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Spin
I’m awoken from a delicious-sounding moan and sweet, sweet grinding on my stiff cock. Fuck. I must be dreaming again. This is too good to be true. Soft lips meet mine when a groan escapes me, my hands moving to Naomi’s wide hips and griping them tightly. Double fuck. I want inside her.
She pulls away, one hand shifting behind my head to tilt it while her other hand grips my jaw. Her breast is placed to my mouth and she moans. “Suck it.” They’re wet, leaking again, and I’m ready to come in my boxers for a third time in twenty-four hours. Doing as I’m told, my tongue eagerly laps at her hard nipple, stroking the point and tasting her. I’ve never had a lactating fetish before, but she’s brought something new out in me, and I swear she craves it as badly as I do.
How can this woman I’ve barely met have such an effect on me? She was already the star in my dreams tonight, as well as my thoughts all day, and now this? I’m in heaven.
My lips latch onto her breast, drawing deeply enough to pull her milk into my mouth. The sensation has her body vibrating as she moans louder. Her pussy continues to slide up and down my long shaft, my vision flickering with bright flashes of bliss. She’s soaked down south too, her wetness making my boxers stick to my flesh.
“I need inside your pussy, doll, or else I’m going to come in my boxers,” I manage to rasp before her opposite nipple is thrust into my mouth, effectively shutting me up. I’ll happily stop talking if it means I get to play with her gorgeous tits.
Impatient to please her, I immediately begin suckling, using one hand to gently massage her breast at the same time I indulge in her sweetness. Her dainty hand leaves my chin to slide between our bodies. She shoves my underwear down, and in the next beat, she has her panties slid to the side while she glides her cunt over my cock. It feels dirty and naughty and absolutely right. I’m not a small man by any means, which she quickly discovers when she pauses halfway down to draw in a gasp. It’s another thing I’ve always had to worry about, being bigger than average and hurting women. I want to bring pleasure, not pain, and a big cock isn’t always as great as it’s cracked up to be. I’ve had issues not being able to fit it into an especially snug cunt before, and I was mortified. Thank fuck I was decent with my tongue.
Swallowing my mouth full of breast milk, I turn away and check in with her. “You okay, Little Momma?”
“Y-you’re huge. I’m not trying to build your ego up but you seriously have a big dick.”
“I know, beautiful. Take your time. Let yourself adjust to it before you move and hurt your little pussy.” One hand moves to her ass, squeezing before my fingers trail under her panties to rub against her ass. My other hand continues to pluck at her nipple, relishing in the milk leaking down her breasts. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I hope you realize that. You’re beyond what I was imagining all day today.”
“Oh, Spin.” She squirms, shifting up, then slamming her hips down. She cries out loudly, making me sit up in a rush to pull her body to my chest and comfort her. I don’t want her hurt, by me or anything else.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. I got you.” My hand leaves her breast to stroke her hair and back while the other grips her ass cheek tight enough she can’t move. “Shh. I got you,” I repeat while she draws in a deep soothing breath, then exhales. “We’ve got forever, Naomi, so take all the time you need. Your pussy feels like straight heaven just resting my cock inside. Makes me think of warm, silky, fluffy clouds.”
“A good thing, I take it?” She finally sounds normal, if not a little breathy.
“Hell yeah. The best. I wish I could explain it to you better, but it’s the best I’ve ever felt. Never had pregnant pussy before... unless it’s just you. I’m crazy over you.”
“Never?”
“Nah, I haven’t been with many women,” I admit, feeling a bit embarrassed about it for some reason. I’ve been around men who’ve basically slept their way through a continent, bragging about it constantly, but that’s never been me. Not to mention, my looks have turned women away—I’m assuming so, anyhow. Women don’t want an intimidating man that doesn’t fit into the basic mold of Joe-Shmoo down the road.
“That only makes me want you even more.”
My chest rumbles with satisfaction. She likes the fact I haven’t been with many others, and she’s riding my cock right now? I must be doing something right. But then again, it is dark and the middle of the night, maybe she kept the lights off on purpose. “Yeah? It doesn’t seem odd since I’m closing in on forty?”
She shakes her head, leaning in to press her lips to mine. We slowly rock together, me making her go slow so she doesn’t hurt herself again. I swear she did that shit on purpose to test me, to see how I’d react. I’d never rush her or force her to be in any discomfort, though. She holds the reins completely. I don’t care what any guy claims—we can always stop and we can always wait, no questions asked. If a man isn’t willing to do that, he’s the wrong type of man. Women deserve to be respected and coveted, whether it’s the first night I’m meeting her or the hundredth.
“I had to feel your cock inside me or else I was going to come from you milking me.”
Fuck. My cock pulses at her choice of words. She may be a sweet little thing in the daylight, but she’s a freak in the sheets, and I’m loving every minute of it. “You and me both, beautiful. How you feeling? Your pussy hurting too badly?” She’s drenched my cock, so she must be feeling better.
“Oh, Spin, it’s so good. I want to bounce on your dick. Can I?”
“Of course. You never have to ask. It’s all yours, Naomi.” And I mean every word. It’s hers—I’m hers. I’m such a goner and have no idea how it could’ve ever happened so fast. I still can’t believe this is real, that Naomi is this perfect for me.
Lying back again, I grasp her breast in my left hand once more while she begins to move. Naomi rides my length like a damn stripper pole, making me gasp with each tight stroke. There’s no way I’ll last long like this, so I do the only thing I can think of to even the playing field a bit. My hand slides to her ass crease, finding her back entrance. She draws in a swift breath when the tip of my finger toys with her opening. Moaning loudly, her pussy gushes fresh wetness, strangling my cock, and I know she’s about to let go.
