Proven (Motorcycle Club Romance): Axel and Paige 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 8) Read Free Page A

them contract even tighter. I fisted the sheets, trying to stay as still as he asked. Instead of his mouth, this time his fingers rubbed, plucked, rolled, and teased the taut buds, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my clit. My heels dug into the bed, wanting—no needing, to move as he continued the sweet torture. After toying with my nipples for several minutes, he leaned up and away. 
     
    “Axel?” My mind spun with possibilities for whatever was coming next.
     
    “You have the most perfect, responsive tits, baby. I’m pretty sure I could get you off by just playing with them.” He pinched one, making me moan. “Do you think so, baby?”
     
    I nodded. “Anytime you touch me, I get off.”
     
    “Mmm, well let’s see how you like this.” The next thing I knew, something hard tweaked my nipples, not letting go.
     
    “Nipple clamps?” I asked. I’d never worn them before, but Gina swore by them. She said it brought her to new heights.
     
    “Are they too tight?” Axel adjusted them, giving the chain between the two a tiny tug.
     
    It was like a physical connection straight down to my clit, making me crave more. “No, it’s really good.”
     
    He tugged again. “You like?”
     
    Again, my head arched back. “Yes,” I hissed.
     
    He tugged a third time, just as his fingers returned to my mound, spreading me wide. One hand continued to gently pull on the chain with the clamps while his mouth expertly devoured my clit, flicking and sucking. Waves of euphoric desire surged, my orgasm overtaking me, and I screamed Axel’s name in pleasure.
     
    He didn’t let up, instead plunging first one, and then a second, finger deep inside me, pumping in and out as he continued licking my clit. “Holy fuck, Axel, I’m coming.”
     
    He growled, the vibrations only adding to my pleasure as I rocked into his face, seeking a second release. His mouth let go of my clit, blowing warm air softly on it as he gave the chain another sharp tug. His fingers never let up, the contrast of soft and sharp, cold and hot, fast and slow were too much, and a second orgasm ripped through me.
     
    My body fell back into the bed, feeling like a limp noodle after the workout he just put me through. Running a finger up my belly, he kissed my lips as he removed the clamps, followed by the blindfold. I sighed in bliss, still euphoric after those two amazing orgasms. Blinking up at Axel, I wanted to make him feel as fantastic as he did for me.
     
    “That was amazing,” I told him, sighing. “But now it’s your turn.”
     
    Axel’s eyes widened as I sat up and pushed his chest down into the bed. I moved down his chest, lightly scraping my nails along his chiseled skin, just enough to keep him on his toes. The muscles of his stomach constricted as he groaned. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
     
    I tugged his boxer briefs down until his rigid cock sprang free. Licking my lips, I wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft, while I cupped his heavy sac with the other, gently rolling and massaging them. Axel’s head fell back, letting out a low growl. “Fuckin’ A, woman. You’re drivin’ me crazy.”
     
    Gaining a little confidence, I squeezed his shaft, my hand sliding up and down, and my tongue darted out, tasting the bit of precum on the tip.
     
    Axel groaned in bliss. “Holy fuck, Paige. You are driving me crazy, babe.”
     
    I continued to work him, stroking and sucking, tightening my lips as I reached the head, then loosening back so I could take him deep in my throat. My hand tugged lightly on his heavy sac, rolling the balls in my hand. He reached down, smoothing my hair back so he could watch as I blew him, his legs practically vibrating.
     
    Loving how excited I made him, I pumped him in and out of my mouth even faster, his fingers fisting in my hair the deeper I took him. His legs stiffened, and I knew he was close, but, before he had a chance to come, he pulled me up and off of him, flipping me onto my back