her helmet under her arm.
I shake my head and dismount, adjusting my dick and willing it to go down. The last thing I need is to walk into Church with seven other men sporting a hard-on. I unclip my helmet and set it on the handlebar of my bike. Pocketing my keys, I settle an arm around Monica’s shoulder and breathe in her scent. She smells like jasmine, sex and me. That’s not helping my situation. We walk together down the corridor into the common room, the click of our riding boots echoing through the hall. Club whores dance to the beat of the music drifting from the speakers. Monica stiffens under my arm and I sneak a glance at her.