Iron Angel

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Book: Iron Angel Read Free
Author: Kay Perry
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction, Romantic Erotica
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you work up to stripping her.”
     
    “I can’t reach up under your blouse like you can my shirt while we’re standing up. I’d have waited with the bra until you were ready.” He kissed her on the cheek and said softly in her ear, “Honest as I can be.”
     
    She laughed and pulled her blouse over her head. Then she buried her face against his shoulder and returned to rubbing her hands over the muscles of his back. She tilted her head up towards him and their mouths once again found each other. It wasn’t until her hands were working on the buttons on the front of his shirt that she felt his hands fumble with the clip on the back of her bra.
     
    “Why is it that men are such klutzes when it comes to a woman’s bra?” she asked in a breathy laugh.
     
    “Because I don’t wear one,” he answered. He pulled back slightly from her and smiled and added, “That is definitely the truth.”
     
    He ran his hand lightly across her face and added, “And I truthfully think that it’s time for us to move into the bedroom.”
     
    “If you have to say it, it isn’t true,” she answered. “Just let it be true, don’t say it is.”
     
    He nodded and picked her up in one easy motion and carried her back into the bedroom. Both Aimee and Maddox would later reflect on the fact that this night was the most honest sexual experience either of them had ever had. Aimee told him to slow down or to speed up or to move his fingers slightly or press harder or softer. And when he asked if she liked something, she didn’t always immediately say, “Yes.” This wasn’t love-making, but it wasn’t just fucking either. It was honest sex.
     
    In the morning, Aimee woke with her head on Maddox’s chest. She stroked his abdomen and thighs lightly with her hand, and watched as his manhood quickly responded to her touch. Her giggle seemed to be the final nudge that woke him up.
     
    “What’s so funny?” he asked.
     
    “I was just thinking about how easy it is to turn a man on. I didn’t touch your nipples or your cock, and yet you’re already standing at attention.”
     
    “I think women are just as easily turned on,” he replied. “But nipples don’t tent as much, and men can’t tell that your ‘light days pad’ is sopping wet between your legs. Honest answer. Am I wrong?”
     
    In reply, Aimee kissed his chest and sucked lightly on his small nipples. Then she said softly, “No, you aren’t wrong,” as she swung her leg up over his hips and centered herself over his erection.
     
    “Just lay there,” she said firmly, “and let me do all the work. I want to be in total control.”
     
    “What if I don’t want you in total control?” he asked.
     
    Instead of answering, she impaled herself on his cock and began grinding against him. She was in control and rode him to the edge of climax again and again until she finally reached her peak. Then she thrust herself hard against him and slammed herself down onto his chest as she cried out in release. They climaxed together.
     
    He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly to himself. “I love you,” he said tenderly.
     
    “I told you,” she answered. “This isn’t love making. It’s fucking.”
     
    “You also told me to be honest,” he replied.
     
    Aimee said nothing, but silently snuggled tighter into his grip.
     
    ***
     
    A week later, David Arnold was acknowledged as the new president of the Iron Angels Motorcycle Club. The official swearing in was at the club house, but immediately afterwards, everyone moved over to the Iron Angels Bar for the celebration.
     
    Maddox and Aimee didn’t attend the ceremony at the clubhouse, but when the crowd and commotion arrived, they were in the corner booth in the back where they had been each afternoon and evening since they met. He was nursing a beer. She was sipping on a Jack and Coke. The sex the past week had been fantastic, but something was changing and both of them could sense it.
     
    As

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