Page 37 of The Biker’s Second Chance (Chrome Creed MC #2)
I don't stop. Spit forces it's way out the side of my mouth and drips down my chin. My eyes water and my jaw starts to hurt as I continue. I don't stop.
"Oh fuck, shit." Spike pumps his hips toward my mouth, his breathing is ragged and I feel a slight tremble in his thighs.
This is a different kind of power than the one I came in here searching for but I'm basking in the way he's making me feel right now.
He fists his hand by his side and I know he's fighting with everything he's got to hold on, not to let this end too quickly.
That only causes me to double my efforts.
There is still a small amount of his shaft and the base of his cock on the outside of my mouth and I use my hand to wrap and pump that area along with my mouth.
"Oh my fucking god." Spike slams his fist against the wall above my head before he groans and let's his head fall back but only for a second. Too fast. In the next moment, he snatches his cock out of my mouth leaving a trail of spit from the tip to my lips.
I gasp in surprise as he bends down lifting me under my arms until I'm on my feet once again.
"Take this shit off. Now!" He grabs for my pants. I don't have to help him. In one quick motion he rips them. The button popping and flying into the corner, the zipper coming down on its own.
He shoves my pants down with such a force my shoes slide off with the fabric leaving me standing there in a puddle of denim.
The air in the room is thick and I can no longer hear anything going on outside, only the sounds of our frantic breathing and my heart pattering like a war drum in my ears.
I catch his gaze for a second. His pupils are blown out.
Quickly, he grabs me by the back of my neck and twirls me again so my front is facing the wall once more.
"Spread!" He orders as he kicks at the sides of my ankles pushing the top half of my body forward so my ass is sticking up in the air.
I do my best to move as fast as he does but I barely am able to brace myself against the wall when Spike slams into me.
"Oh fuck! Holy shit, Spike!" I wail as he fills my pussy so fast my mind can't process it.
His thickness stretches me open and my walls contract hard around his long shaft.
"What the hell are you doing to me, Jaynie. What the hell." He mutters more to himself than to me as he power drives into me. Every thrust tossing me forward until there is no hope of me holding my hands against the wall and soon the side of my face is pressed against the hard surface. I brace.
He tilts his hips so every time he pulls out of me he touches my g-spot nearly making me climb up the walls.
The sex is so raw. So intense. So true.
There is anger there but I can feel it's not toward me.
Soon I'm wailing his name and my eyes are crossing as an orgasm rips through me.
"Again!" Spike barks and I whimper because I just don't think it's possible. My body is still in a state of blissed out shock. Pair that with the near brutal thrusting and I just have absolutely no control.
Just when I think the pleasure is at the tail end Spike moves his hand using his fingers to encircle my clit. He flicks the already sensitive bundle of nerves fast and now I am actively trying to climb up the walls.
"Mmm, fuckkkk" The gutural sound comes out on a long scream as he continues his punishing pace.
My muscles lock up and once again like a fucking tsunami I come gloriously. My body twitches and my knees give out from under me.
Spike holds me around my waist as his pace some how magically picks up. My eyes roll back as he grunts and pants before he nearly bellows my night up into the sky.
I feel his cum shooting into me with the strength of a god damn power washer. It's so much that some of it squeezes through the sides and drips down from my core to the floor.
If he lets me go right now I'll collapse. Spike must realize it because instead he pulls out of me, lifts me so I'm standing before he turns me back around to face him. I lift my hands to grab hold of his shoulders.
I’m gasping, my nails dug into his arms, I know I’ve given ground. Not because I wanted to. Because he forced me to see the truth in his eyes. Forced me to realize that he’ll do what he has to do, whether I like it or not. The intense sex was just an added plus.
When it’s over, he presses his forehead to mine, breath hot. “This is part of the life I live, Jayne. I don’t ask you to like it. I don’t ask you to understand it. But I’ll do what needs to be done. You’re either with that or you’re not.”
He pulls back, putting his clothes back in order, zipping up the duffle like the conversation’s finished. My chest burns as I watch him walk to the door.
“You better be the man I think you are,” I whisper.
He pauses, just long enough for hope to flare, "Trust me." then leaves.
The silence he leaves behind is suffocating. I sink onto the edge of the bed, sheets twisted under my fists. Rage churns with something that feels too much like faith. I know he’s hiding something, but I pray he’s playing it smart. I pray he’s not handing those girls back into the fire.
But how long can I just sit here and wait before I find out if I’m his partner in this fight—or just another pawn on the board?