The Phoenix Knights MC: Strength of Love (Rebecca Waters) novel Chapter 33

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Daniel’s POV-

With the SUV parked, I now sat watching Olivia stare at her hands. I knew she wanted to be here, wanted to go more than make out, but I also knew she was nervous. I am quite literally her first and only. God, over

the past week, it has only gotten harder to keep my hands off of every perfect curve of her delicious body.

I had never thought I would ever lose control of my needs, but with her, I can barely hold back. The guys

weren’t kidding when they said I was barely holding back from fucking her.

Right now, I hated how nervous she looked more than anything else. My needs could wait. I wanted her comfortable. I reached out and placed my hand over her hands. She finally looked up at me. I smiled at her, “Let’s get in the back. I need to hold you right now. I think that is what you need too.”

She smiled, nodding her head. She unbuckled herself from her seat, and climbed into the back seats. I followed her, making sure to lock the SUV, the moment we were in the back seats. It is dark outside, and the SUV has blacked out windows, so no one can see us, but I don’t want us to be disturbed by someone trying to get into the SUV. I pulled her into my arms and held her. I could feel the tremble in her body, showing just how nervous she was. “Beautiful, there is no rush, we have plenty of time. We can just sit here, cuddle and make out. I love you and that isn’t going to change ever,” I whispered.

Olivia’s body stilled as she let out a breath, and for the briefest of seconds I thought I might have said something wrong, or maybe I had finally settled her nerves down. Instead, Olivia moved so fast, climbing onto my lap, straddling my hips. My hands immediately went to her hips, to hold her in place. I tipped my head back to look up at her, as her hands slowly cupped my face. I could see the intense lust in her eyes, she wanted me, wanted to touch me and more. I stayed still letting her make the first move, and oh boy, she did. Her lips slammed on to me, with the same ravenous need as earlier in the movies.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, god she tasted like popcorn. Olivia shrugged off her jacket, her hands leaving me for the briefest of seconds, before returning pushing at my jacket and cut. She wanted me to take them off. I sat up, pinning her to the back of the driver’s seat, so I could yank my jacket and cut from behind me and discard it on the floor. I felt her hand slip lower, grabbing the bottom of my T–shirt. I chuckled against her lips, before pulling away from her kiss. I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it on the floor. Then I leaned back against the seat, letting her get a full view of my pecs and abs. She has always run her fingers all over the tattoos on my arms, but she had yet to fully see the ones on the right side of my chest, on my abs and my back. Her fingers began tracing the lines of my tattoos straight away, the slow caress of her touch was wearing my self–control down. Then her hands came to a stop on my left pec, and she whispered, “Why do you have an empty space here?”

“Its a space for the woman I love. I want to get your name there, if you will let me?” I replied.

Her eyes snapped to mine, her gaze full of emotion, before she nodded, “I would love that.”

A smile spread across my lips, before I moved to pull her down to me, so I could kiss her. She pressed her hands against my chest. I froze, looking up at her confused. Before I could ask anything, she whipped her

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tep as fast as she could, like if she had done it slowly she would have been too nervous to do so. It was

the first time I had seen her breasts in just a bra. She had never been shirtless in front of me, and now here

she was. “Fuck,” I groaned.

My hands were already stiding up from her hips, to feel her naked skin, to feel her breasts in just a bra. I couldn’t stop staring at them. So large and perky, and so fucking delicious in that red lace bra. Wait, a minute. As my hands reached her breasts, I groaned, “Non–padded, fuck. Wait, you said matching set, my

queen.”

I rubbed my thumbs over her n*****s, knowing full well in this bra, she would feel it a lot more. Her back arched, pushing her breasts further into my hands, as her hips bucked against me. I lunged forward, pulling her down hard on my aching d**k, begging to be free. I pulled her ear lobe into my mouth and sucked, before whispered, “Keep moving your hips like that, while I get a taste of these breasts. You have no idea how hard you made me with just this bra.”

