The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need (16 page)
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Authors: Ella Goode
Tags: #mc romance, #erotic Romance, #Motorcycle Club Romance
Pippa
Judge smells like soap when he wakes me up. “Baby girl, I’m taking you home,” he whispers in my ear.
“Can’t I sleep here?” I hate the idea of moving. The bed is comfortable and the sheets smell like Judge and me. Not to mention now that my body is rousing, I feel the plug snug in my ass. I wiggle my butt experimentally and he swats it.
“No, I want to be alone with you. My kids shot off to Minneapolis tonight and the house is empty. I want you to sleep in my bed and wake up with me in the morning.”
Cautiously I roll over. His sleek hair looks two shades darker, wet, almost deep brown. The hair around his mouth and chin also look neatly trimmed. I reach up to stroke his jaw, enjoying the soft fluff around the severe planes of his chin and cheeks. There’s a curious light in his eyes that I can’t fully read. “I don’t think I can walk with this
thing
in my ass,” I admit.
His beautiful lips stretch into a wide smile. “I have no problem carrying you.”
“I’m not appearing in front of your club being carried,” I declare. If I intend to be around Judge for any length of time, I have to show I can walk beside him. I toss the covers aside and try to sit up. The plug is putting pressure on the walls of my sex and it’s making me tremble. “Can you at least let me take the plug out?” I beg.
If possible, his grin gets wider. “Not a fucking chance in hell.” He places a big hand on the middle of my chest and pushes me backward. “But I will suck your titties until you come.”
He leans over and takes in one nipple. His hand finds my drenched core and he slides two fingers inside me. The fullness stops my heart. If this is what it feels like with just his fingers, will I even be able to fit his large cock inside me?
“Shh, you’ll take me no problem,” he reassures me. “Up on your hands and knees.”
I move into the position and then peek behind me. He’s got his lower lip between his teeth and his hands are on either side of my ass. His eyes are glued on the base of the protruding plug. With someone else, I might have felt embarrassed but from the sheer look of admiration and want on his face, I’m not. I’m proud and really turned on.
He finally climbs on the bed behind me and turns the base of the plug. Even that little motion wrenches a sob from me. He hisses. Cold liquid coats my butt. His big hand spreads the lubrication between my thighs and around the base of the toy.
“Fuck me, baby, you are so goddamned beautiful.” He curses again as he pulls the plug out but before I can take another breath, he’s thrust himself past that tight barrier until the tip of him is lodged inside. “You okay?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes. It doesn’t hurt.”
Surprisingly it doesn’t. The plug did its work. While I slept, it opened me and prepared me for his invasion. Behind me I feel the tenseness of his body as he rigidly holds himself in check. It isn’t pain that I feel but a piercing pleasure so close to pain that the two emotions are almost inseparable.
He’s so big. I feel like he’s fucking more than my ass but my whole body. I’m surrounded by him. He’s inside me, around me, in my body, in my head. Everywhere.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take this slow. God
damn
you are tight. It’s real trust you’re giving me and I’m not going to abuse it.”
I’m not sure if the words are for me or for himself. But I don’t doubt for a minute that he would hurt me. In everything he’s shown me how caring he is, how attentive he is to my needs, how much he wants me to find pleasure more than anything. My last bit of resistance gives way, not just in my body but also in my heart. “I trust you,” I declare softly.
“Baby,” he growls. “You’ll never have cause to regret it.”
He sinks in deeper and deeper still until I feel his balls against me. I have a hard time maintaining balance and as if he knows, one large arm reaches around my waist and props me up. He fucks me gently, not fully pulling out, almost rocking against my ass.
Every thrust drives me a little crazier. He’s pushing me toward something, a release I’ve never experienced before. In my dim, foggy pleasure-filled mind, I hear his hoarse voice commanding me to take it, to take
him.
My mouth opens and out comes a long, keening sob. His big body shakes with something stronger than desire above me. I feel it course through his frame and then enter mine. With his one arm holding me up, his other hand reaches around to stroke and pet my clit. He pumps two fingers inside me and it’s too much.
I start panting, sobbing. “I can’t take it,” I cry.
“You can,” he orders roughly. “Because I’ll catch you when you fall.”
His words, the love in his voice, it really is
too much
but the unrelenting thrusting of his cock in my ass, his fingers inside my sex and I can’t do anything but give up. I collapse against the bed and allow the torrent of emotion and sensation to wash over me. To drown me. I open my mouth and he’s there. His body is covering me, his big hand in my hair twisting my head around and his tongue is plunging into me. I’m filled with him. There’s no part of me he’s not touching. And in that moment, at the height of pleasure I surrender.
The orgasm breaks me into tiny pieces that float with the air particles. There’s a roar in my head as if the heavens are rending into two and then there’s nothing but peace. At some point, Judge climbs off and rolls me over. He covers me with a sheet and disappears into the bathroom. When he returns it is with a warm washcloth and he proceeds to wash me everywhere. It’s the tenderest gesture I think I’ve ever received and tears prick my eyes.
He kisses me softly. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing,” I whimper. “I’m overwhelmed is all.”
“Me too.” He gives me a tired, but satisfied smile. He draws his thumb across my forehead. “I’ve never slept with anyone in my house since Wrecker’s mom died. I brought Chelsea’s mother home so that I could take care of Chels but I never had her there. Couldn’t do it. She wasn’t a real wife. The bed that I have is one that I bought about five years ago. Every other woman I’ve ever had was at her house or the club. I want to take you home and make love to you in my lonely bed. Will you let me do that?”
