DOTTIE

We’re shown to our temporary home, only it’s magnificent, and in better shape than the one I’m paying an astronomical mortgage on.

“This is beautiful,” I say as I walk across the threshold. The molding is hand carved, I’m not sure how I know this, but it’s more than obvious to me that it took a lot of time to work. Everything is pristine and shiny, yet at the same time, it’s very homey and inviting. The couch is made of large pillows, and I can see myself lounging on it with a book in my hand, sinking into the deep cushions.

“You could sleep on that,” I taunt Bull. His response is a snort and shake of his head. “Not happening, huh?”

“Nope,” he retorts with a cluck of his tongue, giving me a side look that says if I don’t stop while I’m ahead, I’m gonna know what it’s like being brought to heel by a biker. A shiver races up my spine with all I’m imagining that could mean. “But it definitely looks comfortable enough to fuck you on.”

Now I’ve got heat pooling in my core as I imagine riding my bull on the plush couch. As my face pinkens, I hear him chuckle before he scoops me up in order to check the rest of our new home out. “Bull, I can walk,” I protest, snuggled against his chest.

“I like carrying you, Dot,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “And I like what you were thinking a minute ago. Believe a nice toasty fire, the lights turned on the tree, and maybe one of those sappy movies playing in the background would give the room the right ambiance to do it, too.”

“Bull!” I exclaim, my face now crimson red and heated. He laughs harder as he maneuvers us down a short hallway to a door that opens into a master bedroom I could only dream about having.

Off to the side there’s a fireplace with a fully decorated mantel complete with artfully draped garland as well as some of those fat pillar candles that Bull moves toward. He sets me down, then proceeds to get a fire going and then uses the flame to light the candles. As the light flickers in the greenery, I continue my perusal of the room. Another huge couch is in front of the fireplace with a console television off to the side. The biggest bed I’ve ever seen is on the opposite wall, and I can tell with a glance that the occupants will be able to enjoy watching the television if they want to do so instead of sitting on the couch.

I hear Bull walk back toward the bedroom door and soon afterward, I hear it close, and the lock engage. As I turn around so that I can see him, he smirks, then lifts his finger and lowers a lever on the switch plate that begins dimming the lights.

The romantic setting has my nerves obliterating into tiny particles. I’m no longer in charge of my physical body or its reactions. I’m jittery and my control has snapped, it’s taken a leave of absence and is voyaging on a rocket ship into the stratosphere. Both my mind and body are on the same page, I’m lost in a fog of lust. My mind goes offline, steps back and allows my desire to take charge.

The sexual haze commands me to move. My feet break free from the floor and the force behind them has me moving like lightning has struck their soles. Leaping through the air, my legs and arms wrap around Bull’s body. He catches me with an oomph before leaning down and seizing my mouth. The instant our lips touch, every molecule inside of me blazes to life.

“Bull,” I moan into his mouth. “I lose control around you. How do you do that?”

“Good question, beautiful, because that’s exactly what you do to me,” he returns, walking back over to the fireplace where he bends his knees and leans over, laying me back on the velvety rug. Its texture feels satiny to my overheated skin.

“Touch me,” I beg. “I need you to touch me.”

“It’d be my pleasure,” he replies with a rasp, his voice choked full of need.

My hands land on his shoulders as he begins disrobing me. I watch his muscles wrench then strain as he removes my shoes and socks. His eyes are glued to his fingers with each article of clothing he extracts. He’s taking his sweet time, as if I’m a gift he’s in no rush to tear open—memorizing, touching, and kissing each speck of skin he uncovers.

“You’re like a fine wine,” he mumbles against my stomach as he pulls my jeans lower, removing them and flinging them across the room.

“Better with age?” I gasp out the question as his teeth lightly skim my pussy through the material of my panties.

“Sweeter tasting with time,” he huskily replies. My head drops back and my breathing hitches when he pushes my panties to the side and latches on to my clit.

“Fuck.” The word is drawn from my mouth as he drinks me in like a parched man who’s found his oasis.

His tongue flicks my nub while he inserts double digits into the cavern of my sheath. He pumps them, scissors them, finding that button inside of me that causes stars to dance throughout my vision. My fingers clutch his hair, trying to keep me earthbound and from floating away into space. I orgasm not once, but twice while he laves, and pays homage to my pulsating center. I must lose consciousness at some point because when my eyes flutter open it’s to see a naked Bull hovering over me with a satisfied, proud smirk lifted on his swollen lips. He plucks my nipple between his fingers, and I realize my breasts are undressed and unbound, which says he must’ve cleared my upper body of its clothing while I was blissed out because I don’t remember it happening.

“You back with me, beautiful?”

“Yeah. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before, I’m not sure what that was all about,” I confess, still breathless.

“Don’t care what it is, but I hope it happens again, Dot. That was a beautiful sight to see.”

“Me passing out?”

“No, my Polka Dot.” His fingers steadily brush through my hair strands as he says, “Me, ravenous, causing you such pleasure that your body can’t take any more stimulation and goes limp. Gotta say, a man’s ego fills with satisfaction when he gives his woman so much pleasure that her mind and body need to take a break.”

The crackling of the fireplace, and the heat warming my skin is nothing compared to the inferno he causes to blaze inside of me. “Are you going to keep talking, Bull, or are you going to continue to prove your masculine prowess to me? Or was that a one-time thing? It’d be understandable seeing as you're getting old.”

“Old?” he sneers. “I’ll show you how old I’m not.” Bull lifts my legs, tosses them both over his shoulders and drives his large, fat cock into me. “Could an old man do this? Could he stretch you wide and open you up the way I do?”

“No,” I hiss, enjoying the burn of his intrusion.

His plunges are shallow and slow paced, the way his hips swivel in semi circles is teasing and frustrating, but oh so delicious. My nails dig into his back, my legs strangle his neck, and my hips lift meeting him thrust for thrust. We both moan as he bottoms out inside of me.

“I could live inside of you,” he groans, picking up the pace and sinking deeper. A frenzy breaks out, all that can be heard around us is skin slapping skin, moans of carnal elation echoing, and euphoric cries reverberate once we find our orgasmic completion.

“I believe you,” I admit, my chest heaving as I fight for each intake of oxygen.

“Believe what?” he asks, rolling off of me and pulling me with him, tucking me into his side.

“That I’m yours, Bull. That I’m yours,” I repeat around a yawn.

“Damn right you are, Dot, and I’m never letting you go.”

“I don’t want you to. I want you to keep me forever.”

“I can make that happen. Tomorrow, after we sleep, we’ll announce it to the club.”

“Okay. Night, Bull.”

“Night, gorgeous.”