DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (32 page)

“You don’t have to repay the favour,” he said, looking down on me with a hint of a smile as my mouth moved downwards, following the tight line of his abs.

“But I want to,” I said, looking up at him, dropping to my knees as my mouth continued its downward path. I could feel the heat baking off his body against my flushed face. My hands struggled with his belt, shaking and confused with desire.

I wanted his cock in my mouth; I wanted to taste him all the way down my throat, to feel his hardness throbbing inside me. I wanted him in a way that I’d never wanted any other man, not even Jeremy in the beginning. It was like I was under some sort of spell, and the only thing that could break it was his cock against my tongue. I finally managed to undo his belt and yanked his pants down, his enormous cock popping out almost violently. My hands braced against his strong thighs as I rethought my plan; he was just so
big,
I was afraid to try and take him…

A shiny dot of precum stood out on the swollen head, and I leaned forward, licking it tentatively, tasting him flow down my throat as I circled the rim slowly. My hand held the base as I sucked at the head, preparing myself for more; I let my tongue run up and down the length of the shaft, first the underside and then the sides, feeling him throb in my fist, his hands burying themselves in my hair.

“Gabriella,” he grunted, his cock growing even harder as I teased it, afraid to try and take it all in. I wrapped my mouth once more around the head and began to slowly inch myself forward, feeling my cheeks puff out as my mouth tried to wrap around his massive girth, my airways already constricted.

My body began to panic slightly, as though I was being suffocated, and my eyes watered as I slowly moved further down his shaft. His hand in my hair clenched, pulling gently on the strands, a gentle pressure moving me further forward. I felt myself beginning to shake, my nose desperately trying to take in as much air as possible as his cock hit the back of my throat.

I willed myself not to gag, but it was inevitable as his cock pressed further down my throat. My hand released the base and came to his thighs once more as I tried to keep myself from falling over, my body fighting between desire and panic as he increased his grip on my head and began to thrust his hips gently against my mouth.

I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe, could barely keep my eyes open as he began to thrust harder against me, my throat massaging his cock as he drove it into me. I could taste more of his pre-cum sliding down my throat as I knelt helplessly before him, the feel of his cock savagely fucking my throat only heightening my arousal.

But I could only take so much before needing to come up for air, and pushed myself backwards. His hands released their grip and I gasped for air, saliva dripping from his cock as my hand stroked him from base to tip. Moments later, my mouth had found the head once more and I was letting my tongue stroke every inch of it, circling the rim and lapping at the tip as my hand stroked him up and down.

“Yeah, suck my cock, baby,” Reign moaned, and when I looked up at him I saw nothing but desire in his eyes. Inspired, I took him further in my mouth once more, my head now bobbing up and down on his cock quickly, my tongue rolling across the bottom of his shaft, tickling the sensitive vein there.

He groaned and pulled my head forward once more, deep throating me again as I clutched his thighs and struggled to breathe, the throbbing warmth of him in my raw throat making me hornier and hornier with each thrust. As though unable to control himself, he was fucking my throat harder than ever, his breathing rapid and shallow. I closed my eyes and let him pulse into me, his grip on my head inescapable.

And then, suddenly, I was airborne; with a shock of sudden air to my lungs, he pulled himself out of my mouth and reached down, lifting me as though I were a twiggy supermodel and seating me on the saddle of the bike. His hands wrapped around my waist, while mine instinctively clasped around his neck.

“I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve,” he growled, the words vaguely threatening – but mostly just driving me crazy with desire. I wanted him to fuck me any way he wanted. I wanted to be his sex toy, his pleasure doll, his slave.

His cock pressed against my dripping slit, and I moaned even before he entered me, my pussy clenching in anticipation. He slowly pressed forward, his cock tearing into me, ripping me in two as I cried out in pleasure.

Reign lifted me slightly, his hands around my ass, as he entered me all the way, his cock disappearing inside my grateful slit, my hands around his neck digging into his flesh as my lips parted further for him. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking around him and holding him in place deep inside me. He began to thrust his hips into me slowly, his cock diving deeper and deeper.

