Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC (14 page)

“Bull!” she calls out, and I roll her nipple in my fingers and pull it hard, while increasing the speed I’m fucking her with my hand. “I’m going…I feel it coming, Bull…” she tells me, her head thrown back in pleasure.

“That’s it baby. Let me have it, Doc. Let me have all of it,” I order.

Just when I feel her pussy begin to spasm, I pull my fingers out and then thrust them hard back inside her. That’s just what she needs to throw her over the edge, because she clamps down on my hands tight and rides out her climax. I praise her, whispering in her ear.

“You’re so fucking hot, Skye. I want you baby. I need you so much. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Honey, oh God it feels so good. You’re so good,” she whimpers.

I pet her and stroke her hair, letting her come down slowly. Besides, I want to touch her. I need to stay connected with her.

When her body finally stops quaking, she slumps against me, and I let my tongue lap up the fine sheen of perspiration that’s on the back of her neck. I bring her hand to me, turning her so she can watch. I take the fingers she used to bring herself pleasure and suck them into my mouth. I make a show of it for her, but truthfully, I want every drop of her sweet cum.

“Now for lesson number two,” I tell her once I release her fingers with a popping noise. Her eyes grow large—they should.
She has no idea just what I’m going to do to her tonight.

Skye

T
hat got out
of control really quick. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I enjoyed every minute of it. When he looks at me with that cocky look of his and tells me it’s time for a lesson, my heart beats out of control. It’s excited and fear of the unknown—all rolled into one. I’ve jumped into this thing with Bull, pretty quick. Really quick—even too quick, if you take into consideration how we met.
I can’t help it.
I’m drawn to Bull and whatever he’s going to give me, if it is half as good as I just got, I am more than ready for more.

“Lesson?” I ask him, wishing I could keep the nerves out of my voice.

“Lesson one you just had. I know exactly what you need and I’ll always make sure you get it. Lesson two, Skye, is that you
do not
put yourself in danger.”

“I told you it was just a few minutes,” I defend. I know he’s right. I normally would never leave my door unlocked, but I was so excited to see him tonight, and I wanted to refresh and put lotion all over my body…it was stupid, but I’d never admit that to him. I wanted to go the extra mile for him.

He pulls my robe the rest of the way apart. Considering what we’ve just done, I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I have the strongest urge to pull it back together. I manage to stop myself. I’m not a shy virgin. I’ve not been for a long time. It’s just, whatever this is with Bull seems more intense. I feel…exposed in ways I never have before.

I try to still my nerves, and help, letting my robe fall to the floor.

“Woman, you fucking take my breath away,” he growls, and the timbre of his voice sends little pulses of electricity through my body. My already drenched center, gets impossibly wetter.

This man is becoming precious to me. My eyes go to his large hand as he caresses the underside of my breast, and then follows the curve of my side to the flair of my hips. His touch is warm, slightly abrasive and intoxicating. The way he takes his time and his thumb pets my skin at the same time, makes my knees weak.

“Bull…”

“Shhh…I’m admiring the view.”

“The view?” I murmur.

“It’s not often a man gets to look at perfection, let alone claim it, Skye. I’m a lucky motherfucker. I’m going to savor the moment—just like I’m going to savor you.”

Has anyone every talked to me like that? Has anyone ever made me feel special? I haven’t felt like anything other than a mom in so long. Bull reminds me that I’m a woman and apparently to him, a beautiful one.

“Kiss me…” I beg because as good as this is, I need more.

His eyes had been watching his hand. At my plea, he looks up and there’s this dark look in his eyes. It doesn’t scare me. It just inflames me.

“In time, baby. Right now I need you to get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

“But…”

“You’ll like where we’re going. Just trust me.”

That’s what I’m afraid of
. I may like it too much. I nod, and do as he asks. My fingers grab into the covers and I try not to think about how exposed I am.

“Lower, Skye. Scoot your legs out so you get lower to the bed for me and stick your ass up high,” he orders. His hand wraps around my hip, and he helps place me where he wants me. I’ve never felt small in my life, but Bull makes me feel small and delicate. It’s an amazing thing since I’ve spent most of life being awkward and unsure.

