The Serpentine Syndicate MC: Manix

Chapter 32

This chapter is almost completely smut. Please feel free to skip if it's not for you. -Peace and Love, Jess.

The party had continued long and jubilant, after the buzz presented by the engagement. The atmosphere beyond special given the men weren't used to the novelty of a wedding and yet remained congratulatory and content over the prospect of ours. The ring that lay resting on the smooths of my finger, served to many as a conversation. An expression of delight and a curiosity to view the physical sigh of our impending commitments.

I'd caught myself staring at the unusual band many time during the night, the ring feeling heavy. Not in weight or price, but in the symbolism and meaning it carried. The solitaire square cut diamond, resting against the smooth silver band.

Aldo had long fallen asleep, taking refuge in his room on the compound base. The trip to the waterfalls this morning, paired with the experience of asking me to be his mom had exhausted the child completely. This did however, leave Keaton and I the entirety of our home to ourselves.

His impassioned nature throughout the night, led me to believe that tonight's actions would be exhilarating and one to remember. Even as we ambled across the yard, back to the home we shared. His hands had remained situated across my lower back. Gracing the curves of my ass and teasing me with suspense.

The sound of the door locking behind me, had the effect a buzzer would have at the Olympics. My body turning fast towards the door to face him, praying I'd read the non verbal ques correctly. Though pleased when his body stalked forward, pushing me hard against the smooth, cold leather of the sofa. Just seeing the glint within his eyes, had my breath hitched caught in the depths of my throat. The seductive look alone causing an ache in my lower body and the need to see his naked form.

Hooking my fingers between the loops of his jeans, I engaged his weight to be resting atop of mine. His hand surging to grasp the back of my neck, the other brushing the grooves of my waist.

'I've been wanting to fuck you like this since the first night we slept together'.

My lips parted, the shock of his statement allowing his mouth to crash against mine. He appeared to be a fervent supporter of dominating my body, mind and soul, even hinting it previously. His desire to hold back during past intercourse, scared he would push me too far and revert me back to my past. Though hearing him confirm his assertive side, did little but cause the creaminess between my thighs to continue.

Tonight felt different to the past times together. Sure I'd felt happy and loved previously, but the attitudes tonight was one of extreme lust and heat. He read me well, knew he could act on his impulses, fuck me hot and heavy and I was ready for all he could offer.

Time seemed to stop, but the hunger only intensified. His hand racing up the slopes of my breasts. Squeezing each one unceremoniously, whilst never breaking the kiss between us.

My knees were growing weak, both hands reaching back to grip the head of the sofa for support. My nipples hard against the pressure of his fingertips, circling around them. I could feel the suction caused by his mouth pulling on the skin of my neck, stopping interchangeably to nibble on the sensitive spot.

The belt looked constricting in his position, so my hands worked on removing it for him. This seemed to entice a deeper desire with my man, as he pulled away from my neck. Looping his arms under my legs, hoisting me to straddle his torso. Carrying me off towards the bedroom.

Kissing me quick before my head hit the fabric of the mattress, all bets were off. Like hungry animals we pulled one another's clothes off our bodies, distributing the mess around the crevices of the room.

It was near impossible to not feel self conscious, laying on the bed like the day I was born. But the large smile as he took me in, left me feeling accomplished. His muscles sinfully gorgeous, oozing with a mix of male endorphins and his woodsy scent.

'I love the way your pussy drips, the way I've got you clenching before I've even entered'.

My back arched wanting nothing more than to be filled immediately. Stepping over his pants, hoisting himself above me. The crooks of his knees and elbows held all the weight, as he kissed from my neck to lower thighs.

Placing his hand on the entrance of my womanhood, my body growled for him. Stretching further until my feet hung off the sides of the bed, allowing him full and complete access. My belly tightened as he inserted his thick digit into the depths of my core, his thumb rubbing against my swollen nub. My back arching once again in pure ecstasy as he pulled in and out, inserting more fingers as he went. The pre cum was evident on the tip of his penis, another confirmation he too could not wait to be inside me.

Feeling the first orgasm of many building, the sheets began to bunch under the clutches of my hands. My legs jolting back against the firmness of his own. I could hardly stop the sounds of passion that continued to escape my lips, the moans and begs to go faster. As he continue his assault across my body. My breath was ragged, his hands doing well to exert the liquid from my body.

My fingers began to roam the waves of his hair, as he licked the juices between my legs like a baby starved of milk.

'I love you'. I managed to whisper chaotically into the air. A light breeze settling in between us, as he moved to reposition himself.

'I love you too'.

He allowed his fingers to run over my swollen lips, permitting me to suck any reminisce of juices off. Eye contact never ceasing between us. In that moment I knew, I knew I didn't need Keaton to fix me, mould me into some sort of male pleaser. Instead sharing myself with him, allowing him to throw me on the bed and lose discipline of himself, was the highest form of pleasure and control I could ask for.

I pulled on his shoulders, until he understood my need for him to enter me. I could feel him coating his length in the newly created juices of my pussy. The slight pressure as he lined his penis against my opening, had my eyes scrunching shut in anticipation. Before my breath was even complete, he had entered me. Sliding closer and closer until our chests aligned. Once my breath became fluid, his body became wild and free. Moving within me, gaining speed with every thrust.

It was non comparable to anything my body had experienced before, his grunts mixed within the sound of my screams. I could sense the familiar feel of an orgasm building, as my body raised further, applying more pressure to my sweet spot.

'I don't think I can-'

'Cum for me'. His voice almost inaudible against the blood pumping and the resounding beats of my heart.

Simultaneously, his eyes rolled backwards as mine closed. No longer could I hold out, releasing the built up pressure against the penis inside me. The waves of passion, causing my stomach to contract, whimpering underneath him. Seconds later he followed suit, his hips thrusting one final time shaking with pure accomplishment as his seed released against the walls of my pussy. Milking him dry as my hands clung intensely to the rough skin of his back.

Both unable to fully catch a breath, he pulled me to him. Letting the last of our orgasms mix with one another. Before stroking the sweat dampened hair off my face and embracing me in his hold.

'Goodnight my love'.

'Goodnight my old man'.