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“Tell me,” he urged.

“Please,” she said into the pillow on the couch.

“I can’t hear you.” A third finger stretched her.

Stars danced in her vision. Her breaths were short gasps. Her body was on fire.

“Louder, Kitten.” His teeth grazed her ear, and his fingers flicked against her clit.

She twitched and writhed beneath him, needing more.

“Please,” she repeated.

“Please, what?”

Words were hard. Where were they? What did she want?

“Your cunt is hot and greedy, waiting for me, but I’m not going to do anything until you ask me.”

He twisted his fingers within her, and she groaned. This was the worst and most exquisite torture she had ever endured.

“You can do it, Kitten. Just make the request.”

Ask! To end her exquisite misery, all she had to do was say what she craved. Put together syllables. Speak.

“Please,” was all she could muster.

He groaned and pressed his thumb harder against her clit while working his fingers in and out of her pussy.

She panted, desperate to catch her breath. With each inward motion, he pushed her closer to the edge of the orgasmic cliff. If only he would shove her off.

“You can do it. Say what you need.”

“Cock!” she blurted. “Your cock. Please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said before he withdrew his fingers.

He slapped at the sides of her thighs, and she jumped. The tingle from the contact shot straight to her clit like a lightning bolt and made her pussy pulse again.

A freight train barreled into her as he plunged his dick inside her pussy. There was no hesitation. Kev wasn’t gentle. The force of his thrust smashed her against the couch, and the breath flew from her lungs. She would scream if she could, but her voice was gone.

“Tight,” he growled as he dragged his cock back slowly before he plowed inside her again, just as hard as before.

Kelsey soared through the clouds as his full length drilled into her. This was ecstasy. His balls slapped against her as he rapidly, and repeatedly, thrust, taking his pleasure from her.

Every muscle in her body tightened. Her eyes opened, but she saw nothing clearly. All that mattered was the sensation of being fucked. She clawed at the cushions, pushing against him. Kelsey reveled in the passion of being taken by this feral beast of a biker and lost herself to the first orgasm of the evening.

10

Kevlar

Kevlar shouldn’t have slept with Kelsey—in both senses of the word. Mere hours ago, she was assaulted by a Scorpion. Fucking her wasn’t right. Then again, when had he concerned himself with the right thing? His entire existence was based on doing wrong. Banging Kelsey was par for the course.

With the woman snuggled against his side, her head on his chest, the two of them lay on the floor wrapped in a throw blanket. He watched the room brighten. Outside, the sun rose. A new day had started.

He couldn’t stick around. There was a ton of shit to do. Reclaiming his home territory would take a lot of work.

One night off was enough.