Bowser (Dragon Riders MC Book 2), page 11
She gasped. “I—I, uh…”
I slid in another inch. “Yes, gorgeous?”
“Shit,” she hissed.
I slid half my cock inside her. “Sure you don’t want to ask?”
And when she bucked her hips, swallowing the rest of my cock whole, my eyes bulged.
“Good Christ,” I groaned.
“Fuck me. Now.”
I planted my hands against the mattress and swiveled my hips. Her eyes rolled back, and her cheeks flushed as I worked her slowly, easing open her tight little pussy. I bent her knees all the way to her chest, her stomach cushioning me as I settled against her. I kissed the tip of her nose. Her juices dripped down my balls already. But when her body finally released and the last inch of me slid in, her eyes whipped open.
While soft curses fell from my lips.
“Holy hell, Hope. The fuck you been hiding from the world?”
Her arms wrapped around me. “I need more. Please. Do something.”
I slowly inched my way out and slid back in, feeling her quiver around me. Her pussy walls coated me in a scent I never wanted to leave behind. I drew in deep breaths. I already felt my damn balls ready to release. But I stilled myself. I hovered above her.
And after I gathered myself, I slammed back into her.
“Bowser!”
I growled. “There we go.”
I pumped myself inside of her, watching as her body darted around.
“Oh, holy shit. Yes. Just like that. Harder. Please, Bowser. I’ll do anything. Anything. Any—shit!”
I pounded against her so hard the headboard banged against the wall. Her tits jiggled and I reached down, sucking one of her nipples between my teeth. I flicked my tongue over them, feeling her shiver and shake beneath me. And just when I felt her walls collapsing around me, I pulled out.
Much to her dismay.
“No, no, no. I was so close. Damn it, Bowser.”
I chuckled. “Hold on. Let me explore you a bit.”
I backed away and gripped her ankles, flipping her over in a flash. She squealed and giggled before raising her ass in the air for me, and I gave it a playful smack. She gasped with shock before I delivered another soft blow, watching her thick cheeks jiggle for me. I spread them wide, watching her asshole glisten for me with juices I had pulled from her.
“Another time,” I whispered.
I scooted between her legs and slid myself right back in. I gripped her hair, pressing her cheek against the pillow as her hips seated themselves against my pelvis. I pulled back and charged in, watching her entire body lunge for me. And as I fucked her senseless, eager growls fell from my lips.
“That’s it. Come for me. Wrap around my dick and milk me, Hope. You can do it.”
“Oh, yeeeeah.”
“Come on.”
“So cloooose.”
“You can do it.”
“Bowser! Yes!”
“There it is!”
I pushed myself into her, feeling the whole of her pussy collapse around me. Her hips bottomed out and she plummeted to the bed, stalling out my own orgasm as she whimpered and groaned. I watched her juices pour out over the bed. I smiled to myself as I dipped down, kissing her reddened ass cheeks. She was the epitome of beauty. A wild mess I wanted to keep in my bed so long as she’d stay there.
It was my turn, though.
And I knew exactly how I wanted her.
“Come on. Come here,” I grunted.
“I can’t. I can’t, Bowser. It’s—you’re—”
I grinned. “You can do it. I know you’ve got one more for me. Come here, gorgeous.”
I gathered her in my arms and flopped myself around, my back falling against the headboard. I positioned her on my lap, my thick dick pressing between her soaking wet pussy lips. Her shaking arms fell around my neck. Her cheek pressed against my shoulder. I felt how weak I had made her, and pride filled my chest.
But it was my turn.
And I wasn’t falling asleep without marking her as my own.
“Bowser,” she whispered.
I kissed the shell of her ear. “Let me in, Hope. Just one last time.”
She shifted her hips and my dick popped in, making her moan as I grunted.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she breathed.
My hands wandered her back. “Me, too. I understand completely.”
“I want more. But I can’t move.”
I chuckled, gripping her ass. “Then, let me do all the moving.”
I rolled against her, moving her body as I wanted. And with every stroke, I felt myself caving to her. With her body pressed against my chest and her lips softly kissing my neck, I knew it wouldn't be long before I filled her to the brim. I couldn't remember the last time I’d felt like this. When I let a woman sweep me under and completely occupy the empty spaces of my mind. But somehow, Hope had wiggled her way in there.
And refused to let me go.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered.
“That’s it. Right there, Bowser.”
Her body came alive as she swiveled her hips.
“There’s my girl. There you are,” I groaned.
She sat up, gazing into my eyes. “Oh, Bowser. You feel too good to give up.”
I captured her lips and swallowed her sounds before I said something I’d regret. Because every single part of me wanted to blurt out words that neither of us were prepared to say yet.
Her body bounced and my hips thrusted. My fingertips dug into her ass cheeks, rolling her closer as my curls teased her clit. She grinded and bucked. Swiveled and pulsed. And as her soft kisses became hungry against my neck and my shoulder, I lost myself in her.
I lost myself in Hope.
“Oh, fuck. So close. Holy shit. Hope. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”
“Fill me up, Bowser. Make me yours.”
