Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337

Pip POV

The cottage was perfect, it wouldn’t take long to make it a home, a few touches here and there Skunk said he refurbished this cottage all by himself. He had great taste, there was nothing in here that I wanted to change I didn’t listen when Skunk said to wait till tomorrow. I wanted to move now, that woman doing that in our home had turned me against that place, and i guess Skunk picked up on it and thought of this place.

It didn’t take long, and we were out of there, and I was packing our things away. I won’t do it all

tonight. I had to leave Dan’s till he decided which room was his. He would be static, having a

choice, don’t think he would understand how big this was.

In bed with Skunk, for some reason, I was nervous. I was running my hand over his chest; he had a

lot of hair on his chest, and I liked the way it felt on my fingers. He stalled my hand and gave me an

option.

I quickly made up my mind.

“Make me feel again, take the taint of my previous experience away. I want to see myself make love as something pleasurable. Can you do that for me?” I looked up at him and waited for Skunk

to answer..

He didn’t use words; he kissed me, deepening the kiss as he rolled me over, and when he broke the

kiss, he grinned at me.

“Do you trust me?” I nodded because I did; there was no hesitation.

He slithered down the bed and spread my legs open. I felt vulnerable and shy. I don’t shave down there; I just never had the time, with Dan around, and gave up trying.

What the?

His fingers found my folds, making me jump a little at the unexpected, yet expected feeling, weird,

I know.

He blew his breath at my juncture, making me shudder with the conflicting feelings I was having. Then, his tongue licked my folds, and his tongue flicked my nub. I jumped again and groaned at the pleasant sensation that action caused. His tongue then entered me, warm, wet, and filling. Sensations I had never felt before filled me with expectation. Something was building, I could feel it, I didn’t know what it was, having never had much to do with intimacy, like, should I be doing something to Skunk for Skunk? Or do I lie here and take it? That didn’t sound right, like I am not a

sack of potatoes.

“Relax, let me do this for you,” Skunk said, as if he was reading my mind.

* Cove

I moved my hands to his head, fisting his hair a little harder than I should, as he groaned in my groin, sending my thrills through me. My breath started to shorten, and soon something that was building reached boiling point, and I screamed out his name, as the more pleasurable feeling ran through my body, my core throbbing

“That’s it, sweetheart. He continued to lick me, cleaning up my juices, before snaking back up. kissing my breasts along the way, giving my breasts. He gave some attention before kissing me thoroughly, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, and twisting it around my tongue. My body wanted more, needed more. Skunk was building me back up, and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

Skunk pulled out a condom, and then he reached down between our bodies and lined his length to

my entrance. Slowly, he pushed his large length inside of me, filling me, stretching me, till it almost

hurt.

My hip reminded me it wasn’t repaired yet, but I ignored the twinge of pain it sent.

Skunk started slowly, drawing out of his length, and slowly pushed back in. I started to get the idea and lifted my hips to meet in a downward thrust, the best my hips would let me. He slowly picked up speed with his thrusts, a little harder, his breath becoming ragged and shorter. His face was full of concentration, and he tried to keep things gentle for me. I could tell he wanted to go faster, harder, but was forcing himself to be considerate, maybe because of my injury, or maybe being my first real time, as I didn’t count the other time as a first, I hardly remember any of it, because the

drug distorted my memory.

I felt the same build–up as the first time, knew it wouldn’t take long, and would have the euphoric feeling again.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Sing out my name.” Skunk followed me close behind, screaming out,

‘Pip, pip, pip.‘

He rolled off of me and off the bed, removing the condom and placing it in a tissue before going to the bathroom, which I assumed was a bin and returning to bed with a warm, damp cloth. He spread my legs and cleaned me up using gentle strokes. He left, put the washcloth back in the bathroom, then climbed back into bed, pulling me close to him.

“Is that a better memory now?” he asked with a grin.

“Humm, you could have done better.” I joked.

“You, little minx.” He tickled me, making me squeal in laughter.

Before drawing me in for a kiss.

“Sleep, the morning will come too quickly, and that child of ours, in our bed, confused with where

“Bed mine.” He pointed to the bed he had slept in, and I wondered if he understood, or just thought he was sleeping there; it was his room.

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