I stroked myself from root to tip.
“From now on, every time I sit at the head of this table, I’m going to imagine when I fucked you on it.”
A mewl rolled from her, and she lifted her ass a little from the wood.
“You want it, Brinley? You want this?”
She shoved her fingers into her pussy then lifted them to my mouth. “Why don’t you have a taste for yourself and see?”
Vixen.
Seductress.
I sucked them deep, lapping her up as I fully stepped up to the table.
Committing a thousand sins as I brought my tip to her lips, running the barbell that ran through my head over her clit.
She clawed and clutched at me before I shifted and shoved in.
We both arched.
Knocked the fuck out.
Bliss in a beat.
Her walls throbbed around me as she struggled to adjust.
“Silas,” she rasped.
I took her by the knees, still buried deep. “This is so you know you’ll have this part of me, too. Just give me a little time, and I promise you, there will be no secrets between us.”
“I trust you.”
“Good.”
Then I fucked her right on Crimson Crows’s table. Thrusting into her in rough, rigid strokes.
Knocking the breath out of her with every stroke. Our bodies colliding, rocking and gripping.
Her fingers in my cut and my hands on her hips.
Lifting her every time I surged forward.
Sweat drenched our flesh as the type of pleasure neither of us thought we’d find spun us into ecstasy.
She moaned and shouted and I didn’t give a fuck if the whole MC heard.
Because she was mine, and it was fucking time everyone knew it.
FIFTY-SIX
SILAS
I knelt soI could snatch Brinley’s underwear from the floor then slowly worked them back up her legs. Staring up at her as I did.
Ragged pants jutted from her chest and wisped from her mouth.
My girl still trembling from the aftershocks.