“Such fucking perfection. Do you know why I was so upset you left the door unlocked, Skye?”

I don’t answer. My heart is beating so hard, I couldn’t find my voice right now if I tried.

“You put something I care about at risk,” he says, and his hand comes down hard against my ass. The sensation of fire flaring on my skin spreads under his hand and I shudder from the burn. I don’t object and before I even could, his hand comes down again. I whimper, and stretch my body through the pain.

“I care about you Skye. I live in a fucking dark world and you and Matthew bring me peace. Do you know how worried I got that something had happened to you?” he asks, delivering another slap. “What if it hadn’t been me that found you? What if some stranger came in and took what you are giving me now?
What if he hurt you?
What if he had killed you?
Do you know how that would have destroyed Matthew’s life?
What it would have done to me?”
He asks his questions, while his hand comes down again and again, simultaneously.

With each blow my excitement increases. Liquid heat runs through me, and I know I’m soaked, needing him in ways I have never needed or wanted another. How does he know what I like so well? Is it coincidence? Does he know what a tight routine my life is, and how divine it is to turn that over to him? How I want him be in control, when it comes to this one aspect? Does he know how much it turns me on, to have him use my body without asking? To take what he wants? To be a
man.
God, I’m dying to have him inside of me. Dying for whatever he does next. Anticipation is pounding through my bloodstream, and I can hear my breathing turn ragged, as I wait. With his last blow, his touch changes. His hand caresses the skin, and I feel the press of his lips too. His hand strokes through the burn. It feels as if he is reassuring me—letting me know that he cares.

“Fuck, it’s so hot watching as your soft, white, ass turns pink with the outline of my hand. You were made for me, weren’t you, Skye?”

I want to answer him, but my body is on fire. Instead, I buck against his hand.

“Please, Bull…”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he tells me. I hear the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of his clothes.

I look over my shoulder, he’s naked and so breathtaking my arms quake—nearly giving out, unable to support me. He gives me that cocky grin of his when he reaches into his discarded pants pocket, then pulls out at least seven condoms connected and hanging down like a ribbon, promising a night of pleasure. My eyes grow large.

“I’ve got more in the other pocket,” he promises, as he places them on the bed by my knee. I’m starting to wonder if I will survive tonight.

Bull

I
trace the
outline of my hand on her ass.
My print
—highlighted and welcomed. A show of my ownership—because I do own her. Every fucking bit of her. I slowly pet her from her ass to her pussy, dragging my fingers in her sweet juice and coating them. I tease her swollen clit and she groans out. That sound from her lips just might be the best thing I’ve heard in my life. I move my fingers back the same path, painting her in her own cream.

I repeat my actions over and over, getting closer to the rosette opening in her ass with each turn. She’s fucking soaking my fingers, but the way she rocks back against me, searching for more, is what really makes my cock demand I stop playing. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her ass. I plunge my fingers deep into her pussy again, and she absorbs them with a wet sucking sound. I let my fingers bite into the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, so the small hole is exposed. I take my coated fingers and paint her perfect opening, making it glossy. One finger slides easily into her ass, and she cries out. But instead of denying me, her ass relaxes and my finger pushes through the tight muscles.

“Bull!” again she cries, as she clamps down on my finger. I bend down closer to watch as she takes it and eventually I add another. Carefully I let my fingers gently fuck her, pulling them apart inside her tight hole. I can feel how they stretch the taunt muscles, making her body quake in response.

“Has anyone ever had this ass, Skye?” I ask her, even though a part of me screams, no. I don’t want to think of any other fucker with my woman.
Ever
. But this…this I must know.

“No…never,” she exhales, as another shockwave takes her. She’s so close to exploding she’ll come for days.

“Good. I’m going to take it soon. Take it and make you beg for more,” I promise. I pull my fingers out and then push them back in. Once they pop through the ring again, I let my tongue dance along the opening, licking the fine creased skin, that is covered in her sweet juice. I let my tongue dance with my fingers pushing so the tip is barely in her ass, letting it flutter faster and faster, while applying more pressure against the entire area surrounding her opening. At the same time, I stretch out my fingers inside her again.

