Counter To My Intelligence (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #7)

“I…I think so. It feels good,” she whispered. “It’s never felt like this before.”


So whomever she’d been with hadn’t had patience enough to find out what she liked. Typical.

All I could say about that was that he was a lazy fucker.

I took my time with my women…and I definitely would with Sawyer.

There was no reason on God’s green earth that I couldn’t get my women off before me, even if I had to put my own desires on hold to accomplish it.

I pinched one nipple with my thumb and forefinger while I leaned forward and captured her other one between my lips, effectively pushing me even deeper inside of her.

She cried out. From what? Could be the fact that I was deep as fuck inside of her, or maybe it was the way my beard played along the sensitive skin of her breast, I didn’t know.

But I’d ask.

Later.

Right now I was too busy with feeling the way her hot * clenched around the length of my dick, and the way she was taking me deeper than any woman had ever been able to before.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” I told her in between sucks.

Her hands came up to cup my head.

I was sure that if I had hair, she would’ve been yanking on it in her exuberance.

Especially with the way her hips lifted to receive each of my thrusts, or how she was exhaling one continuous moan instead of sighs like she’d been doing before.

“I need…” she hesitated. “I need something.”

I pulled out suddenly, happy with the way she cried out in despair when I was no longer inside of her.

“You need what, honey?” I asked, helping her sit up until she was resting on the pad of the seat.

Then I helped her to her feet and turned her around until she was bent over, elbows resting on the seat.

But I thought better of it since I knew I wanted to do her hard, so I shifted her until she was bent over the hood of my ’67 Charger.

Her hips met the cool metal, and she canted her ass, wiggling as she said, “Hurry.”

I said a silent prayer for the fact that she was wearing such high heels, which enabled me to line my cock straight up with the entrance to her *, and slam inside.

“Silas!” She screamed. “Fuck!”

I grinned as I started to pound inside of her.

Hard, unforgiving strokes.

Each thrust had me hitting the end of her, battering her cervix with the head of my cock.

She didn’t complain, though.

In fact, she was doing quite the opposite. Pushing back against my thrusts so that I rammed inside of her even harder.

My hands were probably bruising her hips as I gripped her, holding her steady as I took her hard.

And when I felt her hand sneak down to cup my balls and play along the base of my cock, I had to tighten my belly to keep myself from coming.

I started counting to a hundred in my head when I felt her start to circle her clit with her thumb while keeping her fingers on my balls.

And I had never been more thankful than when I felt her * start to flutter and ripple around me.

When she burst into an orgasm, I finally let myself go.

My cum exploded from my balls as it shot out the end of my cock, filling up the tip of the condom with so much force that I feared for the integrity of the latex.

Then she started to clamp down on me even harder, one long clench followed the other, and I forgot to care about everything.

It was long seconds later when I finally came back to myself.

I was pinning Sawyer to the side of my Charger with my big body, holding her down as the sweat started to cool on our bodies.

“I’m thinking I need to do that again…a couple hundred times.”

I chuckled as I held on to the base of the condom, making sure it stayed in place as I pulled out of her.

I was enjoying the sound of my withdrawal from her – one of the sexiest damn things I’d ever heard – as I listened to her juicy * try its damndest to hold on to me.

She moaned when I finally exited her body completely and turned around suddenly to slam her mouth down onto mine.

“That was incredible,” she whispered against my lips.

I snorted.

“You make an old man like me feel like a fuckin’ superhero,” I muttered against her lips, pulling her in close.

My still hard cock pressed against the apex of her thighs, and I contemplated grabbing another condom from my wallet when I felt her start to laugh.

“Let’s go inside and do it on a bed this time,” she whispered.

“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked.

She grinned as I gathered her up in my arms, hand under her ass, and started to carry her to the garage door.

Her legs went around my hips, helping hold my pants up, as I walked.

I was thankful I still had my pants when I was easily able to take my keys from my pocket and insert it into the lock.

Sadly, we never made it to the bed.

We made it to the kitchen table before I lost the ability to fight my dick anymore.





Chapter 8


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