She giggled. Pussy liked the feel of her hands on his body. There was something electrifying about how she touched him. She was gentle, never rough. He wanted to show her how rough she could be with him. Pussy loved the feel of a woman’s nails raking the skin as she screamed in orgasm. In Chaos Bleeds he was the star of making a woman feel good.
“I wish I could see them. You feel like you work out. Do you?”
“I work out as much as I can.”
Her hands danced along his skin. “It must be nice.”
“What?”
“To be able to work out without fear of falling or bumping into things. It has been so long since I’ve felt like that.”
Turning around he saw the smile dancing across her lips.
“I can help you with that.”
“Is this another thing the club does? Feel sorry for other women who can’t do stuff themselves?” she asked.
“No, this is all me. I want you to feel good about yourself. You shouldn’t have to rely on anyone.”
The smile dropped from her lips again. “I don’t want to depend on anyone. It sucks. I always wish there was something more I could do.”
Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Baby, there’s always something you can do, and I’m going to be here to see that you do get the chance to do what you want. I hate people who hurt others.”
“I don’t want to talk about them anymore.”
“Good, because I don’t want to hear what any of those f**kers have to say about you. After today, Kenneth will never be able to touch you.”
Pussy didn’t care about his connection with Gonzalez. Anyone who hurt a woman and took away her sight was someone who needed to be taken out in Pussy’s book.
“You’re one of a kind,” she said.
“And I’ve not even gotten my mouth on your pu**y. You’re going to be a lucky woman soon,” he said, winking at her.
She chuckled, and she’d not even seen him wink.
“You’ve not had a lot to laugh about lately, have you?” he asked.
“No, I’ve not, but you’re about to change that for me.” Her hands were laid on his arms, waiting.
“Yes, I’m about to change all of that for you.” Tilting her head back, he stared at her face. The trust she showed him scared the shit out of him. She should be more cautious. He’d killed a lot of men, caused problems wherever he went, and done it all with a smile and in the name of the club. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the club.
Even as he looked at her and thought how she deserved a better man, he didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.
She whimpered but still didn’t pull away. Dropping his head down, he brushed his lips against hers. Sasha melted against him and he gave everything to her. Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he moaned, going in deep. He glided his tongue over hers, going as deep as he could for her to take as much of him as possible.
“You don’t have a clue what you’re doing to me, do you?” he asked, muttering the words against her lips.
Shaking her head, she ran her hands up his arms to band around his neck. Sliding his hands to her waist, he fingered the flesh that was revealed by her shirt being ridden up. She was soft against his hardness. Moaning, he licked along her lips then pressed kisses down her face to her neck. She moved her head to the side giving him better access to kiss her.
“You’re going to drive me insane,” he said, moaning. Her fingers tightened in the hair at the base of his neck.
Going under her shirt, he touched her skin and felt her shake beneath his touch.
She’s innocent. Take your time and go as slow as possible.
Closing his eyes, he tried to consider her innocence as he touched her.
Take her.
“Let me know if I’m going too fast for you,” he said.
“You’re not going fast enough, Pussy. Please, I ache all over again.” Sasha took over, pressing her lips to his. He was so close that she didn’t miss him as she kissed him back.
Wrapping his arms around her, he took her back until they were closer to the bed. He needed the flat surface in case he lost his mind and took her there in the center of the room.
“I’m going to take your shirt off,” he said.
In one sweep, he removed her shirt leaving her in a simple cotton bra. The underwear was unattractive, yet it didn’t detract from the beauty of her pale skin.
“What’s the matter? You stopped and didn’t say anything.”
“You’re beautiful. Your bra doesn’t do you justice, but it doesn’t matter.” He fingered the strap then ran the pads of his fingers across her chest to the top of her br**sts. “I’m honored that you’ve picked me.” He slid the strap of her bra down her arm.
He noticed the goosebumps that erupted all over her arms.
“Are you still with me?”
“Keep talking and I’m more than with you.”
Pussy chuckled.
Turning her around, he flicked the catch of her bra. “Don’t stop it from falling. I want to see your tits,” he said, whispering the words against her head.
“You really are sinful, aren’t you?”
“We’ve not even gotten started on the good stuff yet. Give me chance to show you how good I can make this.” He eased the bra off her arms and simply gasped. Her tits were everything he’d thought they would be. They were large and beautiful with tight red ni**les. Licking his lips, he reached out and cupped her breast. Sliding his thumb across the tip he watched her gasp. Her br**sts were sensitive to the slightest touch. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’ve got more exciting stuff to do to you.” Moving to the next breast, he circled the nipple. She pushed her chest out toward him, offering her body up for him to play with.
Feeling wicked, he claimed one of her ni**les with his lips, sucking the hard bud into his mouth.
She cried out. Her hands went to his arms with her nails sinking inside his flesh. Pinching the other breast, he stared up her body to see her response.
Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly. She looked amazed by what he was doing. Going to the second breast, he teased it as much as the first. With his free hand Pussy fingered the button of her jeans. Moving from one breast to the other, he took his time, loving her tits. Her tits deserved the time to be sucked, nibbled, and adored.