Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355

Sprocket POV

+25 Pents

Skittles headed to our cottage, and I lingered a little longer with Skunk, trying to get into his head, find out how well he’s handling this. It was a huge shock, and regardless of his mum’s odd behaviour, she’s still his mum.

“Go take Nugget and Journey, support your dad, and at the same time, you can show Journey where you grew up.” I would want to be there on hand, even if I could do nothing. I would hope Dad and the family, knowing I was close, would help give them comfort, be the coffee boy, make sure his Dad doesn’t wither away.

“You’re right, it feels like I should be there for Dad. There’s not much I can do for Mum yet. I will call Tempest to see if we can join her on the chopper.” You could see on his face that making the decision took a lot of weight off his shoulders.

“Good, you do that. I am here if you need me, to chat, or anything, I have got your back.” As I left his cottage, my stomach rumbled, so I changed direction and grabbed a tray of food before going home. That has a nice ring to it, home. A lot of empty boxes told me I had been gone longer than I thought. It felt like half an hour, but it must have been longer.

Skittles was okay, busy around the cottage. I have been worried that all this might have upset her, but it doesn’t appear to have; she didn’t really get to know Nightingale, and her few meetings here

weren’t Nightingale’s finest.

We ate and talked. I was getting to know a lot about my girl; she’s really smart, like crazy smart, beyond me smart. I am good at my job, but it doesn’t take much brain to lay tiles. Well, it doesn’t to me. But the way my girl talks, the long words she uses, blow me away.

I raced her to the shower, and my shaft was already hard, and all I had done was think about what I

was going to do in that shower.

She was taking too long, fumbling with her bra. By the time I stepped from the shower, she had the bra free, but still had her panties on. Well, that won’t do. I tugged on them and was shocked at how easily they broke in two before throwing them in the direction of the bin, grabbed my woman and pushed her into the shower and started to devour her. Her neck, her chest, and everywhere, I lifted my head and found her lips and thrust my tongue inside, twisting and dancing with her tongue. I pushed my groin between her legs, and she groaned.

“Stop teasing me, and get going.” She growls out in frustration, trying to get me to enter her already.

I wanted to do more foreplay, but she grabbed my shaft and lined it up to her warm entrance, and took charge. I was putty in her hands, letting her take what she wanted and needed from me.

*25 Points

Somehow, I was now with my back to the wall, and I don’t even remember moving. Skittles was kissing me, like she was hungry, needy, rolling her hips, as my shaft entered her, a rhythm she had set, hard and rough. When she screamed out her release, I took over, my hand grabbing her thighs and lifting her, her legs around my waist. I held onto her, lifting her legs higher, exposing her core to me, as I pounded hard into her slick channel. Only my shoulders were on the wall for support, as I angled my body, so Skittles was riding me, her hands on the wall above my shoulders, her eyes closed, the warm water cascading down her back, her hungry mouth attacking mine, our breathing rough and heavy. This angle wasn’t something I could sustain for much longer, but boy, was it sooooo good. I felt my body give me the telltale signs I was about to explode, and before I could say anything, Skittles was screaming out my name, and I pumped into her about four more times before joining her in my release.

My legs were jelly as I straightened up and lowered Skittles to the floor.

That was intense.

Skittles grabbed a sponge and soap and commenced washing my body. Her hands glided over me in long, sensual strokes, her eyes teasing me. As she grabbed my shaft and lathered it up with

soap, she caught my mouth, and I moaned into it. She had total control, and Skittles knew it. I

loved it, this sharing. That I am not the one doing all the work, not that I am complaining. I love

watching her face when she loses control.

Dried and in bed, I was spooning Skittles, enjoying the warmth of her body against mine, skin on

skin. Her skin is so soft and silky.

“Sprocket, are you going to be with Nightingale, support the family?” Skittles suddenly asked, it

hadn’t even entered my head to go.

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