I bite my lip to keep the tears from gushing forth. “Yes, I’d like that.”
Judge helps me dress in a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt. I slide my feet into a pair of tennis shoes—all clothes from the extra suitcase Chelsea had packed for me. I still feel full even though the plug is out but I can’t wait for us to try again. He picks up the cut he’d placed on the dresser and holds it out to me. “You going to be my old lady, Pippa?”
It’s not really a question though. I nod and he slips the heavy leather vest over my shoulders. Taking my hand, he leads me out. Out of the bedroom, down into the main living space. We don’t pause to greet anyone. Instead, Judge announces to those who are within hearing distance. “I’m taking my old lady home tonight. Don’t bother calling for a couple of days. We’ll be busy.”
And with that we leave, me riding on the back of his bike, enjoying the wind whipping through my hair as I press tight to the president of the Death Lords. I may have daddy issues but I finally made the right choice when it came to a man.
Annie:
I've been the good girl too long. I don't drink, don't smoke, and live at home with my preacher father. The most daring thing I've ever done is work part-time at the library. Rule-breakers and lawless men aren't part of my world but not doing doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. And every fantasy I’ve ever had is promising to come true if I just take a chance.
Easy
:The moment I laid eyes on Annie, I knew she was the one for me and Michigan. We've been partners ever since we served and now we do everything together. And by everything I mean riding, drinking, and women. If we can get Annie on board, it'll be perfect. Not only do I have to convince Annie, though, I need to convince Michigan, too.
Michigan:
Easy seems to think sweet, delectable Annie's just going to fall into our laps. But my one experience with a preacher’s daughter left me scarred—emotionally and physically. A good girl like Annie wants to experience a little danger but she doesn’t want to live it and I’m not going all in unless this is for the long haul.
Three hearts are on a collision course. They will either be ruined or remade.
In the small town of Fortune, the Death Lords rule the roads. Come along for the ride.
THE MOTORCYCLE CLUBS • THE DEATH LORDS #3
The Motorcycle Clubs Series
His Wild Desire by Ella Goode
Off Limits by Ruby Dixon
Wanting It All by Kati Wilde
Her Secret Pleasure by Ella Goode
Packing Double by Ruby Dixon
Taking It All by Kati Wilde
Their Private Need by Ella Goode
Double Trouble by Ruby Dixon
Having It All by Kati Wilde
Coming Next
Their Private Need Part 2
Easy
“What do you think?” I ask Michigan as we watch the slim figure of Annie Bloom disappear inside her small cottage attached to the Methodist church.
“I think you were dropped on your head one too many times if you think Pastor Bloom’s virgin daughter is going to spread her legs for one of us, let alone get into a threesome.” Michigan’s glaring at me but I can’t keep a smile from breaking out because he wouldn’t be angry with me if he didn’t want her.
“I was hard the minute I laid eyes on her too.”
He grunts and climbs into the cage. Michigan broods during the short trip from the church to the clubhouse where we trade the four wheels for our preferred mode of transportation. His hog is a matte black lowrider with no front fairing and the Death Lords emblem custom stitched into the saddle. Mine’s a softail, powder-coated black with orange accents over the front fender and along the tank. My bike’s name is Amber Whiskey. That’s the name the Harley dealer told me the accent color was. It’s a shit name for the color orange but a damn good name for a bike.
“Package is safely delivered,” I report cheerfully to Judge, our club president.
“Take yourselves home then. Mash tomorrow,” he reminds me. “I’ve got other things to take care of. Prospect Handfield will be at the door. Let’s try to keep the jailbait out this time.”
“Got it.” I stick the phone in the front pocket of my jeans and signal Michigan that I’m ready to roll out.
My former Marine battle buddy has never been much of a talker but the entire evening is spent with him not uttering one word. After watching the Twins blow through two pitchers in as many hours, he surges angrily from the sofa during the seventh inning stretch and I hear the growl of his bike a few minutes later as he roars down the street.
I don’t have to follow him to know where he’s going. It’s where I want to be too. No, I correct myself, I don’t want to be sitting in the dark outside the parish house. I want to be inside, sliding Annie’s clothes off, kissing her small tits and moving down the thin belly to those long legs.
Opening my jeans, I take out my heavy erection and begin to stroke myself. I wonder what she smells like between her thighs. Her neck smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. It was pretty damn hard not to lick her right there in the library earlier today even under the watchful gaze of her boss, two toddlers and a bright-eyed teenager.
It was even harder to hide the massive erection that sprouted when she stood close, giving me recommendations of books she thought I might like. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d been sent by Judge to keep an eye on her boss and make sure the chief of police or the skinheads from up north didn’t ruffle a single red hair on Pippa Lang’s head.
But one look at her long legs under that frumpy prairie dress and I turned hard as a rock.
She’s the one
.
I don’t know if it was my dick or my head that called it out but I felt some unfamiliar pull toward her. She felt it too and she buzzed around the small library for the rest of the morning full of sexual anxiety. I’m not certain she knew what she was feeling. Her blush when I winked at her indicated her level of experience with men was pretty low.
That’s perfectly fine with me and it wasn’t a turnoff for Michigan either.
It’s not as if I can’t fuck without Michigan. I didn’t even know I liked sharing until I enlisted and was shipped off to the Philippines. Michigan, a six-foot brick house, was assigned as my battle buddy. He was quiet even then but formidable. I did the talking for both of us but he taught me a few things, like how giving a woman pleasure at the same time another man was taking her was a heady feeling.