I growled. “Mine. You're mine. Do you hear me? No one else’s. Ever.”
She kissed my ear. “Yours. As long as you want me.”
And with those words, my balls pulled up.
“Holy… fuuuuuck.”
Arousal shot from the tip of my dick. I filled her to the brim as her pussy milked me. Her teeth bit into my shoulder as I held her close, stuffing her full of me. My toes curled. My legs tensed. Even my back froze up as she laid there against me. I couldn't call out her name because the pleasure overwhelmed my ability to do anything. Say anything. Feel anything.
Except her.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Oh—God,” I choked out.
And the last thing I remembered was collapsing onto the bed with her in my arms. My cock, still sheathed within her as the world faded into nothingness.
14
Hope
My eyes fell open, and the pleasant ache that radiated around in my body made me smile. Something warm and tough was against my stomach, pulling me closer as I shifted. My inner thighs were crusted with evidence. My nipples already puckered despite how sore they were. And as Bowser’s hand splayed against my stomach, there was something rock hard against my back.
Giving me an idea that made me smile.
I shifted my heavy head and looked at the bedside clock. Holy shit. Why in the world was I wide awake at four in the morning? I tried to scoot away from Bowser and reach for my melted glass of ice, but his grip was strong. The more I shifted, the more he shifted with me. And the further away I got, the stronger his hold became.
But I finally slithered out of his grasp.
He groaned and rolled over onto his back, his arm falling over his eyes. I smiled up at him before I hunkered down beneath the covers with my scent hitting me right on my face. He still smelled like me, and it turned me on. My nipples puckered harder and I already felt my sore pussy ready for yet another round. I peeked through the hole in the comforter I had created, watching his chiseled chest rise and fall. Watching his rippling abs lay themselves out for me like a tantalizing dish.
I had something else I wanted to do, though.
Something I had wanted to do for a while now.
I lapped my tongue up his rigid cock and his hips softly bucked. I giggled as I sucked the tip of his hard dick between my teeth, causing him to shift. His arm fell away from his face. He sighed before he licked his lips. And after drawing in a deep breath, I opened the back of my throat.
Taking him all the way down.
“Mmph,” he grunted.
I slid my hands up his sides, my fingertips rumbling over his muscles.
“What the…?” he asked sleepily.
I closed my throat and hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him as hard as I could. He grunted and growled as his hands slid beneath the blankets, swatting at whatever was happening. I giggled around his girth. I lapped my tongue down the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick. His hand fell into my hair and he patted my face, as if he were trying to see with his hands.
Then, one of his eyes opened.
“Hello down there,” he murmured.
I smiled before I slurped his cock from base to tip.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“Morning,” I murmured with my mouth full.
He fisted my hair at that comment.
He pumped my lips up and down his cock as his hips bucked wildly. With his voice husky from sleep and his movements sloppy from tiredness, my spit dribbled down his balls. I wrapped my arms around his thighs. His muscles undulated beneath his skin. I gagged around his cock, causing him to groan as his hips stuttered. His cock throbbed. Grew. Pulsed against my teeth. And as I opened the back of my throat, he slid all the way down.
Dumping himself into my stomach.
“That’s it. That’s it. Oh, shit. Damn it. God. Hope, take it all. Swallow that shit like a good girl.”
The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end as his words filled the caverns of my ears.
He tugged on my hair, pulling my lips away from his cock. He kept tugging until I was all the way up his body and staring into his eyes. I collapsed on top of him as he released my hair. He cloaked my back with his arms and brought his lips to mine.
Then, he rolled me over. His tongue falling across the roof of my mouth as I clung to him.
“I think it’s time we get cleaned up, don’t you?” I asked.
His eyes found mine and fire burst behind them. He slid off the bed and gathered me into his arms, heading straight for the shower. He set me down onto my feet before turning on the hot water. Steam enveloped us as it battered against my skin, relaxing me and washing away our crusted lust for one another. He grinned as he stepped in. He pulled the curtain closed, blocking us off from the rest of the world.
And when he grabbed a washcloth, I leaned my head against his chest.
Bubbles swirled against my back as he washed me down. I nuzzled against him, listening to his beating heart as my ear pressed against the sound. He washed my sore ass cheeks. He turned me around and washed the front of my body. He paid great attention to my breasts as bubbles burst against my nipples, causing me to gasp because they were so damn sensitive. His lips peppered kisses along my shoulder. He washed between my thighs, teasing my clit with the warm cloth he had in his hand.
It all hurt so good. And for some reason, I still wasn’t full up on him yet.
“Bowser?”
“Hmmm?”
I turned to face him. “Can I wash you?”
He paused. “Do you want to?”
I took the washcloth from him. “Oh, yes.”
“Then, by all means, gorgeous.”
I ran the washcloth along the dip in his chest, following the rise and fall of his muscles. Bubbles dripped down his abs, following lines I wanted to trace with my own tongue. I ran the washcloth over his shoulders, watching the white soap contrast his tanned skin. It rumbled over his biceps. His triceps. It ran over the taper of his waist before I reached down for his cock, which was already at half-mast yet again. I giggled as I washed down his thighs. They jumped with every soft touch of my fingertips against his skin. And after I was done, I tossed the washcloth over my shoulder.
