MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) (28 page)

Eagerly, I comply. Faintly thrusting
my hips, I rub my soaked sex on his leg, tenderly moaning against his lips.

“That’s it, come on, Sugar Tits. I
need you to keep moanin’.”

I can’t control it. I moan again, and my body begins
to shamelessly tremble.

Oh God.

My clit thrums with each pass, as it connects with
Big’s meaty thigh. I don’t know if I can take this. I’ve never felt anything
like this before.

Big keeps on talkin’. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ hot,
Sugar Tits. I can’t wait to fuck you. But I need you to keep on moanin’, baby.
I need to hear it. I’ve missed you so damn much. Do you know how much I’ve
missed you?” His bare chest brushes mine, and I nearly scream from
unsurmountable pleasure when my nipples come in contact with flesh.

He asks again, more demanding this time. “Do you?”

Jerking my head back, he possessively
covers my lips with his.

“Uh-huh,” I cry in my throat.

“Open your mouth for me baby,” he commands to my lips, and
I listen.

As soon as my lips part, Big delves his delicious
tongue inside. His leg thrusts upward, grinding harder into my pussy. I moan
into his mouth. He releases my hair, and his hand goes straight to my ass.
Digging his fingers into the flesh, he swirls his tongue with mine. He tastes
of mint and man. And
god,
I love
it.

Lost in the delirium of Big’s luscious tongue, our breathing becomes labored, as mouths devour each other, battling for ownership. My tongue collides with his, and he groans. Changing my game, I nip his tongue with my teeth, and he jabs his hips forward, his cock coating my leg in pre-come.

Sliding his hand between my ass cheeks, he grabs on
tight to one cheek, and I’m brought with him when he drops onto his back. He
pulls me on top. Straddling his hips, with his dick nestled against my core, I
sit up straight, completely exposed to him.

Big’s hands dig possessively into my
hips, while I try to catch my breath from our life-altering kiss. He seems
nearly unfazed.

Sweeping the tips of my fingers
across my swollen lips, I grin. “God,” I wispily whisper, “you can kiss.”

Big single dimple grins, amused, and shakes his head.
“No, Sugar Tits, it takes two. And you’re damn good.” His hands tighten on my
hips, and he moves my body up and back atop him as he undulates, gliding his
cock in and out of my pussy lips, coating his dick in my juices.

I lay my palms on his broad chest for support.

“No, touch those tits,” Big orders, increasing the
momentum of his thrusts.

With each pass of his cock on my clit, I jerk, my body
being driven higher and higher. My head lulls forward, and my eyes flutter
close from the intensity. He’s going to make me come.

“No,” he roughly growls, “open those eyes, and look at
me.”

I open them and stare into his sexually fogged
beauties. “That’s it,” he licks his bottom lip. “Now those tits,” he nods to
them, flicking his eyes to my hardened buds and back to my face. Jerking his
hips harder, he cements his order. I belt out a moan, unable to release his
chest in fear of withering into a puddle of bliss.

“Tits now!” he practically yells.

My eyes widen at his brashness, and
my hands go to my nipples. Screw the withering.

Big lifts my hips from his, and I help, using my shaky
legs for support. One of his hands release my hip, and he grabs a hold of his
throbbing cock. Positioning it beneath me, he slaps it to my wet pussy. The
loud noise echoes, and Pretzel barks from inside the bathroom, where Big has
locked him.

Swirling his meaty head to my sex, Big stops, and
places his dick to my hole. I tremble with anticipation above him.

“Nipples,” he demands, and I begin
rolling them between my fingers, instantly feeling the delicious sizzle
transfer to my pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he praises and
releases his cock, leaving it at the opening of my sex. Both of his hands go
back to my hips, and he presses me down, slowly, tortuously, my pussy expands
around his massive dick. Inch by agonizing inch, he guides me down his iron
rod, stretching my pussy to it fit his thick meat.

Shiiittt, this hurts so good.

I moan loudly, dropping my chin to my
chest, my eyes intently watching Big, as he sheathes himself inside. His eyes
flutter from the intensity, and he too groans. His forearms and biceps tighten.
The corded muscles of his neck bulge, as he tries to remain in control.