I groaned as he sped up, fucking me harder, his cock hitting every tender place inside me, each stroke inspiring shimmering explosions of pleasure inside me.

“Yes, Reign, yes, fuck me, please, fuck me,” I moaned, barely able to take it as his cock slammed into me, giving my pussy the only thing it wanted, my whole life reduced to a pinprick of ecstasy that grew and grew with each thrust. It was all I wanted, forever, this, his cock in me, filling me entirely, massaging my pussy with its hugeness, driving me closer and closer to the edge…

A rush of warmth took hold of my veins, and I felt my toes curling tight to my feet, as though struck with paralysis. Reign moved slightly, his knees bending, and I felt his cock slipping into my pussy from a new angle, suddenly falling into place, pressing against something inside me that buzzed and vibrated with pleasure.

A wave swelled inside me as he slammed his body against mine again and again, hitting that spot inside me over and over, my eyes popping open in delirious wonder as my body seemed to set fire all at once, a need more powerful than anything I’d ever felt rising inside me, a desperate need that only grew with each thrust.

My mouth opened in a silent cry as he pulled me closer and slammed into me once more, a snapping sensation in my brain as the wave broke and cooled the fire in my body, a steaming mist of bliss suddenly releasing inside me as I came violently against him. My pussy squeezed around his cock, sucking it further inwards, my legs clenched around him painfully as my muscles contracted, head to toe, the world swimming before my eyes as I came and came for what felt like a thousand years.

When finally I came back down to earth, I was sitting on the saddle once more, Boon still inside me, now pausing and panting and looking down at me with that cocky smile – he pulsed inside me gently, still rock hard. I couldn’t take it anymore, though, my being totally ripped apart by the pleasure he’d already given me. I wanted to taste him once more, and this time I wanted to taste all of him, every last drop. I pushed him away, his cock popping out of me with a wet slurp. Sliding from the seat and kneeling before him once again, I looked up pleadingly.

“Will you come in my mouth?” I asked, knowing that it wouldn’t be a hard thing to get him to accept. His hands returned to my hair.

“Only if you swallow every drop,” he said, his voice dripping with sex. I nodded, all too eager.
Who are you, even,
I wondered vaguely. When did I become the sort of girl who’d beg to swallow someone’s cum? It didn’t matter; I fucking loved it.

Taking his cock in my mouth once more, I could taste myself on his shaft, my juices making it glisten in the moonlight. He moaned and pulled my head forward until my nose hit his stomach, his entire length throbbing in my throat once more, already raw from the first time but happily accepting more.

I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as he thrust inside me once more, his demanding grip on my hair holding me in place as he fucked my mouth. I could feel his cock straining, and as my hands came to rest on his thighs I felt the muscles there shifting and tensing. I looked up at him, his mouth set in a snarl that somehow managed to make him even sexier.

“Fuck, Gabriella,” he growled, and his grip increased even more, his thrusting deeper and faster, my throat clenching in a panic around him, my eyes running with tears as he pistoned into my throat.

I heard the audible slap of his balls against my chin as he tore into me, his thighs releasing in a sudden ripple, my throat gagging as the first of his warm, wet cum hit the back of my throat. I struggled to swallow; he pulled out slightly as the second spurt filled my mouth and I swallowed, feeling it burn my raw throat in the best way.

Burst after burst of warm cum filled my mouth and disappeared down my throat, musky and salty and strangely satisfying. As his cock shuddered and released the final stream of his seed, I leaned back and let it roll across my tongue for a moment before gulping it down.

“Holy shit,” Reign said, his body crumpling slightly. He reached down and pulled his pants up, then knelt down beside me. I was too overwhelmed and exhausted to do much beside sit back on my haunches, not caring a bit about the sand that was getting everywhere.

“You know, you’re really something else,” he said, staring right into my eyes with a strange look. It seemed…vulnerable? I could only shrug and smile.

“I…I’m just me. I’m just a girl. A silly girl,” I said. Reign sat down beside me, his hand tracing up my side, his eyes following his hand. He seemed like he was seeing a woman for the first time in his life and couldn’t believe that I actually existed.