“Holy fucking hell! What are you doing to me?” she cries. I smile and count it as a small victory when she curses.

“Branding you,” I tell her honestly. I want her so well fucked and sated, that she doesn’t have the energy to even question who her man is.

“Then fuck me!” she growls and my dick jumps and my balls grow so tight it’s painful. I look down to see pre-cum running down the head.

Damn who knew I had a wildcat? I should get mad when she orders me, but all I can do is grin. That seems to be all I ever do around Skye. She cries out when I take my fingers away and I want to cry with her. I’m too busy tearing open the condom and then pulling the latex over my throbbing dick.

I hate these motherfuckers, but I will use them until Skye feels comfortable.

“Damn it, Bull hurry up!”

“What’s wrong, Doc?” I tease her while I guide my cock along the seam of her pussy, letting her sweet honey cover the condom and letting the head of my cock tease her clit to the point she nearly rears up off the bed.

“I need you to fuck me!”

She growls the words at me, and she barely finishes before my hand wraps in her gorgeous, fiery hair and I yank her head back. I don’t do it easy either, I want it to hurt—
just enough
. Her head jerks back, and her cry echoes in the room, as I guide my dick to her opening, and then, plunge in quickly—not stopping until my balls slap against her pussy.

“Bull!” she screams, drawing my name out. I don’t move. After months of needing her, I take a moment to memorize everything about the way her pussy squeezes my cock, the way the muscles milk me and demand I move. I love the way her body looks right now, the control I have over her, and finally I take a minute to register that nothing else in my life has ever felt like this—or will ever feel like this again. She’s every dream I’ve ever had, every fantasy I’ve ever imagined, all come true…and she’s mine.

Those are the words that repeat in my head, as I slide out of her depths, only to push straight back in. Harder and harder I pound her body. “That’s it baby. You take that fucking dick.” I groan, reaching around to pull on her nipple. “Milk me and show me how bad you need to come.”

“Fuck….me…fuck…fuck…fuck,” she whimpers the words over and over, as her body struggles to keep up with my demands. I fuck her so hard the headboard is slamming against the wall. She’ll be fucking lucky to walk normal tomorrow. Shit. I don’t want her to be able to walk tomorrow. I brace my foot on the bed, shifting the angle of my cock. I grab her hip and yank her back into me at the same time I thrust inside. With that she explodes around my cock, as she lets out a cry that could shatter glass. Her muscles tighten and release, then tighten and suck me deeper, before releasing and repeating. I feel my balls tighten and then streams of cum shoot into the condom, and this time it’s me who throws my head back and yells.
In motherfucking triumph
. But I only growl one word—and there’s never been a more honest word spoken.

Mine.

Skye

“H
ey Doc, me
and Matthew were starting to get worried about you.”

“Hey Mom!” Matty chimes in, with a smile bigger than the state of Texas.

I stop at the front door, almost afraid I’ve come to the wrong house. I just pulled a fourteen hour shift and was trying to drum up the energy to fix dinner, do laundry and spend time with Matty. Then I walk into…
this.

Bull and Matty are sitting in the floor, putting together a model car that Bull brought by yesterday. My son is almost as attached to Bull as I am. It worries me, but slowly I’m starting to believe that Bull means what he says. I’m keep letting fear hold me back, but we’ve only been dating for a little while. I worry these feelings I am having, are just too soon.

Then things like today happen. I come home to this, with Matty all smiles and…

“What’s that smell?” I ask, at the same time my stomach starts rumbling.

“I made some chili. Are you hungry, Doc?” he asks, and it’s a completely innocent question. But he looks at me, and all I can remember is the way his eyes look—right before he fucks me. My body vibrates with need.

“I’m starved,” I tell him, and I’m not talking about the chili. I’m talking about Bull.
It’s all about him.
I think my world is starting to revolve around him.