Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane

her soaked pussy. Hearing her low scream only egged him on and he added a second finger to the first. Within seconds her hips tightened and she was clenching on his fingers and pushing her clit harder against his mouth and he let her ride that one out. If he hadn’t jacked off twice this morning, he would have been inside her when that happened, and probably disgraced himself by coming with her.
    He pulled his fingers out and began licking her from asshole to clit with long swipes of his tongue. He paused long enough to look at her, and couldn’t help but feel the satisfaction deep in his chest for pleasuring her and putting that look on her face.
    A man would kill to see that look on his woman’s face. He bent his head and continued to keep her juices flowing for his efforts and her pleasure.

    Selma grinned and sat on the tabletop. He was right, it had been too long since she’d enjoyed his brand of loving. The wood was cold on her back and she shivered, but she forget about the cold and hardwood under her when his hands spread her thighs and she felt his breath on her wet pussy. “Oh, Daddy, please, make me feel like you want me as much as I want you. I need this too, you know, and if I can walk when I get off this table, I plan to suck your cock until you haven’t got a drop of cum left in your body. I want yo… Oh, Daddy.”
    She loved every swipe and stab of his tongue. She just came down from her second orgasm and her flesh was so sensitive that when his cock bumped her clit, she lifted her hips and gasped. No one, no one had ever made her feel so beautiful, and no one would ever take the place of the talented man now standing between her thighs.
    “Give it to me, Daddy, let me feel you deep inside, I’ve missed you so much, and your cock will make up for a lot of lonely nights. Oh Yesss…” He took his time working his thick cock inside of her vagina, and she held her breath when his girth stretched the walls almost to the painful limits. This was her Charlie and he gave her everything she needed. “Oh Yes, I can feel every inch, yes, a little more, right there.”

    “Fuck, babydoll, I can barely get in, it’s like the first time we did this, do you remember? So fuckin’ tight.” He pulled back and swiveled side to side to make a place for his cock in her velvety wet body.
    As soon as he was seated, he bent down over her, and sweat dripped from holding back for so long. He settled into alternate short soft jabs, which morphed into the most powerful feeling of belonging that he’d ever felt any place. He wanted to laugh and yell at the same time, but not until he’d given her one more orgasm, she needed it and he damn sure needed her to keep needing him.
    He leaned over her, smashing his cock as deeply as possible and began licking and nibbling at her breasts. He loved feeling her fingers tangled in his hair and pulling down so his attentions didn’t stray from her breasts. He felt her pussy begin to throb and clench on his thickness, and blew out a breath of relief. He doubled the speed of his thrusts and she pushed up to meet his hips. He let go of his hold on the cum shooting from deep in his balls to fill her, as she yelled his name in her pleasure.
    He picked her up from the table still impaled on his softening cock, and walked to the bedroom of the small house. He laid her on the bed and went to fetch a damp face towel to clean her up so she would be able to sleep in comfort. His woman was crying, and he knew it was from the release of the stress she’d been under, but it didn’t set right with him to see tears fall from her beautiful eyes.
    He wiped her face from the tears that continued to fall and she put up a small protest when he rolled her to her back to part her thighs to clean her pretty little pussy and inner thighs, taking the thick combination of their juices from each pass of the damp cloth. He took the cloth back to the bathroom and made sure he was cleaned before re-joining her