Page 27 of Zeppelin (Satan’s Angels MC #9)

“Fuck,” he curses. He tears his hand away and dips it back into the container. He doesn’t bring them to my mouth again. Instead, he smears ice cream all over my nipples and breasts. It had just enough time while we were in the shower to be soft enough for him to paint me with it.

I can barely stand his fingers on the hard peaks of my nipples and on the heavy fullness of my breasts, but when he licks it off, his tongue just about takes me straight to the edge.

I grind my thighs together to try and relieve the pressure while I arch my back and shamelessly grasp his hair and drag his face down to me for more.

The cold ice cream and his hot mouth are a contrast that scramble my brain.

He slips his big, rough hands under my hips, hiking my ass up into the air. In the same motion, he swipes a pillow out from the top of the bed and stuffs it under.

“This okay?”

“You mean is it safe for the baby, or am I comfortable? Because it’s yes to both.”

“Good. Hold yourself open for me, Ginny. Put your fingers on your shaved pussy and feel how sensitive you are now. I want to see your sweet little hole glistening with all that cream I’m going to lap up.”

Holy fuck.

I blindly follow his command, too far gone in a sexual haze.

He kisses me from the inner corner of my thigh, over my freshly shaved mound, down to my clit.

He seals his mouth over me. I do more than just shudder.

My hips are already in his hands, my body pinned in the air without being pinned at all.

I can’t shove them up higher. He’s already got me lifted to his mouth, kissing and stroking my clit with his tongue like a benediction.

His tongue traces my slit all the way down to my entrance.

My nerve endings spark. There’s nothing between us but my skin and his. It’s a different level of communication. Something nearly transcendent.

I dig my heel down into his shoulder, searching for traction.

Searching for something, anything, as his tongue gathers up all the wet that’s already escaped.

He doesn’t waste a drop, licking and eating, sucking at me as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and he’s desperate to have more, more, all of it.

All of me.

I buck against his face, swallowing a scream as his mouth leaves me and he replaces it with his fingers.

They brush against mine before circling my clit gently.

I should know that it’s only the precursor to whatever devious plans he’s been storing up for me.

His fingers slide in a V around my clit and then close, pinching the swollen bud unmercifully.

I gasp, my body shuddering as the jarring sensation shoots up into my stomach and down my legs. My hips might be lifted already, but my back bucks off the bed, ramming my shoulders and neck into the pillow so hard that it butts up against the headboard, cracking it against the wall.

I open my eyes and look incredulously at Zeppelin. The crown of his head is bent over me, but like he senses my hot gaze on him, he tilts his face up, a devilish smile gracing his lips, his eyes completely blown to black.

“Stop torturing me, you asshole,” I command, about as bossy as I can be for someone who just presented herself for shaving and is literally now holding herself open as if for a fucking inspection check.

And loving every single second of it.

That grin only grows, tipping into a cocky smirk. “What would you suggest instead? I want specifics, Ginny. And if you use the word penis, you can forget ever seeing it. I want filthy, dirty words.”

He still has his fingers wrapped around me. I can feel all the blood pooling between my legs, my clit pounding and pulsing between his fingers. Can he feel it? Fucking probably.

If he wants to play this game, I’ll play. “Do something with your fingers like you know how to use them. Impale me on them. Then take out your long, thick cock and split me in half.”

“Christ,” he grunts, surprise and no small amount of satisfaction sparking in his eyes like headlights piercing the darkness on a pitch black night. “If you’d behaved and asked nicely, like a good girl, I would have taken this cock out and fed it to you. Patience. It’s a virtue, Ginny.”

My eyes practically cross at the dirty, playful words.

He wants to hear me beg? He thinks I won’t do it?

I’ll make an artform out of it. “You want nice, Zep? I can be nice. I can lay here. You can kneel over me on this bed and pull out your beautiful cock. I’ll stroke it and lick it and treat it like a national treasure before I let you ram it down my throat. ”

“Fuck.” He shakes his head, but he slips away from me, lowering my feet one at a time and letting my hips fall gently back to the bed.

