MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) (29 page)

As I begin to descend, Big grabs my
hips holding me up, refusing to let me be filled.

Irritated, I whine, “Bigggg.”

That sexy single dimple grin turns
into an ear-to-ear triumphant smile. I really turn up my scowl this time, roll
my frustrated eyes, and toss my hands across my chest, refusing to look at him.

“Yeah, Sugar Tits?” his amused voice
asks.

I try to lift my leg to get off him,
but his hands tighten on my hips. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re not goin’ anywhere. We’re
gonna finish what we started after you tell me what I wanna know,” he teases.

He can fuck off. I ain’t tellin’ him
shit.

I tuck my arms tighter across my
boobs, and feel his body start to bounce. I glance down to see him silently
laughing. This makes my blood boil.

“Listen, asshole,” I snap, and glare,
ready to kick his ass from here to kingdom come.

He keeps laughing, “Yeah, Sugar
Tits?”

Argh! How is he laughing at me? This
is terrible! He is teasing me and laughing at me. This isn’t funny. What a
jerk!

“Why are you laughing at me?!” I
can’t help it; I blow up.

“Because you’re mad I won’t fuck you. And you won’t tell me when you knew you were attracted to me. I thought I was bein’ nice by not askin’ you when you fell in love with me, but you’re still pissed,” he explains, a smile in his voice.

“I am not in love with you!” I screech and try again
to get off him.

He holds on tighter, his fingers possessively digging
into my hips. He keeps laughing, “Yeah, you are.”

Okay, yeah I am, but I’m not gonna admit that to him.

Thrusting his hips just slightly, he fills my pussy
halfway, and I throw my head back, relishing in the feeling. Goddamn he’s
masterful. He slides back out, and I huff in agitation.

“Tell me,” he orders deeply.

“No, fuck you,” I clip, through clenched teeth.

He does. Big grabs my hips and buries his cock deep
inside my pussy. Curling myself forward, I belt out a wild moan and let loose
on top of him. My hands go to his chest for support, and his hands reach around
to grab handfuls of my plush ass. I ride him, hard and fast. My pussy squeezes
around his member with each pass of his cock slamming into my pussy. Sliding
back out, the head of his cock drags across my g-spot, and I cry out. Again, Big
manically bucks upward, driving his cock deeper, flooding my body and soul with
pure erotic exhilaration.

Fuck!

My body quivers, as I impale myself on his cock. “Uh!”
I cry out. My toes curl in the bed sheets.

“That’s it, Sugar Tits, ride me,” he growls deep in
his chest, using his hands to force my pussy up and down his iron rod.

Soon I feel that sizzle burning through my veins, as
my climax nears. I cry out with each hot thrust, as it takes me deeper and
deeper into the sated plateau. My clit thrums as it sweeps across Big. I dig my
nails into his chest.

He grunts, “Harder,” through heavy panted breaths.

I ride him harder, and then I feel it, the perfection drawing me under. “Oh God, Big…” I wail thrashing my head back and biting my nails deeper into his fleshy pecs. His thick fingers squeeze my cheeks even harder. I bit my lip. I’m gonna…

Then Big stops and holds his cock deep inside.

No!

I take in a gulp of air, as I dangle on the precipice. I glance up with my heavy lidded eyes, unable to focus, as my heart hammers excitedly in my chest and sweat drips down the sides of my forehead.

“Now fuckin’ tell me,” he demands huskily, his fiery
eyes blazing into mine.

I shake my head, refusing to give up the goods. He
jerks his cock inside me. I sputter for air, and my body quakes, inching me
closer.

“Fuckin’ tell me. Now!” he fiercely orders, as his
eyes drop to my lips. He raises up in bed, wrapping his arms around me. One
hand on my ass, the other wrapped around my back, he threads his fingers in the
back of my mussed hair. My nipples brush his chest, and I whimper a hoarse moan.
I curl my legs around his ass, melding us as one.

“Tell me,” he breathes to my mouth, then sensuously
laves my bottom lip.

I shudder in his warm embrace. A wave of goose bumps suddenly
flare across my entire body.