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, attacking the same spot I had marked earlier in the movies. This time I was rewarded with a quiet moan. As I sucked on her neck harder, she gasped, “I wear non–padded ones a lot more than anything else. Yes, it’s a matching set.”

I groaned, gripping her hips, trying to encourage her to move, but she couldn’t move much. I moved us, laying her down on the backseats, before burying my face between her breasts. I sucked on the skin there, as her hands slipped into my hair, pulling on the strands. I don’t know why, but it was one of the things she did to me that really got me going.

I ran my tongue up the swell of her breast, latching on to her n****e through her bra. Her gasps and surprised moans were so beautiful. I was determined to hear every sound I could just from sucking on her perfect breasts through the bra, for now. But, she had other ideas. Olivia slipped her hands behind her back and unlatched her bra, pulling at it, but I wasn’t going to stop.

That was when she yanked on my hair, pulling me from her breasts. She slammed her lips into mine, as she yanked her bra from her chest, throwing it to the floor. Her hands went straight to my jeans, popping the buttons open, before pushing them down. She went for my boxer shorts, which is when I grabbed her hands and pinned her back down on the seats. I pulled away from her lips, and said, “Let ine get your jeans off, I want to see these matching panties.”

She nodded, her cheeks and chest flushed with desire. I sat back on my haunches, getting a full view of my queen’s beautiful breasts completely bare. I groaned, leaned down and sucked hard on the n*****s of both breasts, alternating between them, which made her moan loudly. While I did that, I let my hands drift down to her feet and tug her shoes off, before dropping them to the floor. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her delicious legs. I caught a glimpse of the wet patch on her tiny red lace thong that matched her bra. I groaned at the sight. “You are so fucking perfect.”

As soon as her jeans hit the floor, I leaned back over her and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. I let my hands drift over every curve of her body, slowly making my way down to her thong. I let my fingers graze over the fabric, before pressing my thumb on the wet patch that covers her clit and began moving in a small circular motion. She whimpered, pulling away from my lips, as her breathing deepened. Her hands

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slid down to her thong, and started trying to wiggle it off. I immediately moved to help her, knowing she

wanted more. The moment her thong hit the floor, I was greeted with her beautiful pink clean–shaven

p***y. I groaned, “Perfect.”

I ran my fingers over her glistening clit. God, she is so wet. I began rubbing her clit in circular motions, watching her every mewl, as she got closer to the edge. The visual was nearly too much for me. I was going to explode in my shorts if I didn’t do something about it. I worked a single finger inside her, as I pulled my aching c**k from my boxers. I began stroking myself, as I watched her wither and moan with my finger beginning to inside her. “Kiss me,” she moaned.

My c**k throbbed, sparks shot up my spine. God, I love it when she tells me what she wants. My hand left my c**k, and braced myself over her on that arm, capturing her lips. She continued moaning as her lips moved against mine in perfect sync, her hands cupped my face, holding me in place.

She pulled away, coming up for air. Her eyes locked on mine, as one of her hands glided down over my chest and abs. She wrapped her hand around the base of my thick length. Her hand felt so good wrapped around my c**k. She began to stroke my d**k slowly, uncertainty in her movements. It was real and perfect. I shuddered and gasped, fighting the need to close my eyes, because it felt too good, too real. ” Keep moving your hand just like that. It feels so good, my queen.”

For every movement she made stroking my d**k, I increased the pace my finger moved inside her. Her walls were throbbing and pulsating around my finger. She was close. I worked a second finger inside her. She cried out as her body arched, and her hand tightened around my c**k, making me groan. “Shh it’s okay, I know you are close, my queen.”

I gave her a minute to adjust to my two fingers buried deep inside her. The moment she started moving her hand on my c**k, I began to move my fingers. Slowly I thrust my fingers inside her faster and faster. The wet sloppy sounds of my fingers penetrating her p***y and her loud moans, filled the car. Her hand started moving faster on my c**k. I couldn’t hold back my moans anymore, but I still needed her to come

first.

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