The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 3 (MC Chronicles #3) (33 page)

“Twice when I was drunk, I found myself at your door instead of my own.” he admits and tries to jerk away. I don’t let him. I thread my fingers through his hair and force his lips to continue brushing mine.

“Don’t ever be afraid to tell me how ya feel. Or feel guilty for shit that’s now in the past. I thought we’d talked about all this already. I didn’t know ya had all this pent up. I’m always here to talk,” I trail off. What else can I really do or say to get through to him? Yes I have lots more I need to know. Yeah, I’m still not completely over the blow job or what might have happened when he was on the run. But what he’s talking about is of no issue. The rest I will pull out of him one way or another in due time.

Now, I know what I’ve gotta do.

Kissing the corner of his mouth I center my inner strength. “You wanna know how I feel when you tell me all this?” I ask not because I want to confess my feelings. I don’t. But I know he wants to hear them, and that’s the only thing I have to offer him. Me. All of me. What else do I really have to give? Nothing.

“Y-esss,” he hisses his answer so profoundly that I feel the palpable need pour from his lips, soak into my flesh, and head straight to my heart. My heart beats faster, harder, more full of life, as it heeds his call. His need. His vulnerability.

Placing a lingering kiss upon his lips, I soak in his warmth and muster up the courage of what I’m about to do, as I listen to the shed’s door creak in the background opening then closing.

“I feel closer to you,” I breathe to his mouth and remove one hand from his hair to delicately run down his neck, his pec, his side, and down to his hip before I slip my fingers between us to grasp his hardness.

“Fu-ckk… babe,” he groans on contact, and his hips involuntarily thrust forward, roughly fucking himself into my palm.

I place a final kiss to the corner of his parted lips and lower myself flat on my feet. I take a step back and look down at my hand wrapped around his thickness. My fingers don’t touch. But damn if his cock doesn’t look amazing in my hand. The thick pounding veins. The darkness of his skin compared to the pale of mine. The fullness of his thick head as it drips pre-come. The impressive length. All of it is sexy, beautiful, erotic, and most of all, it’s mine.

Stroking him from base to tip, I stop at his head and swirl in his pre-come. My mouth begins to water, and I bite my inner cheek to stifle a moan. I want to taste him.

“Sugar Tits,” he groans with pleasure, dropping his head forward, eyes glistening with feral intent.

Faintly dusting my other fingers down his chest and abs, I trace a finger along his hip until it too draws closer to what I desire. Running the tip of my finger through his scant hair and around the base of his cock that I still grasp, I give it a languid tug as my other hand moves to his balls. I cup them in my palm and close around them, feeling their weight and reveling in it. They’re just as beautiful and lickable as his flawless dick.

I want to suck them into my mouth.

He groans his approval, and I feel my pussy dampen further, soaking into the fabric of my shorts. My nipples harden, brushing the fabric of the shirt, exciting them. “Do you know how sexy these are?” I tug, applying light pressure to his sac.

His hips lurch forward. “Fuuu-cckk!” he hisses.

“Do you?” I tug harder, and his body responds, shuddering as he blows out a shaky breath.

“No—nobody’s ever…done… that before,” he forces out.

“Done what?” I know what he means, and I give him a little more of it when I grip his cock and pump him as I squeeze harder on his sac, feeling his balls shift deliciously under my fingers.

His body seems to take on a mind of its own when it seeks more, quaking with abandon. The harder I squeeze, the more he responds. His cock grows harder than I think I’ve ever seen before as it throbs in my hand. He moans, and his eyes give away his need. All of it. The eyes are the key to any man’s soul, and Big’s opening it all up for me, right here, right now.

I know what I have to do. This is it. There’s no turning back now. I can do it.

Knowing I have Big’s body craving me and my touch, and it is consumed with the need to come, I crouch, bringing his dick mere inches from my watering mouth. I lick my lips.

“What’re you doin’?” he croaks nervously.

I don’t respond. I know this has to be done. I know it’s cruel and the wrong way to do this. This is my chance, and I’m going to take it. He’s ready. I’m ready. He wants his beatings to mean something, and I want this to mean even more.