Fuck, he’s amazing.

Fisting his hand in my hair, he tilts my head back and
molds his lips over mine, kissing me. I kiss him back, and my arms go around
him, holding him tighter than anyone I’ve ever held before. My heart thumps
with an abundance of love in my chest. I can feel his heart pounding too, as
his chest grazes mine. Our tongues intertwine, and I deepen the kiss. Grabbing
the back of his head, we devour each other’s mouths. His hips begin shallow
thrusts. I moan into his mouth.

Dear God.

He retracts his tongue, and we both
catch our breath, our mouths brushing one another’s.

“Now, tell me,” he coaxes, with deep emotion behind
every word. It cracks my defenses right open, and I let it all out.

“I thought you were gorgeous since I was sixteen,” I
whisper-moan to his lips. “And I’ve wanted to
f-u-c-k
you
since I was nineteen.”

Big expels a deep breath that he was holding, runs his
hand between my cheeks, and presses a finger to my asshole. I freeze, and my
breath sputters from the foreign feeling. It’s been so long.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs to my mouth.

I weakly nod, and his finger pushes forward, breaching my ring. It deliciously burns as he slides inside. My asshole squeezes his finger.

“I’m gonna make you scream my name now,” he affirms.

A shiver of erotic delight rolls
through me. I groan my need.

Big’s finger curls inside just as he propels his hips
forward, and I whimper into his mouth. He takes this as an invitation and
devours my lips once more. Delving his thick probing tongue inside, his hips
begin to undulate and thrust harder and faster into my pussy. I help by
bouncing my own hips to his thrusts.

Each thrust becomes fiercer, as he too groans into my
mouth. Both of us are panting together. Sweat clings to our naked bodies, and I
hold on tight as he brings me closer and closer to heaven.

“I’m gonna come, Sugar Tits,” he hotly grunts, just as
his finger presses deeper into my ass, and I cry my wanton need against his
mouth. “Come for me,” he harshly growls.

Big propels his hips once more, and my body responds.
I wail out his name, and my head drops forward into the crook of his neck, as I
am catapulted over the edge. Waves of ecstasy crash through me as my body shudders
uncontrollably. He holds on tight, allowing me to ride the insurmountable
waves.

Coming down from my high, I try to
catch my breath when suddenly Big’s teeth sink into my neck, and he follows me
over. Filling my pussy with pulse after pulse of his come, he lightly thrusts
his hips forward as each jet is released.

He unlatches his teeth from my neck
with a satisfied groan, and laves his tongue over the bite marks. “Fuck, those
are gonna bruise,” he sorrowfully states, upset with himself.

I hug him tighter. “It’s okay,” I try to reassure him. I definitely don’t have a care in the world at this moment, and a minor bruise on my neck is nothing.

“You’re fuckin’ great in the sack.” I
can hear the smile in his voice. Then he says, “Sorry about this,” as he
extracts his finger from my ass.

I whimper at the loss. I’ve forgotten
how much I love anal play; that made my orgasm way better.

Big lovingly grabs my bottom with
both hands and scoots us toward the end of the bed.

“Shit, I really tore this place up,”
he states looking around, as he begins to stand. I wrap my legs tightly around
his hips, his dick still nestled deep inside me.

I glance around the room, breaking
away from my Big daze, which I can’t seem to pull myself completely from. I still
can’t believe what just happened. I feel like a rag doll, trying to keep my
arms secured around his neck and my legs from falling away. Big must realize
this because he kisses my cheek and tilts me to his body in a way that I can
relax just enough I don’t have to worry about falling. I know that he’d never
allow that, especially since I’m pregnant with his daughter. Damn, he’s sweet.
I never thought I’d hear myself think that in my entire life.

Big steps over his clothes and exits
the room, headed to the bathroom. Yanking the door open and balancing me in his
arms at the same time, Pretzels shoots out past us in a flurry of excitement,
and I giggle, still in my drunken post climactic daze. Big enters into the
bath, ignoring our dog, which I know has to be rubbing against his legs. He
grabs a towel from the rack and drops it over the toilet before releasing my
legs and setting me on top of the lid. I swallow the whine I want to impart
from the loss of his warm, and oddly comforting semi-hard dick. I can’t sound
like a needy bitch, so I try to keep myself from clinging to him, even though I
want to when he lets me go. He strides over to the sink to turn on the water.

