Lena asked.
“ Of
course it ’ s fucking okay, ” Jett growled. “ Open those fucking legs more for
me, beautiful. I ’ m coming
in. ”
Lena put her head back and groaned.
Her hands played with Jett ’ s
leather cut as he thrust, inching his way into her. Jett gritted his teeth and
let out a hiss as Lena ’ s
pussy clung to him impossibly tight.
What the fuck? Is she a virgin?
Jett looked down as he pulled out
of Lena. He then came at her again, thrusting hard, sinking deeper. She let out
a cry and Jett could already feel a rush pouring through his body. He growled
and then brought his mouth back down to Lena ’ s
ample chest. He tasted her left breast as he started to fuck her. Pulling back
and pushing, fighting through the resistance of her burning slit.
It felt so fucking good though. It
made Jett feel so fucking alive, so wild. He put his hands at Lena ’ s ribs, his thumbs just inches
from the bottom of her breasts. Jett was good right there, holding himself up,
loving the way Lena ’ s body
looked and reacted to his cock pounding in and out of her. Looking down and
seeing his cock glistening. Then looking at the way her breasts danced just so
perfectly. And then her face.
Goddamn, she ’ s actually really pretty.
With her arms up, hands gripping
the headboard, biting her bottom lip, she was really something.
It was right then Jett turned his
head just enough to see Lena ’ s
shirt on the floor. It was rolled up now, but if Jett reached down and lifted
it, there would be blood on it. Blood from someone else.
There were a dozen burning
questions in Jett ’ s mind,
but first things first here. He thrust deeper into Lena and felt her reach
climax. If she was tight before, holy fuck , it was even worse now. And
by worse, that meant everything was all the much better.
Jett slipped his hands down to her
waist and gritted his teeth and groaned as he fucked her through her orgasm. He
felt the clenching feeling, the rush of fresh and warm wetness. Christ, when
Jett looked down, he could see it even leaking from her tender body.
The entire scene quickly caught up
to Jett. He pulled back like the hammer of the gun that was attached to his
body (even as he fucked Lena) and thrust forward with all his might. He was
deep - so fucking deep - and his body just let go. He held there, offering
hard thrust after thrust, feeling his cock finally able to release. Pouring
himself into a fucking condom inside Lena ’ s
body.
She looked at him and gasped each
time he came; as she felt him thickening, releasing, thickening, releasing.
Over and over.
Jett caught himself off guard as he
leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose to Lena ’ s.
Don ’ t fucking kiss her, man.
Don ’ t do that
shit …
His lips flirted with hers for a
second, but Jett quickly pulled away.
He moved from the bed in a hurry,
grabbing his jeans and pulling them up. Then he stood there, staring at the
beautiful, naked woman in his bed. Lena had moved her hands down her body,
resting on her stomach. She stared at him with a clear stare.
“ When
I get myself cleaned up here, beautiful, you better start fucking talking. ”
“ About? ”
Jett laughed. “ Are you fucking kidding me? You
were passed out on my ride, covered in blood. But it wasn ’ t your blood. I don ’ t know who you think I am or
what my club stands for, but just because you have a sweet pussy between your
legs doesn ’ t make you
invincible. Put that fucking shirt on and I ’ ll
be out in a minute. ”
In the bathroom, Jett first
splashed cold water on his face. When he licked his lips he still tasted her.
He couldn ’ t remember the
last time he had gone that crazy before. Such a deep and primal thing had taken
over his body. And it was probably a huge mistake. No, fuck that, it was
definitely a mistake.
So the plan had to be simple … find out why the fuck Lena had
blood on her. Then give her a bed for the night and say fucking goodbye
tomorrow. Make sure