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I want more.
I might even… God, I’m such an idiot for even thinking it. I’m idiotic enough for thinking it that I drop to my knees suddenly and make quick work of undoing his belt and getting his pants down to his ankles. I want to focus on sex and nothing else.
But when I get my mouth on his cock, the thought is still there.
I might even be falling in love with Adrian.
I know how fucking stupid that is. I know nothing about him. Well, I know that he’s a biker and that his motorcycle club is the group of investors who own the place with Karl. I know that he’s here working and I’m pretty sure what he’s doing is illegal. I know that he’s capable of great violence. All of these things ought to make me feel less like I’m falling in love with him instead of more like I am, though. I mean, this is fucking stupid.
As I move my mouth deeper, though, I can’t help myself. I feel like him leaving will crush me.
I pour all of that energy into my blowjob. I drive my lips down hard over his cock, sucking, moaning, and sliding my tongue luxuriously over him. I move my hands sensually all over him before leaving one under his balls to caress his groin and using the other to extend the suction my mouth provides. I try hard to get him entirely in my mouth, but I can’t quite make it, so I use my hand to make up the distance.
Incredibly, I’m actually upset that I don’t have more experience giving blowjobs, because maybe if I did, I would be able to get him entirely in my throat. How crazy is that? I actually wish that I had sucked more cocks, because then maybe I’d do a better job sucking Hound’s.
He doesn’t seem to mind my lack of experience, gasping, moaning, and shuddering as I sigh and suck. His hand rests on the back of my head and I drive my lips down as far as I can, hoping he’ll get the hint and force himself into my throat.
He doesn’t do that. Instead, he grabs my hair, pulls me off, and lifts me up, tossing me onto the bed.
His lips close around my pussy, and I cry out as my orgasm hits immediately and hits hard.
“Oh God, Daddy!” I scream, “Oh God, you feel so good! Oh, Daddy, yes!”
I keep moaning and crying out as Daddy keeps suckling me to a more and more explosive orgasm. “Daddy!” I cry out, “Fuck me! Fuck me right now!”
He pulls his lips off of me, but before he fucks me, he fans my clit with his fingers. My orgasm becomes electric, as though someone plugs me into a wall outlet and I am flooded with pleasure instead of electricity. “God, Daddy!” I shriek.
Then his cock is inside me, and I can’t scream anymore. The only sound that comes out of me is a breathy moan as my body seizes up and every nerve ending focuses on enjoying every second of the orgasm he gives me.
As my body focuses entirely on the pleasure Hound gives me, my mind focuses entirely on everything else about him. He’s strong and kind, and he may be violent, but his violence is clearly reserved for other violent people. He never once behaves in any way threateningly toward me or anyone else.
He’s also funny. I’m sure he would be surprised to know that his sense of humor is one of the things I love most about him, but it is. When he’s not busy rescuing me like a badass or fucking me like a god, he makes me laugh so hard, I feel like I’m going to pass out.
He’s sweet and dorky and goofy, and it’s just so hard to reconcile the fact that he’s a biker. I mean, I thought that bikers were gangsters. I expect him to be rough and dangerous and frightening, but he isn’t. I mean, I’m sure he’s frightening as hell to the assholes who try to hurt me at the hotel and just outside the club, but he’s not frightening to me.
I scream, “Daddy!” when his orgasm sends mine right back to the stratosphere. I spend several minutes just shaking and shuddering in his arms, and that’s where I fall asleep.
The next morning, I kiss him goodbye. He smiles at me, and I force my own smile to remain as he gets onto his motorcycle and rides off. I see him wearing his cut for the first time, and something about it makes him seem even sexier than ever. I watch until his motorcycle disappears from view, then I head to my own car.
I get in the driver’s seat, but I don’t drive. I stare blankly out the window and think to myself that this is the last time I’ll be parked here. I’m parked here the past three nights, but I have no reason to come back here now that Hound is gone.
This is the last time my car will spend the night parked outside of this hotel because the man who waits for me inside isn’t waiting for me anymore.
I bury my head in my hands and burst into tears.
CHAPTER NINE
Adrian
I don’t think I can point to a time when I’m more upset than I am right now.
Everything pisses me off.
I’m at the clubhouse right now and I’m sitting in the back waiting for Guardian. I’m in trouble. That’s what happens when a guy almost ends up fighting his brothers half a dozen times over the course of three days.
All of the confrontations are my fault, too. I owe a number of apologies I probably won’t ever make.
God, I miss her.
