Page 50 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Shame on me. I must be punished really hard.”
Her giggle filled the room. “You love to be punished, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“How about this for punishment?” She rose to her knees, and her hand tangled in my hair. The other hand went down to her panties, and then she made an inverted V with her index and middle fingers, spreading the cut, exposing her pink opening.
I mumbled some incoherent shit, too lost in that beauty to form words. Suddenly, I found my nose, mouth and chin dipped in her pussy.
Fuck me. That smell. Those delicious juices. This was not punishment. Even if I choked on Cammie’s pussy, this was heaven.
She buried me deep inside her, and all I could breathe was the smell of her sex. Her moans flared as I licked her, ate her, fucked her with my tongue.
She pulled my hair harder, and my tongue went inside her deeper. I wished it’d been my thumb and cock in her pussy not just my tongue. I wanted to thrust away every need that had been nagging me every day I was away from her.
“I love you,” I whispered inside her.
“I love you, too,” she moaned.
I had no idea how she understood what I’d said, but I was grateful she could. I said it again as I drank her, and she clenched around my tongue.
She yanked my head off her and narrowed her eyes at me. “You look so fucking hot with my juices on your lips and chin like that.”
Glancing up into her eyes, I licked my lips, savoring her taste.
“Oh God, Dusty.” She scooted back and guided my cock inside her pussy.
“Fuuuuck.” My eyes closed as she eased down, taking it all in.
I was already close to the edge, and when she bounced I summoned all my willpower not to come right away.
We moved together, our pelvises grinding against each other. She was clenching and screaming so hard I had no strength left to resist exploding inside her. “Cammie. Oh, Cammie, I can’t hold back.”
“No, baby. Not just yet. I’m so close.”
I snapped my eyes shut as her pussy, literally, squeezed my cock, shattering all my hopes to obey her. “Fuck. Fuck! I’m so sorry!”
How was I supposed not to come? With all her beauty and dominant moves and unbelievable body. And that fucking wet pussy. A man could take this much.
My cum shot in abundance inside her as I prepared myself for whatever punishment she had for me. I didn’t mind if she’d torture me all night. The kind of pleasure I had right now was worth it.
Luckily, exploding inside her drove her own orgasm. She cried out my name, and her face contorting with her lips parting as she came was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
4. Dusty
After a long night of making love to her like a sub and like a man, Cammie fell asleep like a baby.
For that I was grateful. She’d suffered a lot, and even after all this time, the demons my fucking father had left messing with her head didn’t let her rest.
I showered and dressed quietly, pulling my jeans over my hips, buckling my silver skull belt-buckle. Then I stretched a clean, white T-shirt over me and shrugged my jacket over my shoulders. My piece in the gun pocket. My dagger into its leather case on my left hip. My second knife into my black leather harnessed biker boots.
I took one last look at my girl in bed, sleeping with nothing covering her but the pale moonlight streaming from the window.
Any normal man would not be about to ride a dangerous machine and roar into the night to meet up with a fellow gangster to plan the future of one of the most infamous MCs in the state.
But I was far from normal.
The Night Skulls didn’t do normal. We were the rejects of society that breathed chaos. The very definition of rebellion. A gang of misfit criminals. Globally notorious. Dangerous. Powerful.