“You’re…well, just don’t sell yourself short,” he finally said after a long moment, his eyes coming to rest on mine. I blushed; the way he was looking at me was not unlike the way a starving man might look at a mega-loaded club sandwich. I looked up at the sky, my heart feeling stranger and stranger the more we maintained eye contact.

“Look at all those stars,” I said with a sigh, my flesh contended, my soul not gripped with anxiety for the first time in a long time. Reign was silent. After a minute, I looked back at him. He was still looking at me.

“Yeah, just look at ‘em,” he said, but he never took his eyes from mine.

T
ell me about yourself
,
he’d said.

There’s not much to tell,
she’d said. And he’d pulled her closer.

Of course there is. There’s, what, 25 years to tell me about?

Nice guess, but I’m 27,
she’d said with a laugh. The sand had been prickly but warm and soft underneath them.

Even better. Two more years to tell me about,
he’d said. She’d giggled. He liked that sound.

Well, my mom was Italian and my dad was Puerto-Rican…

And so she’d talked. For a long time, but not long enough, in his opinion. He wanted to hear every detail. He wanted to know the color of the dress she’d worn on her first day of grade school. He wanted to know the first concert she ever went to. He wanted to know the name of her kindergarten crush, the color of her college roommate’s hair, how she liked her coffee.

He didn’t know why he wanted to know all those things, but he did. He was hungry for them. Starving, in fact. Desperate like a mutt gnawing scraps from a bone. Her black hair spread across the sand like gleaming ribbons in the moonlight. It reminded him of a poem he’d heard once, a long time ago.
Look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

It was getting colder as she spoke, and her voice was drifting, downward, as though she were on the verge of sleep. He would have slept there with her, covered her with his cut and kept her warm until the morning sun washed the valley in blazing heat. He would have slept with her anywhere. A gas station bathroom, the back of a truck, a jail cell, anywhere, he would have held her and listened to her breathe and slept beside her through the whole long night.

But why sleep on the ground when he had a king-size bed waiting for them in his room?

And so that was where he brought her, both their bodies spent and aching from their ecstasies on the sand. And now she was sleeping beside him, and he was awake, staring into the darkness of the room and wondering about her dreams.

You’re going down the rabbit hole,
his mind said, a warning. He didn’t care. He wasn’t afraid. He could deal with this like he’d dealt with everything else in his life. His way.

Well, not everything else in his life…

He didn’t want to think about that now, though. Not with her in his bed. He didn’t want any memories sullying his bed when she was in it.

Besides, memories were just memories, they couldn’t hurt him anymore. They weren’t his father’s fists. They weren’t his sisters’ tears. They were just figments, ghosts, spectres.

Or, they would be that, as long as she didn’t ask any questions, and he didn’t have to give any answers. But she would ask questions. Of course she would. She was smart, lively, he could see it in her eyes, her desire to know more and more about everything around her. She’d listened to him talk about the club, about his life, but soon she would want to hear everything.

And he wasn’t ready to talk about it. If he lived a million years he wouldn’t be ready to talk about it. He shut his eyes, the darkness of the room suddenly feeling heavy, cloying. It was only darker with his eyes shut. The darkness wasn’t in the room, it was inside him.

He sighed and rolled over, reaching out to latch onto her soft, plush hip.
She can’t stay here,
he thought.
She’s too good for this place.

The thought made him want to scream. He finally had this…this…whatever this was. This thing that he didn’t know he’d needed. But he couldn’t keep it. He couldn’t keep her. She was too pure, too smart, too good for the club. Too good to spend her life like Honey, or like the other old ladies, who waited through long nights with their hearts in a vice because they didn’t know if their men would ever come home.

But he couldn’t go with her. This was his home. His life. His whole life. He was next in line. He couldn’t leave the club, his family. The poem came to his mind once more.

But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand

As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;

And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,

(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)

Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

Reign was tired. He wanted to sleep. But he couldn’t. Reign, the man who would sleep anywhere, anytime, couldn’t sleep. Because when he woke up, it’d be morning, and he’d be one day closer to losing her.