Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)(5)

By: Phoenyx Slaughter

Her honest admission fucks me up. She says it so sweet. And there’s something inside of me that’s relieved this attraction hasn’t been one-sided.

“You sure about this, Athena? There’s no rush.” Did I really just say that? My cock’s ready to explode, she’s offering up her pussy on a silver platter, and I’m trying to talk her out of it—why?

“I’m sure.” She lifts the hem of her skirt, slowly skimming the material up then flipping it side to side, giving me glimpses of sleek, tanned thighs. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or playfulness responsible for the slow striptease. Doesn’t matter, it’s hot, whatever the reason.

Finally, she tosses the skirt on my dresser next to her shirt and stands there in a black and red lace bra and matching panties. The racy underwear contrasts with her innocent face in a way that’s sexy as fuck.

“You know those are my club’s colors?”

Pink spreads over her cheeks. “I…well…uh,” she stammers out the words and it clicks.

“You wore this for me?” It’s such a sweet, girlish thing to do and because I’m a perverted old fuck, it gets me even harder.

“Turn around.” My mouth’s so dry I have to force the words out.

Not one of my fantasies touched on how perfect she is in the flesh.

I’m breathing so heavy, I probably sound like a fucking dragon bearing down on her. I’ve never been this turned on. Not since my own first time. Many years and many women ago. Taking it slow and gentle is testing all my willpower.

I have to get my hands on her. When our bodies touch, she jumps and turns to look up at me with huge eyes. I settle my hands on her shoulders, softly stroking warm, satin skin. “Tell me what you’ve done before?”

“What? What do you mean?”

What I’m trying to figure out is how a girl this hot is still a virgin. Is she one of those virgin-whores who’s taken it in every hole except her pussy, thinking somehow that keeps her chaste? Or is she really as innocent as she’s acting?

Leaning over, I put my mouth against her ear. My thumb strokes over her bottom lip. “What I mean is, have you sucked cock? Has anyone licked your cunt? Stuff like that, sweetheart.”

Her eyes widen at my crude words and it only fires me up more.

“I, uh, I…”

She can’t form any words because my fingers slipped inside her panties to gently stroke her. Haven’t even touched her clit yet and she’s already panting. My other hand works her bra loose, setting free perky little tits. Tits begging to be held in my big hands so I can work my thumbs over her nipples until she’s thrashing against me.

“Reed,” I whisper in her ear.


“You asked what my real name is. It’s Reed. That’s what I want you screamin’ out when I fuck you.”

“Oh, oh, o-kay.” Her lips form a shaky smile. “I like that.”

“Good.” Can’t remember the last woman I bothered telling my name. Honestly, I can’t remember the last one who asked. I’m not in the habit of keeping them around long enough to get curious about things like names.

“You ever come before?”

“I, think so.”

“That’s a no.” Good, now I’ve got a plan. I need to get her off first. Because I’m ninety-nine percent certain it’ll be game over about two seconds after I squeeze my dick in her. Her body’s trembling underneath my fingers. I’m a sick fucker, because I like her on edge. Her fear feeds my inner animal who’s ready to claim every perfect inch of her. I need to speed this up.

Dipping back inside her panties, I run my fingers over her pussy lips, then up through her slit, stopping to spread her wetness over her clit. Even though I’m barely touching her, she hisses in a soft breath and wraps her fingers around my arm.

“That’s it, little one. Relax, I got you.” Her body melts into mine as I keep stroking and teasing her. Working her up until her hips jerk and chase my hand.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

“Yeah. That feel good?”


Inside I’m flippin’ out, but outside, I’m taking things nice and slow. My patience is rewarded a few minutes later when she comes, gasping and quivering on my hand.