Placing my hands on my thighs and my
bare feet on the cool floor, I lean forward, trying to catch my breath, and
wrap my head around what just happened. That was the best sex of my damn life.
I can’t help but wonder how he feels about it.

Reaching into the cupboard below the
sink, Big extracts an ivory washcloth and runs it under the tap. Squishing out
the excess water, he turns off the faucet and walks back to me. Kneeling at my
feet in a romantic gesture, he pries my legs open. I don’t fight it.

Pressing the warm washcloth to my
pussy, he says with a lazy smile, “There, Sugar Tits. I think I made a mess.”
He sounds happy.

“I think we both did,” I reply,
enjoying this sweet moment of him cleansing me after sex. “But you know you
don’t have to do this,” I add, and reach down to take the washcloth.

He bats my hand away. “You’re my
woman, and I just filled your pussy. I’m gonna clean you up, and you better get
used to it.”

God
, he
is
really fucking sweet. My heart swells, and I can’t help the smile that cracks
from my lips. I can’t believe how happy I am. I could almost cry. But I won’t.

Swiping up and down my sex, Big wipes
me up and throws the washcloth into the hamper. Pushing himself off the floor,
he stands and reaches out for me to take his hands. I do, and he tugs me up. My
legs wobble beneath me like a newborn calf, and he wraps his arm around my back
to stable me.

“Noodle legs?” Big asks, a smile in
his voice.

“Yeah, a bit.”

Big slowly walks me toward the tub,
like he has all day. “Let’s get you in the shower, and I’ll go make us
something to eat and clean up the mess I made.”

“Okay,” is all I can say at this point. I’m kind of living in a weird twilight post climatic zone right now, and I’m in no way shape or form able to argue. So I don’t even try.

Big holds my hand as I step into the tub. He turns on the water, feeling it until it turns warm. He pulls up the shower lever and the spray shoots from the showerhead, pelting my breasts. Big leans in and pecks me on my lips before shutting the printed curtain.

“There should be some girly shit in
there, so get washed up and meet me in the kitchen,” he says, then pushes back
the shower curtain halfway. I’m shocked into silence when he leans in, his head
getting pelted with the hot spray, and kisses me long and deliciously until my
toes curl and I’m fighting for breath. He pulls away with a grin, pecks my
nose, and pulls his soaked head out of the shower, tugging the curtain back to
close.

Um…Wow!

“Mmmm,” he hums exiting the bathroom.
“Best fuckin’ day of my life.”

After I hear the door shut, I sigh
and lean to rest my shoulder against the shower wall. I touch my swollen lips with
my fingers and smile. I can’t believe how sweet this man is, and I really can’t
believe that just happened. I know I keep saying that, but I’m in shock here.
In a blissful, amazing, happy shock. Wow, this has been one helluva strange and
exciting day. And it’s just begun.

Stepping out of the steam filled
bathroom, I am pleasantly assaulted with the scent of bacon and pancakes that
only seem to smell even more fantastic when they’re joined with the sounds of
Guns ‘N Roses playing in the downstairs kitchen as Big sings along in his deep
off-key voice. Is there truly anything better than an orgasm or two and a man
cooking? I think not!

Reentering the bedroom with my towel wrapped around
me, I glance around the room and am surprised how quickly he read up his
tirade. Honing in on the freshly made bed, I smile huge as soon as my eyes take
in the oversized black t-shirt and men’s boxers that Big has graciously laid
out for me on the same place that not even an hour ago we became deliciously
reacquainted on.

Reaching down I cup my sated pussy, and relish in my
moist swollen lips from the fuck of a lifetime, then a relaxing hot shower.
Never in all my years would I have guessed I’d be in Big’s basement, dressing
in his clothes, and carrying his baby. It’s funny how the world works in its
mysterious and often times fucked up ways.