Before he gripped my hips.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
I barked with laughter. “Pretty sure we’re on round four or five at this point.”
He hoisted me against the wall. “Semantics.”
I clung to him as he pinned me against the wet tiles, with water battering against both of our bodies. The steam surrounded us, cloaking us off from the room and giving us our own little moment. I captured his lips softly as his cock searched for my entrance. I rolled my hips, coaxing him inside me as both of us groaned together.
Then slowly, he worked my pussy open again.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed.
“So good to me,” he murmured.
I kissed his cheek. “Stay like that. Nice and slow.”
“Mmm, anything for you.”
Our lips found one another, and our tongues danced. My heart jumped in my chest, quickly giving way to this brute of a man in front of me. I locked my legs around him, my clit swelling for him. My body came alive and my soul took flight with every peck of his lips against my own. My head fell back against the wall. He kissed down my neck, sucking in patches of skin that I knew would be red and black by the time we were done. My pussy jumped. His cock pulsed. Our intertwined bodies raced toward the edge as his cock dove in and out of my depths.
“Oh, this won’t take long,” I gasped.
“You and me both,” he grunted.
Soon, the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the shower. I raked my nails down his back, feeling his muscles working for my pleasure. It stole my breath away. I couldn’t even call out his name as my body approached its end. His face fell into my cleavage, resting there as his hips pounded against mine. Dragging my orgasm kicking and screaming out of my body.
“It hurts—so good,” I choked out.
But all he could muster was a hoarse growl before we both fell over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“Damn it. My balls. Oh, God. Hope, you’re perfect. You’re too damn perfect.”
I trembled against him. I collapsed, allowing the pain and the pleasure to wash over me. My eyes rolled back, and my heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him closer as he bit into the meat of my breasts. I gasped for air as my pussy pushed his cock out. Our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs as Bowser slowly slid down, planting his knees against the bottom of the tub.
While I straddled him. Clinging to any part of him he’d let me have.
“Holy fucking hell,” he said breathlessly.
I coughed. “I don’t think my body can handle anymore.”
He shifted himself so he was laying in the tub with me on top of him.
“Yeah. I’m done. My balls are good for the next century.”
I snickered. “You mean for the next day.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Probably.”
I giggled. “Can we just lay here for a while? Until the water runs cold?”
“We can lay here as long as you like, gorgeous.”
I love it when he calls me that.
I didn’t know how long we laid there or how long he held me. All I knew was that the second the water became lukewarm, he shifted. My sleepy eyes opened, and I slid off his body, but that didn’t stop him from helping me out of the tub.
“Here. This’ll help dry you off,” he said.
And pretty soon, I had a towel wrapped around my shoulder.
My hair was dripping wet and smelled phenomenal, but I hadn’t washed it. I ran my fingers through it, and it felt soft, like conditioner had been there. But I hadn’t done it myself. As I sat on the edge of the bed and dried myself off with a towel, I watched Bowser stand at the sink. He had his razor out and shaving cream already on his face. And when he caught my stare in the mirror, he winked at me.
He washed my hair while I slept.
“Not coming back to bed, I take it?” I asked.
He ran the razor over his neck. “Nope. It’s almost six in the morning, and I gotta meet up with the guys in an hour.”
I squeezed my hair out. “Sure you don’t want to cuddle for a bit?”
He chuckled. “You know if we do that, it’ll lead to two hours of aerobics neither of us can stand right now.”
“I mean, I’m up for it if you are.”
“You’re gonna kill me, woman.”
I smiled. “In all the best ways.”
He snickered. “You’re more than welcome to lay down and catch a nap. You’ll probably be up right around lunch, so I’ll leave you some cash to—”
“You know I’ve got my own money, right?”
He paused his shaving. “Is it on a card? Or cash?”
“Card. I think, at least. I know I don’t have cash on me.”
“Then, I’ll give you some. Because cards can be tracked.”
I hadn’t thought about that.
I curled back up into bed while I watched him get ready for his day. The sun barely started cresting over the horizon as he slipped his boots on and put his arms through his leather jacket. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Such a wonderfully handsome man, and kind to boot. I’d never had someone like him attracted to me before. I’d never had a man like him drawn to me the way I was drawn to him.
I wondered how long it would last.
“All right, I’m leaving you forty bucks beside the television. Get whatever you want for lunch or whenever you get hungry. And don’t worry about me, I’ll grab something at the bar.”
I shot up. “You're going back to the bar?”
He chuckled. “Yep. That’s the hub for all of this right now.”
“Are you… going to talk to anyone?”
He grinned at me. “Someone jealous?”
I shrugged. “What if I am?”
He slid his wallet back into his pocket. “I think it’s cute.”
“Well, I think it sucks.”
He walked over and kissed my cheek. “The woman you saw me talking to last night is Slash.”
“Hell of a name for a woman.”
“She’s a hell of a woman.”
“Uh, thanks?”
He snickered. “She’s the president of an all-girl’s crew out here. The Red Pythons.”
