A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (51 page)

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s cool. My lips going to be involved in eating your pussy. That is
if
you think you can hover close to my mouth without touching me anywhere.”
 

Between her legs grew wetter and the tips of her nipples beaded. She absolutely loved having her pussy eaten, almost more than she enjoyed sex itself, but what he was proposing sounded impossible. “Would your tongue be able to reach?”
 

“Depends on how close you could squat over me. I can’t suck your cunt, but I can lick it.”
 

Her breaths came in short, little pants and she squeezed her legs together.
 

“You can always balance yourself with the headboard, but I need you to hold your pussy lips open.”
 

She moaned, willing to try any of his suggestions at this point to ease the pulsing ache in her core.
 

“Take your clothes off,” he instructed her.
 

Too lost in lust, she got entirely naked, when really only her bared pussy was required.
 

He crooked a finger at her. “Guide one of your delicious looking tits to my mouth.”
 

She leaned over him, the thought to tease him with her breasts hitting her. Keeping them just out of his reach, she jiggled them, pulling away whenever he brought his mouth close.
 

“Fuck it,” he growled in frustration, catching a nipple between his fingers. A look of agony slid across his face and he gritted his teeth, halfway lifting to tug her nipple into his mouth.
 

Not wanting him to feel any discomfort because of her, Bunny relaxed and guided him back, holding her breast up for his benefit. He alternated between tugging her nipple between his teeth and dragging his tongue across the peak.
 

Throwing her head back, she moaned at the pleasure bursting through her. She could’ve allowed him to suck her tit for hours, it felt so good. The tips of her breasts had always been one of her pleasure points.
 

He moved his mouth away. The intensity of his stare made her feel open and vulnerable, but she refused to look away from the hot promise in his eyes.
 

“You ready to feed me your pussy? I’m sure the fuck ready to eat it.”
 

Groaning, she carefully lifted herself over his face, holding onto the headboard to balance herself.
 

“Fuck, but you got a pretty cunt.”
 

Each word he spoke made her wetter until her cream was sliding down her thighs. Her clit actually hurt. Her legs and thighs had once been pretty strong. First from cheerleading and then from her moves on the pole. Hesitantly, she released her hold on the wood and lowered herself to within an inch of his mouth, then used her fingers to open her soaked pussy lips.
 

“Jesus, look at the clit on you,” he growled, a moment before he slid his tongue from the top of her mound right to her ass. She was already so close to orgasming after he’d finished with her nipples and having her pussy licked always made her come quick. But she wanted to savor this moment with him. When it was over, he’d expect another dick suck. Want to come in her mouth again since she’d release in his.
 

Maybe, if she didn’t orgasm on his tongue?
 

He blew on her clit, his hot breath sending shivers through her.
 

“Kiss me. Or you don’t like the taste of your pussy juice?”
 

“Not really,” she managed, throbbing in anticipation of more of his tonguing.
 

“Stop thinking. Just feel my tongue sliding up and down your cunt, stopping to dip inside your opening then teasing your asshole.”
 

She grabbed onto the headboard again, her heart pounding, unable to bear his words with much restraint.
 

He taunted her with a quick lick and then snickered. “Bet you want to plaster your cunt to my lips and grind your pussy until you come.”
 

She whimpered.
 

Another mocking tongue stroke. “You want that?”
 

“Yes,” she whispered.
 

He kissed the opening to her vagina and she trembled.
 

“If you stop thinking for a minute, I might let you come. But whatever the fuck in that gorgeous head of yours keeping you from enjoying this. Why should I give you a tongue bath if you holding back on me?”
 

“Please, I swear I won’t think about anything,” she gasped out, twisting her hips slightly. “I…I don’t want to have your cum in my mouth, so I’ll use my fingers to finish myself off. Just please, lick me a little more.”
 

In response, he caressed her wet, swollen clit with the tip of his nose, sniffing as he went along and making her toes curl.
 

“Get over me again like you were before.”
 

Releasing the headboard, she balanced herself as she’d been before he’d stopped. Before she had a chance to open her lips, his tongue danced across her flesh. Instead of teasing her as he had, his ruthless licks pushed every thought right out of her head and she rolled against his mouth, the lapping sound combining with her moans and turning her on a little more.
 

Vaguely, awareness of his mouth covering her pussy and sucking seeped into her. Her hands slid into his locks and she gripped them, bouncing against his lips in a fast motion.
 

Her orgasm hit her hard, starting from the tips of breasts and spreading to her pussy. Her body jerked and her thighs trembled, her cries of pleasure ringing in her head. She felt as if she floated in a haze of pleasure, and she rode the wave until her nerve endings overloaded and she collapsed at Digger’s side, panting.
 

“I’ve eaten a lot of pussy in my life, but I think caring about you make yours taste sweeter.”
 

His wondrous words stole some of her ardor. They were sweet in their own way, but she really didn’t need to hear about all the pussy-eating he’d done in his life. “Mr. Romantic,” she said hoarsely. “Thanks for the compliment. Such as it was.”
 

Licking his glistening lips, he grinned at her. His cheeks and chin were soaked from her orgasm and a hot blush spread over her at the evidence of her powerful orgasm.
 

“What got you turning so fucking red?”
 

“My cream is all over your face.”
 