I don’t hesitate when I bring my lips to the crown of his erection and poke my tongue out to sample the salty pre-come.

“No!” he roars, jerking backward, away from my mouth and my touch. I refuse to let go. My hand grips his shaft tighter, and I release his balls to keep myself from falling. This isn’t the easiest position to be in when pregnant. But I can do this. I
will
do this.

I move forward again, more determined than before, and suck his thick head into my mouth. He howls and thrashes in anger, trying to escape. The sounds of the chains violently crashing echo in the shed, but I know he won’t hurt me. Just as I won’t let him go. He has nowhere to run.

Swirling my tongue around his head as it rests in my mouth, my hand pumps his shaft as I relish in the flavor of him. He’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted. His masculine scent engulfs me like a drug.

“Don’t do this. Please,” he pleads raggedly.

Disregarding his desperation, I suck him further into my mouth, taking him into the back of my throat and holding him there, where I can no longer breathe. My eyes lift to meet his, and I take in his face. It’s broken; there’s no other way to describe it. Knowing that I’m causing the pain, not only makes my heart ache for him, it rips me apart inside because I’m doing this to him. I know it’s cruel that I’m the one causing his eyes to water with pain and his lip to tremble. It’s not easy. But I have to.

I slide him out just so the tip rests inside my mouth, and he jerks backward. It plops out with a wet sound. “Big,” I keep hold of him and move in to reclaim the connection.

“You’re not a whore!” he shouts. “Don’t you fuckin’ do this!”

I stall, but continue to stroke him, using my saliva as lube. “You wanna know how I feel?” My hand glides up his smooth steel and back down. He grunts his pleasure, although I can tell he wishes he felt none.

I don’t wait for a reply when I continue. “I’m turned on,” I explain.

An unreadable expression flashes across his face quicker than I can decipher before it returns to something entirely different. He’s no longer sad. Angry? Maybe. I dunno what. It’s something I don’t know if I’ve ever seen before.

Big doesn’t reply, so I keep going. “All I wanna do is suck my man’s cock. I want him to come in my mouth, and I want it to be the last mouth he ever comes in.”

I sigh, “Shit, I don’t even know what happened on the run or with that blonde. And right now, I don’t care. All I know is my old man scared me to death last night after I’d spent some shitty time with my mother. And all I wanted was to spend some time with him in his arms. Then I wake up with his mouth on my pussy. The next thing I know I’m in here watching the love of my life gettin’ his ass handed to him by a man I love and respect. And for what? So you can right your wrongs? To show me you love me?”

Shaking my head, I laugh humorlessly. “Don’t you think I know ya love me? I also know ya wanna protect me. You’ve kept some pretty shitty secrets from me that we’re just gonna have to deal with. But you feelin’ guilty for shit that doesn’t even matter has gotta go. Same with you havin’ an issue with me suckin’ your dick….”

I grip him harder and he grunts, his eyes still on me. “You want me to forgive you? Then give this to me. Let me show you that the woman you love who loves you back can give you pleasure this way. You need to understand, Big, whores aren’t the only ones who belong on their knees. Old ladies who serve their men do too.”

A single tear drips down Big’s cheek and moments pass before we say anything. I know I just let my own gates open, and he’s got a helluva lot to digest. I give him time to come to terms with my words.

Clearing his throat, Big breaks the silence. “You’re agreein’ to be my old lady?” he asks.

Out of all the things he coulda said, I wasn’t expecting that.

I snort a laugh, grinning, “Uh, yeah, I’ve kinda always been your old lady, haven’t I?”

He fiercely growls his response and thrusts his hips toward me, bringing his cock to my mouth. “Gonna make this clear, Sugar Tits. I don’t want my old lady on her knees. I don’t fuckin’ like it one bit. So I’m gonna do this for you this one time. And after, if you wanna taste my dick, we’ll work it out another way where I get to taste that pussy and have ya comin’ on my tongue first. This one-way shit ain’t gonna work for me. Not when that pussy’s mine and should be ridin’ my face. Ya got me?”

Moistening my lips, I don’t respond and allow my actions speak for me when I take him back into my mouth. Sucking on his head, I savor his pre-come, then lave my tongue along the underside of his head and shaft, sliding him deeper.