Big stops just before he’s seated fully inside, glances up locking eyes with mine, and he smiles. It’s one of those heart-stopping smiles that makes you instantly warm inside and out. I take in this moment to really understand the importance of this for us. But I don’t get long to relish in the beautiful vortex of Big because he says “I love you,” just as he forcefully thrusts upward, completely filling me and roaring out in pleasure, throwing his head back into the pillow.

I follow his sounds with ones of my
own, as I headily moan, feeling fuller than I’ve felt in my entire life. My
eyes briefly close, my pussy pulsing around his member, adjusting. I shiver
when a roll of delicious goose bumps travel down my spine, making my girl bits
and toes tingle.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his taut body
quaking below me.

Big’s hands fall to the wayside, and
he takes in a deep breath. “I’m gonna come, don’t fuckin’ move.”

I don’t move, but my pussy does. She
clamps hard around the beautiful member inside, forcing Big to growl for me to
stop.

“I don’t care if you do,” I sweetly
reassure.

Big’s eyes snap up to look at my face
like I’ve lost my damn mind. Then he quickly thrashes his head backward into
the pillow. Closing his eyes again, he fists his hands at his sides, turning
his knuckles white. I release my nipples and touch his chest with my palm for
support.

“No, don’t,” he weakly demands.

The cock in my pussy jerks.

“Please,” he begs.

I remove my hands and remain still.
“Big, talk to me,” I press.

“I can’t,” he shakes his head, sighing
in defeat.

His dick jumps again, and Big makes a
strangled noise in his throat, like he’s about to come but trying desperately
not to.

“If you touch me, I’m gonna nut in
that perfect pussy. If I look at that body, I’m gonna nut in that perfect
pussy. If I see my baby in your belly or think ‘bout it, I’m gonna blow a
truckload of my jizz into your perfect pussy. If you talk to me, I’m gonna lose
it, and I’m gonna come. I can’t fuckin’ come, Sugar Tits.”

Um… okay then.

He’s not done. “It’s been months since I’ve been inside you, and this is the best moment of my fuckin’ life. I can’t let it end just because I’m like a damn fifteen-year-old all over again and can’t keep my dick from exploding. Just give me a moment, please. And don’t fuckin’ move.”

My heart squeezes at this moment;
it’s sweet, adorable, and kind of funny. I give him a minute to control
himself. I remain perfectly still, aside from my pussy, which has a mind of her
own.

Minutes pass and Big expels a whoosh
of air in relief, and his taut body goes lax. Unclenching his hands, he rubs
his palms on my thighs that are astride him.

“I’m okay now,” he quietly mutters.
“Are you?”

I nod a loving grin and place my hands on his chest. Smoothing my hands over his pecs and down his ribs, my finger grazes the quote we were previously discussing.

“You were sitting with two kids on a
couch in the cancer ward,” he starts, and his hands move from rubbing my thighs
to my belly. He caresses in gentle circles, and his face turns from happy to
unbelievably gorgeous. His eyes become heavy, and he lazily smiles, watching
his fingers move along my tightly stretched skin.

I take it back; this is the most
beautiful I’ve ever seen him. He’s soft, happy, and gorgeous as ever. I commit
this moment to memory, place it in a box, tie it with a big red bow, and tuck
it away to savor later.

He contently sighs, “I watched you
read them
Alice in Wonderland,
and when a little girl spoke to you about the book and what that meant, you
told her that you can only move forward in life, and that you’re forever
changing. Who you were a year ago would never be the same person you would
become. It kind of stuck with me, that day, that quote, and how it pertains to
the feelings I have for you.”

My hand draws over the curvy lettering, committing it
to memory. I suddenly feel myself become shy. I can’t believe he remembered
that day and got a tattoo to represent it.

“How,” I croak a whisper, and clear my throat. “How
does that relate to your feelings?” I ask, my eyes concentrating on his rigid
abs.

Big’s finger tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his
eyes, and his hand returns to my belly. My stomach does a flip at our
closeness.

“Because most people could never
understand how I could have helped raise you and feel the way I do. I did what
I had to do when you were a kid, just for you. Steel was gone, and Lindy Sue
wanted no part of you. Gunz and I and the other brothers couldn’t let you fall
to the wayside; you’re family. So I took on the responsibility with open arms.
Gunz always looked at you as a daughter. And when it came to the more parental
things to handle, he did, if nobody else would.”

