Page 63 of Serpentine
By the fifth and final strike, she’s dripping for me, asshole flexing around the butt plug as her pussy begs to come.
“Please, fuck me! Please,” she begs breathlessly.
For a split second, I consider freeing my aching dick into my hand and shoving inside her. Breaking that fucking hymen to shattered bits is all I’ve thought about since she told me it was there. Molding her to my cock is all I want.
But logic always drives me, saying I’m too keyed up to touch her. She needs tenderness and love for her first time. Not me barreling through her pussy like a man too fucked up to think straight. Which I currently am.
I help her flip on the bench, her feet resting on the leg rests. The leather seat beneath her now traps in the butt plug, and I come between her thighs and find her clit with my thumb.
“I can’t do that for you right now, Bambi. As much as I want to, it would be too rough. It wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t be what you need.”
She gasps as I swirl my thumb over her. “I need you. However, you’ll give it to me, Brax. I need you.” Her begging nearly snaps my resolve.
But I just can’t. I’d process it later, but it would break me. I know it would.
Removing my thumb, I pull her to the edge of the bench as I kneel on the pads, lifting her legs around my hips. Leaning down, I rest my arms on the armrests as I grind my jean-clad dick over where she aches.
“Fuck!” she sputters, arms coming around my neck.
I kiss her, and I’m sure her lips will be purple tomorrow. But I’m gone, too gone.
My kiss opens her to me, and I taste her. Savor her. As I grind over her, she moves with me.
Quickly, our pace gets out of hand. Just as I knew it would. We’re breathing into one another’s mouths, moving toward our ends.
“You going to come for me, Bambi?” I taunt, knowing I’m going to be right behind her. I’ll soak through my jeans like a schoolboy when she breaks.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” she says, her eyes finding mine in panic.
She knows how ruined orgasms feel now, and she’s nervous. Good, let her know that each one we give her is only because she’s behaved.
It’s the fucking point.
“Never,” I grit out.
When she screams my name, I shudder as my dick erupts behind my jeans for her.
“Brax! Ahh!” Her eyes are closed, her mouth open in shock, and I want nothing more than to feel her walls closing in as her body finally reaches climax.
But now isn’t the time.
“Fuck, Bambi.” Even though my warm cum is staining my pants, I don’t stop. I grind it across her pussy, and she watches me and growls deep in her throat.
“Fuck, why is that so hot?”
I smirk. “Because you’re as fucked up as we are, Bambi. Welcome to the club.”
Back at the bartender’s house, I finally get the chance I’ve been waiting for. She’s leaving for work, and I have the opportunity that hadn’t presented itself last night. I wait thirty minutes after she leaves, knowing I want her clocked in before I get inside.
When I’m in, I make quick work of her home, not being careful to put things back. Let her know someone’s onto her. Let her warn them.
What I need isn’t in any of the drawers I toss, nor in the filing cabinets I shot to shit to get open. Nope, it’s on the fridge, held there by a magnet.
A photo of her and Jackal's leader, Vito Murphy. I snatch it off the fridge. Looking at the back, I don’t find any caption hidden there. I pocket the photo inside my leather jacket and make my way back outside.
When I’m back on my bike and cruising through the chilled night air is when I decide with everything going on lately, I need a fucking moment to myself. So, I head for Zeke’s Place at full speed.
When I get there and sit down, Zeke eyes me warily. He hardly ever sees me in here, even when the club comes up for a rowdy night off the compound.