Page 44 of Zeppelin (Satan’s Angels MC #9)

“What if I’m serious?”

Her eyes darken further, her pupils growing even larger. “Oh god. Yes. Please. You have no idea how empty I’ve been without you. In every way, Zep. Not just… this one.”

Of all the things she could ever say or do to me, that’s what gets me. It’s that heartfelt hitch in her voice, the way her hands curl into my shoulders just a little bit tighter like she needs to reassure herself that I’m not going anywhere, and the way she leans in to kiss me tenderly.

It starts off slow and deep, but turns into a biting pleasure that has us both attacking each other’s mouths.

I turn her around so that I can hit the bed first. I spread out, the metal bedframe protesting my weight, but I know it will hold. The night I spent in this bed, it creaked and groaned with every movement.

It’s going to be fun, making this bed sing.

It will be even better if I can turn Ginny into a loud, thrashing, wild beast on top of me.

It’s the hottest moment of my life, watching her slip onto the bed, kneeling beside me before she swings a leg over my torso.

She backs up, on her hands and knees, and I swear to fuck that I very nearly erupt and come all over the place just from having her beautiful pussy spread open like that for me, her peach ripe ass so near my face.

I hook my arms around her legs and maneuver her into place.

She’s beyond wet, her thighs covered in sweet drops of her honey.

I sit her down on my face, lapping up all of it before I latch my mouth straight to her clit and suck.

She squirms away, but comes back, sitting down hard on my face, whimpering and curling her hips in small circles to try to get me where she needs me.

I lick her from her clit, all the way down her slit, past her entrance and up further.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers loudly. “Oh my god, yes, Zep.”

“Tell me what you want, Ginny.”

“All of it. Please. I just want it all.” There’s such worship in her tone, but what undoes me is the way her hand curls around the base of my dick.

She strokes me in her fist, all the way up my shaft, to the head. I’m a mess there, leaking all over, and her hand glides down my shaft with ease after she slicks it all over her palm.

I fuse my mouth to her and lick her like I’m claiming her and she jacks me like she’s in agreement. She supports herself on top of me with one hand, her hips moving with a will of their own, the momentum transferring into her hands.

She leans forward after a minute of the most exquisite torture, her hot breath skating over the head of my cock.

A shiver crawls up my spine, followed by a flood of warmth.

Does she feel that same sensation? A blooming in her chest and stomach that tells her that she’s safe?

She doesn’t know it, but I’ve never given myself like this to anyone.

Even shaving her, though I bossed her around and was cocky about it, was a first. I’ve touched her and held in her ways that I had no idea I even could.

I didn’t have to have someone teach me. I learned it along the way, prodded by instinct.

Instead of being stressed about it, the only thing I’ve ever felt for her was this delicious warmth.

The warmth of safety and trust.

My body is literally in her hands, but I’m hers in every other way too.

She doesn’t touch me like I’m a weapon. She’s tender and almost gentle.

She takes care when she lowers her mouth over my head.

Her tongue immediately swirls over the little slit, gathering up the salty precum.

A different shiver skates up my spine, one that has my balls tightening and my spine and thighs tingling.

I hold myself back and focus instead on devouring her.

I squeeze her ass, palming all that lovely roundness, massaging her gently as I trace her from her clit down to her opening.

I push my tongue inside, filling her as full as I can.

She surges forward at the new sensation, but comes back again and again, riding my face.

She takes me halfway into her mouth, resting me on her tongue.

I know she can’t get me anywhere near the back of her throat.

Her gag reflex is far too sensitive, but that’s no loss.

It’s every bit as hot that she pays more attention to my head and uses her hand on my shaft.

She sucks the tip of me without warning, applying so much pressure that I nearly lose myself and come all over her tongue. I tear my mouth from her and bite her lightly on the back of her thigh, gripping her legs and ass in my big hands.

There’s no sound in the room except for the sounds we’re making.

I love her whimpers and my unhinged groans.

I love the sucking sounds she makes as she takes my cock, fucking me with her mouth, her tongue doing things to me that make me want to black out.

I love how her walls clench all over my tongue when I thrust it back into her tight entrance and plunge in over and over.

She soaks my chin and my beard, the scent and taste of her better than anything else on this fucking earth.

She pops me out of her mouth to breathe heavily against me. “You taste so fucking good. You have a lovely dick. The best dick.”

I don’t, but the fact that she thinks so and she’s up close and personal with it, sends a thrill rushing through me.

“And you have the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen. You taste so fucking good, you could kill a man.”

“Goodness. I might have to lock it away just to protect you.”

I grin the silliest grin to myself.

“Would that be shaved or natural?” she presses dryly.

“I was just giving you a hard time. It’s sometimes easier for me to be an asshole than to admit how affected I am.”

Her hand clenches on my cock, her whole body vibrating with a shiver. “I get that.” She inhales deeply. “As much as I’d love to come on your face, I really want you inside of me.”

Fuck .

We have time for all the other stuff later. I want what she wants. I want to give her all the pleasure in the world. I want to kiss her mouth and thrust inside of her and watch the passion ripple across her face as it grips her.

I’m careful with her, silently helping her off of me.

She drops down and spreads herself flat on the other side of the bed.

I roll over, looming over her. She reaches for me immediately, tangling her hands in my hair, pulling me down and turning my face to run her tongue over my ear, along my jaw—even though it involves licking my beard, and then straight to my lips.

Our tongues stroke each other’s immediately, feeding us the taste of ourselves. Her hips ride up straight into my groin after she wraps her legs around my hips. She rubs herself along the length of me, moaning into my mouth as my cock bumps her clit and strokes down her center.

I support myself with one arm, so desperate to be inside of her that my brain is near the point of being scrambled. I slide my hand under her, running my fingers down her ass crack before I hoist her hips in the air.

“Oh my god,” she groans. “Fill me up, Zep. Right now. I need your cock.”

“You think you can take all of me?”

She looks up at me defiantly, with all that mischief and sass and heart that I love so much. “I can take it.”

“Are you okay to take it? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay. You’re not that long or anything.”

I snort, laughing so hard that the rumble bursts out of me and flows through her where we’re connected. “We both know that you can’t even contain it all in both your palms.”

“I have small hands.”

“I’m not going to spank you right now, but I’m going to save it up and surprise you. And one day, you can see if you can fit my cock in that tight little asshole.”

She shivers. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“It’s not supposed to be a punishment. If I wanted to punish you, I’d just withhold my cock until you can speak to it with respect.”

She laughs, knowing that I’m just playing with her. Withhold my cock? The only person who would be punished is me.

“Why don’t you try me then? Prove me wrong. Give me all of you, fuck me hard, and fill me up until I’m overflowing.”

My cock jerks and my balls tingle like they were just struck by lightning. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Her hand traces a path through my hair and cups the nape of my neck. “I trust you. You’d never hurt me.”

She does. Her eyes are heavy and her lips are curled in a soft smile.

The rest of her face is serene. She looks up at me with all the confidence in the world.

With all the gentleness and goodness and desire, but above all, with faith.

She feels all the things that I can’t even feel for myself yet, but I’m getting there. One day at a time, with her.