Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Skunk POV

Tonight, my lovely wife will scream my name over and over again.

I started at my favourite place; her groin, lady’s parts, clit, vulva, call down there what you like, but for me, it tastes great, smells delicious, and I love the way Journey gets wet for me so quickly.

I started by licking her lady parts, flicking the clit with my tongue. I inserted one finger, then a second, using my tongue and fingers. Journey’s face glowed with an eruption of pleasure. It didn’t

take long to use my tongue and fingers to do the job, and Journey was soon singing out my name.

“That’s one,” I said, looking up at her from over her tummy, with a grin, my beard wet from her

juices.

I moved up slowly, nibbling on her breast, and moving up to her face, kissing her thoroughly, while rubbing my hard shaft against her sensitive clit. That was all it took to have Journey shouting out

my name again.

“That’s two,” I smirked as I waited for her to get her breathing back under control.

I quickly put on a condom and lined myself back up to her channel.

Slowly, I inserted my shaft inside her slick, hot channel, and moved in and out very slowly. Journey lifted her legs around my back and dug her heels into my glutes, trying to make me go faster,

harder.

“Skunk, please, harder.” She begged, her nails digging into my shoulder, causing some pain, but

good pain.

But I didn’t comply, letting her suffer the slow grind. She lifted her hips, tried to move around, anything to get that extra friction, till eventually she must have found it because she screamed out my name again.

“That’s three.” I started moving faster; it was time for my own release.

“Yes.”

“Yes, right there.”

“Harder.” Journey begged. I loved that she wasn’t shy to voice what she needed. It spurred me on, harder, faster. My breath got shorter, sweat beaded on my forehead, and as I concentrated on my release, my ball started to move, and all the signs of my pending release came all at once. I screamed out Journey’s name at the same time as she screamed out mine.

Then, I got my breath back.

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+2 ante That’s four.” I kissed her nose and climbed off, went to the bathroom and removed the condom

and disposed of it, grabbed a warm cloth and returned to clean Journey’s tending center. Took the clothes back to the bathroom, returned to bed, and snuggled up behind Journey. Sleep came quickly for Journey. I followed soon after with a long power nap.

Two hours later, I was putting on a condom, and taking Journey from behind, she moaned in sleepy pleasure, as I gave her a hard and fast, my hands gripped her hips, keeping her still as I thrust myself into her, chasing my release. Journey screamed my name, and that triggered my release, as

I roared out her name.

“That’s number five,” I whispered in her ear. I pulled back to remove the condom and place it in the

little bin I had moved to the side of my bed.

I woke to Journey, taking advantage of my morning wood. She had climbed on and was riding me. She had a huge grin on her face, her fingers digging into my chest, eyes closed as she enjoyed what she was taking from me. I lifted my hips to join in, which caused her to open her eyes and smile down at me. I was torn between grabbing her on the hips, guiding her on my shaft, or reaching up to fondle those bouncing breasts.

“I am close,” Journey said, and I wasn’t that far behind her.

She screamed out my name, and her clench around my shaft stimulated my release, yelling out her

name.

“I am clean, got checked out a month ago, when I had a scare, we’re enough to put me off women for a while,” I admitted. This chick showed up, saying she had an STD, and everyone should get tested. I got tested, but for the life of me, I don’t remember ever bedding her, but I thought maybe in a drunken stupor I had. Better to be checked out than be sorry.

She groaned as I started to pound her from behind, my hands firmly on her hips, the sounds of our wet bodies slapping, skin against skin. Our breathing sounded like short panting, as we both came in a rush of heated exchange.

“That’s seven,” I said before Journey got a chance to be me to it.

“That was intense, like wow, good,” Journey said breathlessly.

We finished our showers, and I quickly dried myself, took the hair dryer and brush, and stood behind Journey, starting to blow–dry her hair. I used to do this with my little sister, before she got too old for her big brother to dry her hair. Mum had her late, ten years between us, and I loved the time we had together, when I did her hair. It was a time when there were no arguments, and it was okay to be home, mum at work, and I looked after my younger siblings. But things changed. I found better things to do with girls, and my sister started to hang out more with her girlfriends, and stopped wanting me to be with her, hold her; she was too big for that sort of mush from her brothers. Mum and Dad, she tolerated it, but not her brothers.

We headed to the clubhouse for breakfast. I think Journey was in a hurry to find Dan and make sure he was okay, with a night away from her. I know he’s young and sensitive, but I think he might have had a good time and not been as worried about Mum as she was about him. Dan was eating in the kitchen with my Dad and Mum; he wasn’t feeding them as he does me, but he allowed Dad to sit with him, and Mum was on the other side of Dad.

“Hey, champ,” I called out as we entered the room.

“Daddy, he called out, his eyes lit up, and he struggled to get off the chair to run to me. I took some

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giant steps to reach him before he fell off it, and gave him a big hug.

“What about my hug?” Journey complained, deciding a group hug would do.

“Mummy.” He suddenly realised his mother was there too. I felt proud and guilty at the same time

that he noticed me and not his mother.

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