“Your tits are sensitive,” he said.
What should she say?
“Lie back.”
Taking her time, she lay back against the pillows and stared at him. He placed a hand over her mouth as he went back to sucking on her ni**les. He tugged on the bud, flicking across the tip then back again. Butch bit down creating a small spark of pain that was transformed into pleasure as he sucked on the tip.
His hand stopped her from making any sounds. She liked the feel of him holding her down, in place. She was there for his will alone.
Butch moved onto the next breast, devoting his time to each nipple then pulling back again. He lavished time on each never moving from one bud to the next. She was going crazy with the sensation he was building with her. Butch took his sweet time with each nipple. Her pu**y was on fire with need. When he sat back she saw the hard ridge of his length. Cheryl craved to feel the hard length of him inside her, drawing the pleasure out until she came over his cock.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked.
She reached out, tracing the outline of his cock. “I want to see you.”
Quick movements had him naked, and the length of him stood proud. He was swollen and red. The tip glinted in the light. His pr**cum already soaked the tip.
“This is what you do to me,” he said, grabbing his shaft. She watched him draw back the foreskin as he worked his length.
He was so large. She’d not been with any other man other than Alex. The ink decorated Butch’s skin, and she didn’t know what to do or say. Butch took over. He took hold of her hand and slid it around his length.
“Hold me like this.” He tightened her grip around his length to suit his need. “I want to know that you want this as much as I do.”
She looked down at his large cock. Her hand wasn’t small or delicate. Following his directions, she worked from the root to the tip then back down again. He growled, thrusting his h*ps as she worked his cock.
“This is so f**king perfect,” he said. He shoved her nightgown off even as she touched his cock. “I want to see you naked.”
He tore the gown from her body leaving her naked. “That’s it, baby.”
His gaze left hers and started to look down the length of her body. “Do you know how hot you’re making me?”
She felt his c**k pulse in her hand.
“Yes, I know. I can feel what I’m doing to you.”
“Yeah, I want inside your body, baby. I can’t wait to hear you begging for my cock.” He leaned down, kissing her lips. She released his shaft to sink her fingers into his hair.
“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.” He pulled away, placing her hand back around his cock.
His hand caressed down her body, touching her ni**les then dipped down to her stomach. Butch was driving her crazy with need. “Please, I want you. I need you.”
“I’m going to give you everything you need.”
“Yes, please, f**k me. I need you.”
He shook his head. “I’m not f**king you yet. That will come in time.”
She growled in frustration at the budding need within her.
Butch cupped her between her thighs. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. You want to come on my fingers?”
She nodded, touching his cock. He groaned, thrusting into her hand.
Fingers slid through her sex, touching her clit.
He glided down to thrust two fingers inside her core. His thumb pressed to her clit, rubbing. She was so wet it was easy for him to move his fingers within her. The jewel of pr**cum glinting in the light called to her. She wanted to taste him and give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Leaning forward, she opened her lips and sucked him inside. Butch cursed, and the digits inside her stilled.
“Holy shit.” The curse echoed around the room.
Sucking on his cock, she swallowed down every drop of his pr**cum as he worked her pu**y. Sensation and pleasure mingled together making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
Butch played with her pu**y, thrusting fingers inside her then sliding his thumb over her clit.
The smallest touch set her off. She came apart as Butch exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed down his cum through the erotic haze blurring her vision.
Releasing his cock, she watched him licking his fingers of her juices.
“Cheryl, baby, you’re so f**king perfect.”
She smiled, and then the next sound kept her frozen. Matthew was opening his bedroom door. Diving for her robe, she hated the fact she couldn’t bask in what they did. “I’ll, erm, I’ll go and do his breakfast.”
Butch was smiling. “We’re going to have to time this better.”
She chuckled, leaving the room.
****
The following Monday Butch had no choice but to get back to work. He stayed in the back, happy to no longer be dealing with customers. After what happened at the fair he’d heard plenty of people whispering about what was going on. He was waiting for Alex to show his face. The moment he saw Alex, he was going to hurt the bastard. There was no way he was letting Alex near Cheryl unless he was sure that no harm would come to either his woman or Matthew. Butch knew he needed to get out of the habit of seeing Matthew as his own.
Since he made his presence and relationship known with Cheryl, she’d become tense around him. Sunday morning, touching each other had helped to fix a few problems, but it hadn’t stopped the occasional tension he felt.
He and Cheryl were making progress. There was no way he’d let Alex destroy his future with Cheryl. He finished washing the dishes that came in from the front of the café. Cleaning away the trash he took his time around the back to clean up the mess. He put all the leftover bags into the trashcan ready to be taken away.
“I never thought I’d see this with my own eyes.”
Butch didn’t recognize the male voice. Turning he saw a smartly dressed man staring back at him. There were three bodyguards close to him. The suit and general privileged attitude that came from him gave him away.
“I take it you’re Gonzalez?” Butch asked.
It had to be Gonzalez. There was no other reason for a man in a business suit to be looking for him.
He wiped his hands down his jeans facing the man he once recalled meeting as a boy.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” Gonzalez said.
“I survived. You should have gotten your dad to finish off the job all those years ago. Maybe he was too much of a pu**y to do the job right.”
“My father was weak. He thought he was tough, but he couldn’t kill a kid. Strange, really, he could kill women and whores but not kids.” Gonzalez looked amused.