Page 26 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)

“Is my girl needy today?” he asked, still rubbing himself against me in the place I needed the most.

“Maybe. Is that alright?” I panted, rocking my hips with him.

He brushed his lips over mine, the slight touch heating my skin but not enough. “I’ll always take care of you, Linny. Whatever you need.”

My head swam as his lips covered mine and his tongue swept inside my mouth. The elevator chimed and the doors parted so he walked us out then down the hall.

He went straight to a room like he knew where he was going but I didn’t question it. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and rushed to the bed, dropping me as he pulled his cut off, laying it in the chair in the corner of the room before he yanked his t-shirt over his head.

As I watched, I kicked my shoes off and started peeling off my own clothes. He was so ripped with several dark tattoos covering his chest and arms. Standing in his jeans shirtless with that heated look in his eye should be on a calendar or something. It would sell millions.

My mouth watered at the sight of him and as he came closer, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my arms and he cupped my breast, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. Little shocks shot to my core, and I stood on my knees at the edge of the bed, pulling his mouth down to mine.

As he plundered my mouth with his tongue, I worked his belt and button to his jeans. He tried to push me back onto the bed, but instead, I grabbed his sides and pushed him onto the mattress.

The edge of his lips turned up, his eyes watching me curiously. Sliding off the bed, I hooked my hands behind his knees and jerked him to the edge, not bothering to try to pull his pants down.

Instead, I leaned down, pulling his underwear out of my way and freeing his hard cock. He let out a low hum as I gripped his shaft, giving it a few strokes before my tongue darted over over the tip, tasting his earthy pre-cum.

“Linny,” he moaned as I wrapped my lips over the head and lowered as far as I could. Him moaning my name sent me into a frenzy.

Bobbing up and down, I ran my tongue over the length of him as I sucked. I worked until I found the perfect position to take him all down, his head hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Linny,” he growled as he gripped my hair.

His words and moans only made me want to do it more. He made me feel so good all the time, I wanted him to feel just as good. Gently gripping his balls, I took a deep breath through my nose and lowered my mouth until my lips were at the base of his cock.

Tears squeezed out of the corners of my eyes and my throat jumped, trying to expel what was filling it with a gag.

His grip tightened on my hair, trying to pull me up, but instead I adjusted my head again and went back down, letting my tongue work as I acclimated to his size in my throat.

But when his hips moved, pulling himself from the depth I had him, I went to bobbing up and down again, pleased that I took him that far at all.

He still had my hair wrapped up in his hand, but he didn’t force me up and down. He let me set the pace and how much I took him. But his hips gently bucked, making it easier for me to suck him off. The control he was giving me drove me wild.

My pussy clenched around nothing, needy for him but I didn’t want to stop.

My tongue felt a twitch at the base of his shaft, and he said, “I’m about to come.”

He didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t.

“Linny,” he said, his fingers gripping my hair tighter.

He was warning me. But instead of pulling away, I quickened my pace, using my hand with my mouth to finish him off.

Salty warmth jetted down my throat as he tensed and a rumble erupted from his chest. “Goddamn, Linny,” he said through gritted teeth.

Once the jets stopped, I gave one last gentle suck and pulled back, wiping the edge of my mouth with my tongue as I looked up at him.

Leaning down, he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up onto his chest.

“Bama,” I said, not sure what he was doing.

“Move closer,” he said, cupping my ass and pulling me to his face.

Inching closer, he pushed my panties to the side and his tongue lapped me up, then ran circles over my throbbing clit. “Bama, shit.”

His fingers filled me, finding my g-spot as he sucked the sensitive bundle. My legs tensed as my skin heated as I tried to balance over him. He hummed low as he ate me in earnest, only intensifying my pleasure. He ate me like it was the first meal he’d had in days.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said before his mouth wrapped around my clit, sucking as his fingers pumped in and out. “Sit down.”

Blinking wildly at his request and panting from the intensity, I asked, “What?”

He used his free hand to grip the bend of my thigh and pressed me closer. “Sit-down-Linny.”

It wasn’t a request, it was a demand, so I lowered down, my pussy on his face.

“All the way,” he said, muffled since I was practically suffocating him.

Fuck it. He said to sit. He’d let me know or move me if he needed to, so I put my ass on his chest and inched up.

He grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers down. He guided them to pull the fabric of my panties to the side, so I held it for him, then his hands went to my hips, holding me down and trying to move me.

He wanted me to ride his face.

Holy shit.

But whatever he was doing felt so good, that my hips didn’t fight him. Instead, they moved with him, and before I knew it, I had completely let go and rode his face like I was riding his dick.

The intensity of the orgasm crept up on me quickly, sending shakes through my whole body as his warm tongue pressed from my opening to my clit as I rocked against him.

“Fucking shit. Oh my fucking God, Bama, Oh shit!” I yelled out.

His hands squeezed my hips hard as I rode out the explosion until I finally had one last quiver through my entire body and fell to the side, unable to sit up any longer.

Panting, I lay there splayed out, wanting to grab him but not able to move my arms. Everything was like jelly.

“Bama,” was all I could say.

He slinked over me, kissing his way up my body until he found my mouth and pressed his weight over me. I loved being smushed to the bed under his big body and he stopped fighting me on it after only a couple of times.

His skin was hot and sticky, pressing against my own sweaty stomach. My arms finally mustered enough strength to grip his sides.

“I’m glad I don’t have anything important to do,” I joked.

“You always have something important to do.”

My brow quirked. “Besides keeping Sofie alive and happy, I literally have nothing important going on, ever,” I said.

He traced his fingers over my face. “Your existence is important to me.”

“You’re so silly.” His sentiments were always so perfect, but I wasn’t used to hearing things like that and they almost made me uncomfortable. I never knew how to respond without sounding cheesy.

His hand went over my neck, his thumb pressing my chin up as his dark eyes seared into mine. “It’s not silly. You’re the most important thing to me, Linny. You and Sofie.”

My chest tightened and words that seemed too soon to say danced at the tip of my tongue. Sucking my bottom lip in, I fought from letting them come out. “Why are you so perfect?”

“I’ve never been accused of that before, but I’ll take it from you,” he said, before lowering to capture a deep kiss.

Could this all really be my life now?