Champ & Lauren: (Crusaders MC #2.5)

She climbs out quick before I even have the chance to shut the engine off. “Lauren!” I shout as I climb from the car and throw Mikey the keys. “Wait!” Too late, she’s already unlocked the front door and heading inside. Fuck this.

Storming in through the front door, I slam it behind me making the windows rattle with the force. I trap her in the hallway and pin her to wall with her hands above her head. “Listen to me, Lauren. Don’t you fucking dare shut me out. I love you, and you know it. But you need to learn that in front of club members you do NOT disrespect me. It’s club law and if Prez was there…fuck knows what would have happened to you.”

“I just…I didn’t like the way you got in my face with that emotionless expression. Treating me like one of the club whores instead of your woman.” Her bottom lip trembles but I notice her biting her lip to stop the tears that are watering her eyes.

“Don’t cry, babe. I had no choice. You need to learn. I love you, babe.” With that, I smash my lips to hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. My dick hardens and I press it into her, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat.

“Take me, Liam!” She moans as my lips leave hers. I pick her up and her legs wrap tightly around my waist and her arms lock behind my neck.

Walking toward the bedroom, I feel her teeth nipping at my throat that sends tingles down to my toes. Fuck my life, this woman is insatiable.

Tossing her onto the bed, lightly, I proceed to unbutton her pants and shuffling them down her slender legs.

Once she’s bare, I stand there and stare at her glistening *, wet with juices that make my mouth water. Lauren is my favorite meal of the day and she knows it. Her hands come trailing down her shirt, fingers spread as they descend on the one place my tongue is begging to go. As her fingers connect with her swollen bud, her head tilts back and her mouth pops open on a small moan.

I palm my dick that’s stiffened behind its confines and close my eyes to try and rein in my libido. She continues her pursuit of pleasure with her fingers, as she gets faster and faster, her legs begin to shake and I know she’s close. But she’s not coming on her own hand.

Reaching down, I take her hand and bring it to my mouth, licking her fingers clean. “My turn, babe.”

Kneeling at the end of the bed, I trail kisses up her instep, to her inner thigh and repeat on the opposite side. I know I’m driving her crazy as she thrashes around on the bed.

“Keep still, or I’ll start all over again, Lauren,” I murmur between wet kisses on her thigh. She immediately goes still, her labored breath the only sound in the room.

I nibble her inner thigh and she whimpers softly, shifting slightly on the comforter laid over the bed. Using both hands, I spread her legs further apart and get a front row seat to her glistening *. Fuck, this shit never gets old. I swear I see her swollen bud quiver and my dick pulses painfully.

I shove my head between her legs and latch onto the clit, sucking, licking and biting softly. Her cries grow louder and her thighs shake with the impending orgasm. I force two fingers deep into her *, and she immediately clamps around them with the force of her orgasm. She screams to the heavens; her hands in fists, she pulls at the comforter on the bed.

“Mmm, my favorite meal,” I say, licking my lips. I look down into her hooded eyes, smirking at the sated look on her face. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

She mewls softly as I kiss my way back up her body. When I finally reach her ear, I ask, “Are you ready for me? Are you ready for me to fuck you hard? So hard that you’ll feel me next week?” Her only reply was a whimper and she clutches my biceps.

I reach down and undo the button and zipper of my jeans. My dick springs free and I squeeze the base in an attempt to control myself from shooting like a teenage virgin.

Pulling Lauren’s legs up and over my shoulders, I align my cock at her entrance, taking a deep, calming breath, I thrust hard and bury myself deep. I hold still so she can get used to me.

“Liam, move. Please,” Lauren moans out, wiggling her hips.

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