“It shouldn’t be?”
 

“I was sitting on your face so it was unavoidable…” Her voice trailed off and she bolted upright. “Oh my goodness! I
sat
on your face. I didn’t stay hovering like you told me.”
 

“Do I look upset? It let me know you finally stopped
thinking
and just felt your pussy being licked.”
 

“Stop saying that, please.”
 

“Making your pussy hot again? Wanting more tongue from me? Or some dick?”
 

“Dick,” she said as if she hadn’t come a few minutes ago. “Both.”
 

“Baby, I’m in bad fucking pain from the way your thighs hugged by fucking battered face. Otherwise, I’d tell you to sink your cunt on my cock right fucking now.”
 

Her eyes slid to the rise in the sheet. Pushing the cover aside, his cock sprung free, thick and hard. She scooted down, knowing what she had to do. Before she changed her mind, she slurped him into her mouth, rewarded with his groan.
 

Fondling his balls, she sucked him in hard, fast draws, just wanting it over with. He was close, worked up by eating her. Wrapping her hands around his cock base, she pulled on him, even as she continued to blow him.
 

He fisted her hair and tugged, but she ignored him.
 

“Bunny, move, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
 

The words surprised her and she relaxed her grip on him, allowing him to pull her mouth away from his cock just as cum shot from him and landed on her cheek. At the last minute, she took him in her hand again, and the final bit of cum bubbled from his dick tip.
 

“Lay next to me,” he puffed out.
 

She easily complied, sated and languid.
 

“Whatever mistakes you made,” he began, “not as bad as you think. You was a young bitch and we learn from what the fuck we do during that time in our lives. It’s our learning period. So forgive yourself. Stop punishing yourself, doing shit you don’t really want to do because you think you deserve whatever you’re getting.”
 

“I hurt my mom and dad so much, and if Trader hadn’t taken me away I might be dead now.”
 

“Why even wonder what you
might
be, girl, when you know what you are? Alive. Strong. Loyal.”
 

“I’m fine, Mark. I promise. I don’t know why we’re talking about this now?”
 

“Because I couldn’t say it before you attacked my cock. And considering you almost gnawed it the fuck off in your desperation to make me come, I wish the fuck I would’ve spoke up.”
 

“Gnawed?” she echoed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
 

“Your teeth hurt slightly but nothing I couldn’t take. But I couldn’t tell you. I had to fucking show you. My telling you I didn’t eat your pussy to have my dick sucked is one thing. I should’ve stopped you to show you that part. Since I didn’t, I wanted you to see I won’t come in your mouth if you suck my cock.”
 

“Okay,” she said.
 

“Forgive yourself. Your folks have forgiven you. It’s time for you to do the same.”
 

She smiled hesitantly.
 

His stomach growled.
 

“Are you hungry?”
 

“Starving,” he answered. “I haven’t eaten since way before I got my ass kicked. Your man need something more to eat than just pussy.”
 

She shook her head. “What did you do? Graduate from the School of Rude and Crude with top honors?”
 

“No. That distinction go to Outlaw.”
 

Bunny reached for her panties, where they lay at the edge of the bed.
 

Digger’s stomach growled again, so she hurried to redress.
 

“I won’t be long,” she promised, skipping to the door as she put one flat on and then the other.
 

“Wait, before you leave, can you hand me one of the pills Mort left on my nightstand?”
 

“Um…can’t you get addicted?”
 

“I’m not going to,” he promised. “I just need something for the pain. Mort only gave me three. My broke ass couldn’t afford one.”
 

Reluctantly, she did as he asked, and watched as he washed the pill down with tap water she’d gotten from the bathroom faucet.
 

“I’ll be right back.”
 

“I’m not going nowhere, baby.”
 

Bunny wasn’t gone any longer than ten minutes, the amount of time it took her to scrounge up chips, sandwiches, and sodas. Yet, by the time she returned to the room, Digger was asleep.
 

Kissing the air since her hands were occupied with the tray and she couldn’t blow the kiss to him, she backed out of the room, bumping into a hard body.
 

“He sleeping?” Mort asked, gripping her arms to steady her.
 

Once she wasn’t in danger of falling, she turned, holding the tray up when his gaze dropped to the sandwiches. “Want one?”
 

“Thought you’d never ask,” he chortled, grabbing one. “You his old lady now or what?” he asked casually, as he chomped away.
 

She hadn’t acknowledged her relationship with Digger, even when Outlaw had suggested what was happening between them. But she was involved with him and she didn’t want to pretend otherwise. She nodded.
 

“Welcome to the family, girl. If he get out of line with you, tell me so I can kick his ass. He better not fuck up a good thing.”
 

“O-okay.” An idea occurred to her at Mort’s easy acceptance. “You don’t use your room here anymore. Do you?” She didn’t think he did, but she wasn’t one hundred percent certain.
 

“No.”
 

“Can…can Digger have it? It’s bigger.” A little brighter, as well.
 

“Without all the naked bitch photos hanging on his walls, I bet?” he asked with a knowing grin, taking the tray from her.
 

“Yes,” she said, unable to stop her smile.
 

“He can have it.”
 

“Don’t let him know yet. I want to surprise him.” Her head was already running through what she needed to turn the room into a cozy little nest for the day she rode him into oblivion.