“Fuck, babe, you’re killin’ me,” he rasps.

My hand returns to his balls and squeezes, as my lips engulf him. Slowly, I fuck my mouth with his dick, in and out, as my hand pumps his shaft. I suck him, feeling his pulse pound under my tongue. I groan my own delight at the feeling.

The smoothness of his monster is a lot to take in. I do it by sliding it down into my throat and back out again. Over and over, I fuck his cock with my mouth as he stands, his legs trembling and breathing heavy. As grunts and groans of sheer pleasure erupt between his parted lips, I move faster and roll his sac in my palm. I squeeze it harder. His legs quake, and I taste an extra burst of pre-come hit my tongue. It powers me on.
Fuck
, this is beautiful. I could come just from tasting him. He’s perfect.

My eyes watch his pleasure as I work him faster, sucking him through hallow cheeks. My lips firmly caressing his shaft with each stroke. I know he’s close. I can feel it as his cock swells in my mouth and his breathing sputters, while his eyes roll into the back of his head. His hips thrust, shoving himself deeper into my mouth. I take it all, delighting in his roughness.

“Uh!” he moans. “Fuck!” he sputters next.

Yes
…
honey, come for me.

I suck him in earnest, jacking his shaft.

“Babe, I’m…” he blows out a harsh breath. “Shit,” his entire body trembles as the chains clash brutally.

Then it happens, his body coils, and I watch as his face and neck flush red, as he holds his breath. His muscles turn ridgid. “Argh! Fuck!” he roars, unleashing the first jet of come into the back of my throat. Greedily I drink him down, as his body slackens, tremoring through his violent climax. Another shot bursts into my mouth, quickly followed by three more. A tiny bit drips from the corner of my mouth, but I keep drinking him down, sucking him through his glorious release. I stop just as he tries jerking away. I know it’s too much. He’s too sensitive, but I refuse to pull away. Gently I hold his erection between my lips until he begins to soften.

Coming off his orgasm high, Big looks down at me, his face soft and tender. I take him from my mouth and release his sac. “Fuck, Sugar Tits,” he thickly mutters, his eyes growing heavy. “I… I…. I dunno what to say.”

With a little effort, I force myself out of the uncomfortable position and stand. I wrap him in my arms, laying my head on his chest and listen to the lub-lub of his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I love you and thanks for that,” I nuzzle my cheek to his pec.

The chains rattle once more. “Babe, I love you too, but I need ya to get me down. I can smell you; ya need to come,” his voice is hoarse.

He’s right, I do. My stomach is aching from not getting off. I’ve had this happen a couple of times when I got so worked up and didn’t come. I don’t care about that right now though. My need means nothing. I got to suck Big’s dick. I got to taste him finishing in my mouth. I got to feel all of him. I know that might seem petty to some, but it means the world to me, just as he does.

“There’s keys on the table,” he explains anxiously. “Please, go get ‘em.”

I press a brief kiss to his pec before following his orders and retrieving the keys, which lay next to his discarded boxers on the table. I carry them both over to Big and stop in front of him.

He jingles the chains. “Just put ‘em in the cuffs and release me.”

Stepping forward, flush with Big, I go to my tippy toes and grab hold of the cuffs with one hand as I use the other to insert the key. I make quick work of them both. As soon as Big’s arms are freed, he envelopes me in his warmth, not caring about his flesh wounds as he holds me close. I drop the keys to the cement, curl my arms around his torso, and bury my nose in his muscled chest.

He kisses the top of my head, while his hands roam my back, feeling my curves. “I fuckin’ love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too.” My words are muffled by his chest, as I inhale his soothing scent and relax. My legs turn to Jell-O but my beautiful man holds me, keeping me safe, never to let me fall.

A hand moves up my back, my neck, and tightly threads through the base of my hair. Sharply he jerks my head back, and I grunt my surprise, snapping my wide eyes to meet his gaze. Leaning to get closer, his other hand slides down my spine and palms my ass, suggestively digging his fingers into my sensitive flesh. I gasp, and he devilishly grins, growling triumphantly in his chest.