Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2) by Addison Jane Page A

the other reached between my legs and rubbed at my swollen clit. My fingers grazed against him as he slipped in and out, punishing my slick hole just like he said he would. But it felt so fucking good. One of the attractions of the club was its men. I wanted a man to be strong and powerful. I’d spent so much time watching out for myself, looking after myself, to be with someone who didn’t know how to stand up, take the lead and be a fucking man.
    My body began to ache, but it felt amazing. It was like I was running, sprinting toward the finish line. Every part of me cried out as I saw the end coming, knowing how good it would feel when I reached it.
    “Oh my God,” I moaned deeply as my whole body began to shudder. The wave of ecstasy hit me hard.
    Optimus lifted me and pressed my back against his chest, releasing my hair and wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me up as my legs threatened to give way. I threw my arms back and linked them behind the back of his neck, my eyes falling closed as he continued to slide in and out of, allowing me to ride the wave even longer.
    He nipped at my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he gave one last thrust and shot his release deep inside of me. I flinched at the pain, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck. He groaned, deep and animalistic before lapping at his bite mark and soothing the sting. I clung to him, relishing in having his body so close after not being with him for so long. He soon slipped out of me, the feeling causing my body to shudder. He laughed softly, his face still tucked into the crook of my neck.
    “Shower,” he grumbled.
    I smiled. “Give me a minute because we both know round two is gonna start as soon as we’re in that shower, and I’m just not sure if I can have another orgasm when I’m pretty sure this one hasn’t finished yet.” I squealed as I found myself being lifted off the floor and cradled in his arms.
    “I’m willing to test that theory.”

 
    As cliché as it sounds, it felt good to be in his arms. I’d missed the feel of his body over the last week. How he felt stretched out over me, how his calloused fingers and hands felt against my smooth skin. I giggled as his bristled chin found its way to my naked shoulder.
    “Good morning.” His voice was gruff and filled with sleep.
    “Shh.”
    “Why am I sushing?”
    “I have this theory that your boys can hear the sound of your voice from miles away. Sort of like a dog whistle.” His body shook with laughter and I couldn’t help but smile as warmness filled me. I know it wasn’t very often people got to see this Optimus. “I just know one of them is going to hear you and hunt you down, needing you to help with something that they could have done themselves.”
    “President’s job is never done.” His lips pressed to my skin and moved slowly from my shoulder to the center of my back. I shivered and my eyes fell closed.
    “Well, Mister President,” I breathed.
    “Mmm …” Optimus rolled me onto my stomach and straddled my back. His hands massaged at my muscles and I let out a light moan in delight. It was this Optimus that I cherished, the one who treated me like a queen. The one who wasn’t afraid to laugh and smile for fear of letting his guard down. This was the man I was falling for. Not the arrogant caveman that tried to control my every move. “Fuck, I could worship this body forever. It’s fucking perfect.”
    I laughed and wiggled as his hands palmed my ass cheeks, kneading them gently. “You’re supposed to be massaging, not copping a feel.” I giggled as I swatted at him. The flat tone of his laugh vibrated through my body.
    “It’s mine. I’ll do what I like with it.” He squeezed and I just knew that was going to bruise.
    “Well …” I started, but the objection ended quickly with a resonating slap. I screamed and my ass cheek burned. “Optimus!”
    A wet tongue soon soothed the sting. It slipped suspiciously close to my center