Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345

Sprocket POV

Waiting to get Skittles alone was achingly long.

We kept having people stop to talk to her and meet her, which was the hardest situation I have

been in, in a long time.

It’s rare for me not to pounce when I see someone I want to fuk, and take them to the nearest room. Mind you, that was in the last club, I have tried to behave better since joining this one.

But with Skittles, I wanted to spend time with her, get to know her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, but had a sadness about her, like a scared rabbit. I want maybe a little more than a one–off, because something tells me I would need more than one night with her to scratch the itch I had for her. I think she’s like an onion, full of layers. I need to peel back and carefully investigate each and every one of those layers.

Trying hard not to rush this and ensure she was on the same page, or at least in the same book, or

whatever I mean.

So far, we have laughed and enjoyed reminiscing about our childhood, and filling in the gaps: who married whom, and how Tempest became Storm’s lady. His rescue of her fills my heart with joy. It’s a romance story you only read in books, and it’s ongoing, because Tempest was still months away from getting her new legs. They have already measured her height, just waiting for the swelling to finish going down and for the sensitivity to return. Everything takes time, and nothing, not even Fingers‘ magic hands, can speed up nature’s repair.

Wiping away the tears of joy trickling down Skittles‘ face, my d**k decided that was a sign to make itself known, and stiffened painfully hard. I tried to continue taking it slowly, giving Skittles every opportunity to say no; Stinger’s words of ‘don’t hurt her‘ kept popping into my head.

But once I had leaned forward to capture her lips and our lips locked, I was a gonna.

The fire in my groin exploded, making it almost impossible to continue slowly, I was panting with

need.

So I gave her a choice: if she said no, it wouldn’t break me, but it would be hard not to be disappointed; but she said yes, and with a yes, and I scooped her up, taking the stairs two at a time, my need growing with every step.

My first thought was that once I had her on the bed, I needed to give her a release, because the way I am at the moment, if I inserted into her, I felt I would explode way too fast. I was turned on so much that she might not get to reach hers, and that wouldn’t look good. It would make me feel selfish, and that’s not who I am. When it comes to bedroom dancing, I like to make sure the woman explodes before getting my release. Even with the tarts back home, they deserve a

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release. Most times, I reckon, they fake it. But ensure they don’t, not on my watch.

She screamed my name twice, both close together. This woman must be starved of a man’s

company.

I will fix that.

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“I am clean. Are you on the pill?” I asked before moving forward. I want to go bare and feel her, not

through latex.

“Yes, give it to me, NOW, please.” Skittle’s voice sounded like she had a bad cold, and it was se.xy

as hell.

I ran my hands over her silky thigh, so smooth and soft, toned. I appreciated them before lifting them and holding onto her knees, lining up my shaft to her moist opening, and in one hard thrust, I entered her. She stiffened, so I stilled and waited for her channel to release some tension from my shaft. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but I am larger than the average, and possibly this woman had only had the average before. I hope she enjoys something a little larger and thicker.

“Don’t stop,” Skittles called out with a moan, wiggling her hips to encourage me to continue, her channel releasing the tight grip she had on me.

I started thrusting in and out, feeling her slick channel, tightening and releasing. There was little she could do in this position but lie there and take it, and that was what I wanted to spoil Skittles, and not have to work for it. If that made sense, it did in my head at the time. Her eyes were closed, her hands fisted the sheets, trying to hold onto something; her breathy moans spurred me on to go harder, faster. She looked beautiful as she neared her next release.

Frantically seeking my own release, it was close, so very close.

Before she opened her eyes, I leaned in, put my hands under her armpits, and lifted Skittles further onto the bed. She squeaked at the unexpected movement, then crawled in beside her. Skittle turned and snuggled into me, and I put my arms around her torso and held her close till her breathing slowed and sleep consumed her. Skittles so snore, barely audible, it felt right having her. here in my bed. It was rare for me to stay the night with a woman; only when I was too drunk to make it home did I stay. They get the wrong idea if you start staying overnight. But with Skittles, I didn’t want her to go back to her room; I wanted her to stay there and share mine. Her warm body and slow breathing soon had me spiraling into dreamland.

not sure what.

“Thank you for a great wake–up call, much better than an alarm clock.” To my surprise, she grabbed my shaft, and my shaft reacted by hardening at her touch.

Talk about magic hands.

Wow, I am rarely ready again so soon.

Skittles played with me for a while, getting me all worked up, before she climbed on and positioned my shaft inside her warm, slick channel and lowered herself, slowly at first, as if testing how deep she could take me, and to my shock, Skittles managed to take all of me, like not a small amount spare, this girl might be small in stature, but more than makes up for that height deficit in other ways, a pint size dynamo.

Skittles was in her zone, her eyes shut, as she moved up and down, and then a sort of jiggle, tightening her core, squeezing my shaft, and then releasing it. I put my hands on her hips, for somewhere to put them, not wanting to take over, but letting Skittles enjoy herself. This was new to me. I had never had a woman take control before; they were always needy and wanted me to pleasure them. This role reversal was a big turn on, not that it will make me submissive, but by

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giving her an opportunity to do as she pleases too, I feel it’s more like equal gratification, each

taking and giving.

Yeah, that sounds more like it. Doesn’t it?

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