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“Good girl,” he praised. He straddled my waist and cupped my breasts then slid his dick in between them. Back and forth, he slid his cock between my breasts. “I always wanted to fuck your gorgeous tits.”
I whimpered when he backed away, but my disappointment didn’t last long. He bent forward and kissed my mouth while he stroked his cock. I moved his hand and stroked him. He groaned as I twirled my grasp around his shaft. Never once did he stop devouring my mouth. He thrust two fingers inside of me, going straight for my g-spot that was still sensitive. The raw uninhibited craving to come again hit me like a ton of bricks, and before my core contracted, he grabbed his dick and thrust inside me.
I felt full like my body was made for him.
“Oh God, please don’t stop. Harder… Ahh … yes … yes … just like that.”
“There’s my girl.”
I wanted it rough.
Hard.
Demanding.
I wanted him to brand me.
Mark me.
Make me his.
Leaving nothing but destruction in his wake like always.
“Tell me you love my cock inside of you. Tell me you never want me to stop fucking you. Tell me or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”
The familiar response of wanting to come made its way down my core, and I started to completely come apart again.
“Yes…” was all I could muster, not wanting to use the word love with him.
Our breathing and panting were in sync. It only took a few more thrusts, grunts, and groans, and we came at the exact same time.
“You’re mine, Belle Hawkins. All mine.” His tone was laced with pure possession.
And for a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in him.
Chapter 13
—Belle—
Then: One week later
Rebel Rider: I have to tell you something.
It was late, past midnight, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had to tell him the truth. Despite what might happen between us.
Full Throttle: Oh, yeah? What’s that?
Rebel Rider: I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just didn’t know how to say it without upsetting you. Last week, I ended up going to that race war, and one thing led to another… The cops showed up, I jumped on the back of some guy’s bike, but to make a long story short, it was Tristian. He saved me from getting hurt, then made sure my parents didn’t find out where I really was.
Full Throttle: Are you okay?
Rebel Rider: Yes, no. I don’t know. He outsped the cops, and we had to hide out in an alley for a while. We started talking. He told me some stuff that he’s never told anyone. Or, at least, that’s what he claimed. I guess it made my hate for him lessen a little bit.
Full Throttle: What are you not saying?
Rebel Rider: He kissed me. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that night, but I didn’t want to make you mad. I mean, not that you should be mad… I’m just saying, in case you would be. Things between us seem to be getting closer, and I like you. A lot.
Full Throttle: What about Tristian?