On her next downward stroke, my middle finger slides in her backdoor in one long stroke. She screams, “Spin!” long and loud as she comes, the sounds and sensations sending me spiraling into my own orgasm. I roar through my release, filling her with my cum.
It’s so intense I know I’m ruined for anyone else.
And damn straight!
I want to impregnate her with my baby next.
***
Sleepily, I peel my lids open, realizing Naomi’s on her side, snuggled up to my chest, her baby bump comfortably nestled against my flank, making me feel some type of way first thing in the morning. I want to feel her silkiness on my fingertips, but if I stroke her skin, I may wake her, and the thing she needs the most right now is rest. I still can’t get over the fact she traveled this far alone without knowing she had a place to go.
She’s brave.
Far braver than what’s good for her.
She should’ve called the cops on her piece of shit ex and his father and had them both arrested, then called Sadie to make sure the club would take her. It’s easy to think that way and judge when you’re not in the other person’s shoes, though. I’m sure if she felt she had another choice, she’d have gone about things differently. To have to leave her home and almost all her belongings behind, it must be taking a toll on her emotionally. She’s about to have a baby and literally has nothing for the child or herself. Christmas is coming next week too, and I can only imagine how sad she may feel because of the holiday. I don’t want her to worry and be gloomy. I need to figure out a way to make sure she’s smiling now and in the future.
The only thing I can think of is I have a small apartment above my tattoo shop. We need to keep her here to make sure she’s safe, but maybe in a few months, she’d like to stay there. I could fix it up for her and the baby, and if she’s not comfortable with me staying there too, I can sleep downstairs in my shop on the couch. I’m crazy for thinking about this already—I barely know the woman, yet I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for her.
I’ll take it one day at a time. First off, today, I’m heading to our H-E-B to pick up the things Cain told me to grab. Thankfully, that store seems to have a bit of everything. If they have any cool baby stuff, I’ll grab it too and drop it by my shop to hide until Christmas. There’s no way I’m allowing her to spend the holiday here and not have her wake up to a few gifts. We’ve done similar in the past with the other women who stayed at the club by throwing them baby showers. This is different, though. It’s me doing it all because I want to.
Should I climb out of bed and leave her to sleep in? Or wait until she wakes up? She doesn’t know anyone, so I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or think I bailed after what happened in the middle of the night. It was the last thing I ever expected but I’m not complaining. On the contrary, I was over the moon I got to sink balls deep in her tight cunt. She was heaven and sin all wrapped up in a sexy package, riding my cock like it belonged to her. Fuckin’ a-mazing.
Having made up my mind, I lightly stroke the pad of my finger along her brow and press a kiss to the top of her head. She smells like me, being all wrapped up in my scent. I’ve never felt more pride than right now, having this stunning woman in my arms. My touch trails lower, moving over her lips, grinning when they turn up into a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mmm... a woman could get used to being woken up like this.”
“I hope so,” I quietly murmur and kiss her hair again. I hope she’s not ashamed of fucking me last night once she gets a good look at me this morning. I don’t have my contact in, so my iris will be completely black, and my hair’s all jacked from bedhead. Will she still find me attractive like yesterday? Or was that just a sexual need fueling her touch?
Her hand tucks around my hip, snuggling into my frame. “You’re so warm and comfortable. I usually toss and turn to get comfortable with my belly, but it fits perfectly against you.” Her thumb strokes my flesh, giving me goose bumps. Quietly she asks, “Does that weird you out?”
“The opposite. I’m glad you slept good and even more so that it was because you found comfort in me.” My voice is deeper than usual, raspy from sleep, and with that toss in some added emotion.
Her belly fits perfectly with me... just like I think she does.
I can’t help but imagine how different things would be right now if she were having my baby. Whoever hurt her makes me want to hurt them.
Brushing the thoughts away, I continue, “I’m going to get up and run an errand. You’re welcome to take a shower, and feel free to borrow whatever you need of mine. If you want to eat, help yourself in the kitchen. Sadie will be around, and she’ll need you to use her online accounts to get some pictures of everyone we should be keeping an eye out for. She usually makes multiple prints so we all have a copy in case someone looks out of place. We have a few local businesses who keep an eye out too, so they can give us a heads up.”
“I can’t believe they’re willing to do that,” she says, glancing up to meet my stare. She’s adorable in her mussed, just-woken-up look.
“Of course they are. We’ve helped many of them out a time or two.”
“You really are the good guys, huh?” Her gaze shines with something I’m not able to read, but I like the look while it’s directed my way.
“We’re not, doll. We’re one percenters, not the fluffy weekender riders you see out and about. This is our way of life. However, we do help our community and women who request it. I’ll never stand by idly while a woman is hurt by anyone and asks for help. I don’t care if I die trying. She’ll have someone on her side.”
“You may not be the good guys, Spin, but you’re a damn good man. Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“Anytime, baby. You can count on it.” I kiss her forehead, and she leans up to press one to my mouth. I wasn’t going to go there unless she showed me she was cool with it. With the green light from her, I kiss her twice more, not getting enough. “I gotta get out of here or I’ll never leave. Say, do you like chocolate?”
She snorts. “Spin. I’m hella pregnant,’” she quotes my words back to me. “I love chocolate. The milkier and smoother, the better.”
Christ, the word milk falling from her perfect mouth is going to give me a fucking boner. Jumping out of bed, I flash her a grin and head for the bathroom to take a piss and wash up.
I have to get out of here, or my earlier sentiment will ring true, and we’ll never leave this room.