I nod, feeling my throat close with emotion. This
isn’t the best place to be talking about this, you know, with Big’s hardened
member resting inside me. But I’ll take it; if he wants to talk, I’ll listen.
Even if it raises emotions I never thought I’d have to endure -- deep,
heartfelt emotions that make it hard to breathe as they weigh on my chest,
consuming my heart.

“Gunz took care of the female things you needed a talkin’ to about, or he had the club whores, or old ladies do it.”

I nod again because he’s right. Gunz was the one who talked to me about my period and growing boobs after we bought my bras. He even talked to me about boys. Big’s only talk about boys was when he told me they were bad, and I should never touch one or he’d murder them. Gunz was a helluva lot more lax about it than that. It took me a long time to lose my virginity because of Big’s serious threats, but once I did, I kinda became a slut. And that’s nothing to brag about.

“Listen, Sugar Tits, I know this ain’t the time to be
talkin’ about this shit. But you asked, so I’m gonna tell ya. I didn’t think
I’d meet any female in my life that I could ever consider takin’ as an old
lady. Not after the shit that went down with my mom when I was a kid and the
way my pops treated women. I worried I’d be just like him, and I don’t trust
easily.”

I could see Big worrying about that. From what I hear,
Boss Man was more than an asshole to women. He even hit them if he saw fit. I’m
glad I never met him.

I don’t say a word and let Big continue, my eyes locked on his. “Fuckin’s one thing. Lovin’s different. You grew up, and my love for you as a child changed. I no longer had to play the friendly father-like figure, alongside Gunz, your pops, and the other brothers. I could be a friend. So I adjusted to that. Then you got older, and went from bein’ cute to beautiful to sexy. My feelings grew as you did. Just like the quote, I couldn’t go back to yesterday because I’m not the same person. And I’m not. You made me a better person. I learned what lovin’ someone completely feels like. Whether that sounds fuckin’ sick or not, it’s true.”

“When did you know?” I whisper,
interrupting him.

“That I was in love with you?”

“Yeah,” I shyly nod.

“In love?” he stops, and his eyes
shift to the side, as he falls deep in thought.

They return to my eyes, “I’d say when
you left for college, and I stopped seein’ ya as much. It hurt like hell, and
then I realized why. I mean, there were boyfriends and shit before that, which
pissed me off. But I didn’t know what the fuck that meant. Just because I’m a
grown ass man don’t mean I know a damn thing about feelings. I’m a guy. A guy
who refused to let anyone get close to him.”

My mouth goes dry, and my heart sputters. I take in a deep breath and hold it to control my own emotions. This is heavy. “Then why did you wanna claim me before you knew you loved me that way?” I think it’s a logical question.

He thrusts, and his cock slides out
of my pussy just slightly and back in. My fingers curl into fists, and I drop
my chin again, reveling in the delicious sensation as my lips expel a pleasured
groan.

“That’s why,” he claims, with his no
nonsense tone. “I knew from you growin’ up on the compound and in the clubhouse
that you’d make a perfect old lady. That, and you made my dick hard. So I knew
it would be a win-win for everyone.”

I glance up and draw in my brows,
scowling at him. “You wanted me because I made your dick hard?!” My right hand
takes on a mind of its own, as it smacks him hard on the stomach, and he
devilishly grins.
Asshole.

“What?” Still grinning, he chuckles. “What do you want me to do? Lie to ya? I’m bein’ honest here. Listen, Sugar Tits, you got hot when you were like fourteen. I took notice when the assholes in the club started takin’ notice and droolin’ over ya. Which had me and Gunz crackin’ some heads because of that shit.”

My mouth drops open. Big’s grin grows
wider, and his eyes mischievously dance. “When’d you know you wanted me in your
bed?” He turns the tables, and I close my mouth to sneer at him, curling my lips
over my teeth.

“I never knew that,” I clip, lying
right through my damn teeth.

He shakes his head, amused, “Yeah, ya
did.” He bucks his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me to fortify his
argument.

Accidently, I moan in pleasure when the head of his dick brushes my sensitive g-spot. I lift up on my legs to slide his dick almost all the way out of me and drop back down to fill myself with the most amazing cock ever, and get this fuckin’ started. I need to come, like now.