Page 15 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)
His piercing green eyes meet mine. “Breakfast is good. Thanks for cooking?”
I stalk toward him. “Why do you have to go?”
Chugging the rest of the water he looks at me. Mavis tosses the empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Are you worried about me?”
“Yes. I believe it’s too soon to go out.” I grip my hair. “Can you at least wear a bulletproof vest under your cut?”
He palms my face and stares down at me. “Yes, I can do that.” His tone is deep and husky.
My shoulders relax and my eyes close briefly. “Thank you.”
He plants kisses on my cheeks. “I don’t think you hate me anymore?”
“I don’t have to like you. I just want you to be safe.”
Mavis grabs his plate and places it back in the warmer. Why is he shirtless again? He usually wears a t-shirt or tank.
“I know you please yourself in the bathroom.”
My eyes widen. “Are you spying on me?”
“No, I don’t watch you on surveillance camera. I stand outside the door and listen.”
My cheeks heat under his lust filled gaze.
“Don’t take care of yourself anymore. That’s an order.”
“What am I supposed to do then?”
He hoists me up, placing my bottom on the counter.
Mavis yanks my tank over my head, tossing it aside.
“I love your full breasts.” His mouth covers my bare nipple and I gasp.
“Mavis,” I moan as my fingers slip into his damp hair.
“I’m going to be the man to make you come.” His mouth covers my other breast sucking on my taut nipple.
“You make it hard not to want your mouth on me,” I whisper.
He flashes a cocky grin. “Because we sleep together every night.”
“Mavis, you climb into my bed.”
“I told you I love holding you in my arms. You like it too,” he says before taking my lips.
I plunge my tongue into his mouth needing to let my tongue tangle with his.
I pull back and notice his hard cock and reach into his shorts and free him.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that, baby,” he says gruffly.
I marvel at the precum beading on the tip. I swipe my thumb over it and bring it to my lips. I suck my thumb under his hungry gaze.
“That’s my girl. Soon your pretty lips will be wrapped around my dick.”
He places his fingers in the waist band of my leggings and panties and yank them down my thighs and legs.
Mavis pushes my body back against the cool countertop and spreads my legs. I feel exposed under the bright kitchen lights and the biker's heavy gaze. I push back the bad feelings from my past.
“You’re my woman, Sophie.” But the way he stares at my pussy makes me wet.
“Your sweet pussy belongs to me.” He slides his tongue along my folds and I come undone. Back arching off the cold marble countertop.
“Oh fuck, Mavis,” I moan as I grip his hair tighter trying to pull his face closer if that’s at all possible.
He caresses my thighs as he feasts on my clit, pulling the first orgasm from my body that causes me to shake uncontrollably.
He stretches a hand up and roughly massages one of my breasts. My hips rock against his face on their own accord. And my free hand grips my other breast.
“So sweet. So perfect. So fucking mine, Sophie,” he growls against my soaked pussy.
A tear slips down the side of my face as I bask in a kind of pleasure I’ve never known. This muscled, tattooed biker is making me lose my mind. For him.
“Come on my tongue again, Sophie.” He circles a thumb over my clit as his tongue glides in and out of my needy hole like a fucking jack hammer. The orgasm hits so hard that I see fucking stars as I call out his name.
“Mavis,” I shout at the top of my lungs. His brothers probably heard me out front and I don’t fucking care.
He stands to his full height staring at me under long blond eye lashes. His beard glistens with my juices.
The way my legs quiver uncontrollably is mind blowing.
“You, ok?” he chuckles.
I try to sit up. Mavis pulls me upward, then plants me on my feet. My legs buckle. He holds me against his muscled frame.
“When I return tonight, I want to find you in my bed.”
I crane my neck to peer up at him. I consider protesting. But what’s the use? I want his tongue again. But first. I drop to my knees and kiss the head of his dick. My mouth slides over the mushroom head down his veiny long shaft. Curling a hand around the base my mouth slides up and down his shaft.
His eyes darken as he watches me with angry lust filled eyes. Am I doing something wrong?
He fists my hair. “Of course, you know how to suck dick,” he mutters under his breath.
Now, I understand why he’s upset.
I put his words out of my mind and enjoy the feel of his long, hard, thick dick hitting the back of my throat as I juggle his balls in one hand.
“Fucking hell, Sophie,” he grunts as he slams into my mouth faster as saliva dribbles from my lips pooling on the floor.
“I’m about to come,” he roars. Mavis tries to pull back, but I grab his ass and hold him there as he unloads ropes of cum down my throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yells at the top of his lungs. He releases my hair, stumbles back and his cum stretches from my bottom lip to his dick.
I lick my lips drinking down the rest of his cum.
After gathering my leggings and panties off the floor I stand.
Mavis pulls me against his chest, holding me tightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask unease bubbling up in my chest.
He pulls back and grips my face. “I’m going to break his fucking face.” Mavis takes my lips in an intoxicating kiss.
“It’s time he knows you’re mine.”
Worry washes over me.
“Be in my fucking bed, Sophie. If you’re not there, I’ll drag your pretty ass down the hall.”
“Mavis,” I warn.
“Do as you’re told, and you won’t have anything to worry about,” he snarls.
I know his anger isn’t directed at me. It’s for Toby. My evil angry biker is out for blood.