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Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 32

Gunner POV

Her breasts are more than a handful, and I love to play with them, suckle them, maybe I am regressing to being a baby, and want nurturing, or so someone had said, when a guy said he liked sucking on them, but whatever slant a psychiatrist might put on it, I do enjoy fondling them.

Cora’s body isn’t skinny, like many club girls tend to be; she has some meat on her bones, not fat, meat; she’s toned and cares for her body. I have thought that several times: Prefect. I am not worried, I will not break her if I go a little rough, and sometimes I like it rough.

Not tonight.

Tonight, it will be slow, and see how many times she screams my name before I have to have my own release. It tests my resolve. I like to think waiting makes it all that much better. Not a whambam, but slow and controlled, like how tonight has felt, it was as romantic as I could make it. This was all new to me. Chasing a girl had never been something I had to do before. It’s scary, and at the same time, I did have fun tonight. The food, the walk, being with her, with no pressure of being anyone but me, Cora made it easy.

Now I was exactly where I hoped the end of today would be, in her bed. Mine would have been better, but that was more ego, and showing the guys I was still with Cora, and she was still around. This, perhaps, was better, giving us a more intimate time, not shared with others.

Making this our time.

Yeah, this is much better. I am getting to know the woman I want to be with, and I am glad now that she pushed for dating first; it’s been fun, and a learning curve, I think I needed. Been too easy to have a girl in my bed all these years. I always knew that the girl I wanted would not be one who would throw themselves at me. Believe it or not, it was getting old. I like that Cora has made being with her a challenge that I could easily stuff up; it makes the prize at the end so much more alluring. At first, when she was injured, I thought she was another easy girl who pushed all the right buttons, but when I came home to find her gone, I knew I had stuffed up, and she wasn’t what I assumed she was. Cora was ever easy like

r the club girls, and I was a fool to think otherwise.

Cora didn’t resist when I pushed her legs apart, trusting me with her body and needs, and that did something to me that I couldn’t name. I know she doesn’t trust easily, but in this, she trusted.

Licking her first, gained the groan and squirm I had been chasing. I smiled to myself as I licked her, Cora was already ready wet for me. Slipping my tongue inside and sucking on her clit, then a finger joined the fun, rubbing her up and down past her opening, as she moaned for more, moving her hands to fist my hair, trying to force more pressure on her pending release.

I guess she was too in need to let me give her one release down her. With a sigh, I moved up her body, kissing my way up, before lining up my shaft and slowly thrusting into her warm, wet entrance, her walls tightening around my shaft, tighter than a condom.

Chapter 32

Condom!

Should I put one on?

I know she said she was on birth control, but should I cover it?

But feeling her like this, not through a rubber, was so gooooood.

Claim

Before I could make up my mind, Cora was calling out my name, and her walls pulsed against my shaft,

her face in pure bliss.

I continued to gently thrust in and out till Cora showed signs of building again. I withdrew my shaft and plipped her over, onto her hands and knees, and plunged back inside her. I was able to go deeper, holding her hips, I picked up the pace, as my own release built up, my breathing shallowed, and I grunted with each thrust, sweat trickled down my brow, and onto my beard, my balls,suddenly contracted. I called out her name as I emptied inside her, Cora following two thrusts later. I slowed and thrusted a few more times before pulling out and falling onto the bed beside Cora, who had collapsed onto her belly on the bed, she too breathing hard.

I was on my back, taking deep breaths, enjoying the afterglow, when Cora rolled over and snuggled into me, her hand splayed open on my chest, and her leg over my legs. It felt so natural.

You going to stay the night?’ Cora’s sleepy voice asked in the darkness, after she turned the light off from a switch by the bed.

Do you want me too?I asked, sending the question right back to her, because right now, I was comfortable and wouldn’t mind staying the night.

Murphy.

Murphy?” I didn’t know that comment.

Answering a question with a question.I couldn’t help but laugh. I will have to remember that one; it’s one I had heard. I know of Murphy’s Law: what can go wrong does go wrong, but it is not used in this context. This woman makes some unexpected comments that don’t make sense to me.

I would like to stay the night.I was not used to this, this honesty, this wanting.

not

Good, I didn’t want that gorgeous, warm body to leave. I want to cuddle it all night, and if I am lucky, you will give me another ride on that bike of yours.I laughed out loud, a full, unashamed laugh that filled the quiet home.

So it’s my body and my bike that you want?I said, acting all hurt.

Of course, what else could I possibly want?I grabbed my chest as if Cora had just stabbed me in the

heart.

So cruel, you’re so cruel.Cora burst out laughing; it was music to my ears, her body shaking against me. as she laughed, and it felt good to laugh honestly, not forced.

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Maybe Cora was repairing something inside of me that I didn’t know needed fixing.

Before I could say anything else, I felt Cora’s body relax, and her breathing deepen, as it blew across my

chest.

I lay there, running my fingers through her hair, loving the smell and feel of her, and the thought of her never being mind scared me more than facing a bunch of armed men in an alley.

Sleep came easily; this place was peaceful, no pressure to perform, no one unexpectedly knocking on the door, expecting me to get up and handle some problem at the bar.

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