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Because he couldn’t get enough of her.
And if he came now, he wouldn’t have had enough. Not yet.
But he also couldn’t tell her to stop since he was having a hard time forming his thoughts into words. So, he yanked roughly on her hair and when she gasped, he broke her mouth free from his now sensitive flesh.
Using her hair, he jerked her up, her hands grasping his arms for balance as she continued to rise and fall, not once breaking her rhythm. He kept pulling until her head dropped back far enough to arch both her back and her neck, exposing the delicate line of her throat and those tits he was about to worship.
Curling up from his waist, he kept his hands tightly fisted in her long black hair, as he sank his teeth at the side of her throat, scraping them down her pounding pulse, pausing only for a second to suck at the hollow before using his teeth to score each nipple. One. The other. Tucking one hard tip between his teeth, causing her breathing to stop as well as her movement.
With her hair still held prisoner and that delicate, vulnerable tip held hostage, he gently scissored his teeth back and forth, feeling her whole body begin to tremble. Her pussy squeezed and released, squeezed and released, as she circled her hips only enough to grind down on his dick. Her subtle attempt at taking back control.
But he was done with that.
He had let her have what he wanted her to have. Now he would take them both where he wanted them to be.
He unlocked his jaw, releasing the tip, then sucked as much of her into his mouth as he could. Keeping one hand buried in her hair, he dropped his other arm to wrap it around her hips, then began to thrust up.
He moved his mouth up from her swollen, wet nipple back to her throat, burying his face there, sucking her skin as she moved faster, slamming herself down on him every time he powered up.
Her whimpers filled his ears.
“Come, baby. Let me feel you soak me,” he grunted against her neck, using her hips to jerk her down as he drove up even harder.
So fucking deep.
So fucking wet.
He couldn’t wait until there was nothing between them. Until when he came, he filled her. So when he pulled out, something of him would remain. A reminder of who she belonged to.
Of who he belonged to.
Because she might not know it yet, but she held him just as tightly as he did her.
“Give me you,” he demanded, pulling a whimper and a shudder from her. “Give me everything.”
“Trip,” came out on a shaky breath.
Her body tightened and arced as she drove down one more time and he met her there at the bottom.
She convulsed intensely around him, making him lose his fucking mind.
Because that’s what he was, lost.
Inside of her.
But he was also found.
The pressure inside him exploded as he latched onto her neck, coming deep, his dick twitching, his breathing labored.
And even though he stilled as he rode that high, she slowly and gracefully continued to rise and fall. Her pussy squeezing, milking every last drop from him.
She not only gave him everything, she took everything from him, too.
He was okay with that.
No. More than okay. Everything finally seemed right in his world.
His future set.
Now more determined than ever to remain on the path which was clear to him.
With the club, the businesses and Stella.
He needed to stake his claim on his woman at the next meeting because he was never fucking letting her go.
Never.
At fifteen he was too young and clueless to see it.
At thirty-five, he saw it as plain as day.
His woman.
His ol’ lady.
His partner.
The mother of his children.
His. Queen.
“Today was a good fuckin’ day.”
It was late, she was half asleep, but he was right. It was the best fucking day. She couldn’t deny it.
“The ride was nice,” she murmured, her eyes still closed. Her ass was sore from the long ride. Her nipples were a bit tender from his teeth and mouth, and her pussy a little worn out, but satisfied, from all the pounding. Not only from when she was on top, but from when he was ready to hit it again twenty minutes later.
Trip might be in his mid-thirties, but she swore he had a libido of an eighteen-year-old.
She voiced no complaints about that. Thirties were sexual prime time for a woman. She just never expected to find someone to explore that time with. Nor had she been looking.
But he found her.
“Havin’ you on my sled, bein’ surrounded by my brothers, was more than nice.”
“I was surprised you wanted me to come along.” And that was true since she was the only female on the ride. She figured the club’s first run together would be used as bonding time for the guys, to solidify their new brotherhood.