He stands and just looks at me for a few moments, not doing anything. I can see how painfully hard he is. Then slowly, his eyes never leaving me, he pushes his boxers down and takes his massive cock into his hand.

I’m already slick between my legs, but I’ve never been this wet ever . I’m pretty sure I’m soaking the bed, and even my mouth waters.

My clit throbs and my walls clench in on themselves, so fucking empty I could die.

At the same time, it’s mind blowing to think I had that monster cock inside of me already.

It looks like a weapon, a blunt-force object that could cause serious trauma.

I was slightly sore after, but that’s a testament to Zeppelin knowing how to wield that thing.

He never hurt me, even when he had it buried all the way inside of me.

Last time, I could literally feel his balls hit me, so I know there was no holding back.

I want to give a bossy command, but I’m a little bit starstruck over here. And dying. Of not having that cock pleasuring the hell out me right. Now.

Before I can get myself together, Zeppelin gets on the bed. He places a hand on my shoulder, moving a few fingers up to tilt my chin up. I freeze, letting him move on top of me. He straddles me easily, his legs so long that he has no problem fitting my small body between them.

“Open for me, Ginny. Open your pretty mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I want that too. I want to taste the salty bead of precum forming at the head.

I part my mouth, more obedient than I’ve ever been.

I don’t know if any dick could be considered pretty, but this one isn’t.

That’s a good thing. I don’t want pretty.

I want this. I want this swollen head, red and leaking down that long, veiny shaft.

I want it pulsing in my mouth, stretching my lips so wide, my jaw too, until it aches.

I want it exactly as long as it is, far too much to ever fit even a fraction of the way in my mouth.

I try to wrap my hand around the base of him, but Zeppelin pushes it away. He guides his cock to my lips himself. “Open wide, sweetheart. I’m the one who gets to feed you.”

Oh. My. God.

I part my lips then open wide. I feel slightly ridiculous until he rests the crown of his head against my bottom lip.

He doesn’t push forward. He lets the salty moisture leak from the tip all over my lips.

I dart my tongue out to taste it, humming at the salty musk of him.

Seriously, this isn’t my jam, but I like it. A lot.

He pushes forward when my tongue laps against the underside of his crown.

I don’t know if it’s instinct or not, but he makes it seem intentional.

He keeps going, so very slowly, stretching my jaw until it hurts.

I swallow around him, my gag reflex nowhere near triggered.

Thank fuck. I’ve had enough throwing up to last me a lifetime.

He doesn’t push forward once he’s near the back of my tongue. He doesn’t pull back either. He doesn’t grasp my hair and start fucking my face. Doesn’t tell me to lick him or suck him. He gives no commands at all.

I want to ask him. My eyes snap up to his face.

The questions die in my throat before I can pull back and ask him what he’d like me to do, how he’d like to be pleased.

His eyes are closed and his face is serene.

A vein throbs in his temple, and when I drop my eyes to his neck, his pulse thrashes madly.

He’s definitely into this, even if he seems frozen.

I keep expecting him to do something, but he doesn’t.

I have to swallow around his cock to keep saliva from leaking out the corners of my mouth. He groans each time I do it, but he still doesn’t move.

I don’t move either.

The room is so quiet. I can hear music playing in the distance, from the lounge.

I think about dipping his cock in that ice cream and sucking it off of him.

After another minute, I finally realize what the heck this is. Cock warming? Sort of? I think? Or maybe he’s not moving because if he does, he’s afraid he’s going to come.

I don’t think that’s it.

So I keep his pulsing cock in my mouth, swallowing convulsively until he pulls back.

Weirdly enough, as soon as he slips his length from my mouth, wet and glistening with my saliva, I miss the weight of him against my tongue.

I didn’t realize how soothing the quiet was.

My body went from a riot of everything to calm.

Not a calm that’s not in the mood. If anything, I’m even wetter, even more desperate to have him fill me and fuck me into the pillows the way he didn’t fuck my face.

Zeppelin slides down my body, rearranging himself with ridiculous athletic ease. He parts my legs and kneels between them, arranging my legs around his thighs and then his waist, all while supporting himself with one hand on the bed.