Vindication: A Motorcycle Club Romance by Sienna Valentine Page A

free hand, cupped her jaw and tilted her eyes up so
they were looking into his.
     
    “Listen,” he said quietly, his lips
brushing against hers as he spoke. “This week has been hell. I know you’re a quality
woman, and I don’t want to disrespect you. But there is nothing in the world I
want more right now than to kiss you, and not stop kissing you until we can’t
feel our own faces anymore.”
     
    Everything about the darkness in his
voice told her he was sincere, and Bridget had never ached so badly for anyone
in her life. She panted lightly against Ghost’s lips and nuzzled her face into
his. “Ghost…”
     
    “Tell me you want it,” he whispered.
His body pushed against hers, grinding. Already his cock was raging hard
against her leg, and it made Bridget wet with need. “Tell me whatever you want,
and I’ll give it to you. Just tell me.” She heard a plastic crinkle as he
dropped the flowers next to their feet. He ran his other hand up the smoothness
of her bare leg, over the curve of her thigh, around her ass to pull her close.
     
    Nothing else was in Bridget’s mind
for that moment except Ghost. He pushed her against the front door and groped
at her ass until she wrapped her leg around his waist.
     
    “I want it,” said Bridget in a
breathy whisper. “I want it. I want you.”
     
    Ghost’s only reply was to smash his
lips on hers in a ferocious kiss, lapping at her like he had been starving to
kiss her all his life. The hand on her jaw pulled her closer, tighter; the
other rubbed her bare thigh and snaked its fingers up underneath the hem of her
shorts to feel her ass. Bridget threw her arms around his neck and clung to
him, moaning as she felt his growing erection pushing against her.
     
    Like teenagers, they groped at each
other in the doorway, making out, until Ghost moved his swollen, wet lips down
her jaw and neck, leaving tiny little bite marks along the way that made
Bridget cry out in pleasure. With his mouth and grateful hands, he slowly made
his way down Bridget’s body until he was on his knees in front of her. He undid
the button fly on her shorts with his teeth as he ran his hands up and down her
bare legs, and all Bridget could do was writhe under his touch and pant his
name.
     
    Ghost pulled her shorts down off her
body until they were pooled at her ankles. Underneath, she had worn her
favorite pair of sexy underwear: a pair of black, lace-top panties that
accentuated the curve of her athletic ass. She swore she heard Ghost gasp when
he saw them. He ran his hands up the back of her legs and cupped her ass in his
big hands as he rubbed his face lovingly against her, nibbling and prodding gently
with his lips at the outer nerves of her pussy. After a few moments, he
carefully moved the panties from her body, leaving her completely bare below
the waist.
     
    “Baby, thank you,” he said as he put
his hands between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “It is my sincere
pleasure to be down here.”
     
    Before Bridget could respond, Ghost
bent down and sucked her clit into his mouth. The sensation was staggering in
its pleasure; she couldn’t remember the last time a man had eaten her out.
Bridget’s head lolled back against the door and her eyes closed. She pawed at
Ghost’s shaven head as he lapped at her wetness, using his hands to pull open
her lips and run his flat tongue over her hole and clit. It wasn’t long before
Bridget could feel her orgasm building, and Ghost held onto her hips as she
came with a loud cry, gushing her juices all over his tongue. He lapped it up
happily and, while her pussy was still wracked with aftershock, pushed two
fingers inside her until she was writhing on his hand like a puppet.
     
    “Oh, fuck, Ghost,” she moaned,
clawing at his shoulders. Her legs were starting to shake from the intensity
and from her orgasm. Ghost pumped his fingers inside her at an achingly slow
pace, a smile on his face as he watched each time he hit her G-spot.