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“Charlie.” That was it, just my name on a breathless whisper as the last thread of pleasure left her body and she collapsed on top of me. “So good,” she murmured and swiped her tongue across my nipple.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” She yelped when I switched our positions, my cock still buried deep in her wet cunt, only deeper now that I was on top.
“Not kill, just maim, but only a little.” She giggled as her pussy clamped down on my cock. Tiny aftershocks made her whole body tremble beneath me. “What are you gonna do about it?”
I gripped her hips hard and pushed into her, hard and fast and frantic because, goddammit, I just couldn’t get enough of this woman. My hips didn’t stop to ponder why it was Savannah Rhymer of all people to make me react this way. My cock didn’t care either, I just wanted her.
Her.
No-fucking-body else.
Her second orgasm rose, forceful and electric, the pulsing of her pussy swallowing my cock to untold depths, sending bolts of thunder through my bloodstream.
“Charlie, oh yes! Fuck yeah, Charlie!” Her body twitched and convulsed, bringing plump tits within tasting distance of my mouth and I reached out, pulled a soft pink nipple between my teeth and nibbled. Hard.
“Fuu-uuuck!” she groaned.
I grunted as her pussy tightened even harder, tearing the orgasm from my body and milking my cock until it was dry.
“Fuck me,” I said as I licked under her tit and she moaned again. The sound shot straight to my cock for one last spurt of jizz. “Damn, girl.”
Her deep, throaty laughter made her pussy jerk my cock off some more, and I collapsed on top of her, pressing small kisses to every inch of her skin that I could.
“I might be in love with your cock, Charlie.”
I laughed and pulled back. “Just my cock?” Wait, what the fuck was I asking?
Savannah’s hands went to my face, cupping it gently, like I mattered to her, which was a total mind fuck. I was already confused where this chick was concerned. Now, with my cock buried deep inside her while she gazed up at me like I was the most amazing fucking thing in the world, my heart stopped and my belly clenched.
“I could very easily love more of you, but that’s not what you want. Soon this chaos will be over, and you’ll be rid of me.”
As soon as she said the words, I knew the truth. I didn’t want to be rid of Savannah. Not for a fucking day. Not ever.
“Savannah, we should talk.”
“I don’t think we should. I’m not in the mood to hear the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech. I know what this is and what it isn’t.”
Her tone was believable. She knew this wasn’t meant to be serious, but her blue eyes darkened with disappointment, a look I had the power to wipe away.
With just a few words.
A loud banging sounded downstairs, and in an instant, my cock was cold without the warmth of her hot pussy. Like me, Savannah practically jumped into her clothes and scanned the room for a weapon.
“Stay here,” I ordered.
“No fucking way.” She shook her head, and I felt her at my back as I took a step out of my room and crept quietly down the stairs. All the while the banging continued.
“That sounds like cops,” Savannah said over my shoulder. She was determined to follow me down the stairs.
“Exactly what I was thinking. Go back upstairs and wait for me. Please, Vannah.”
She blinked twice and nodded, but she didn’t move.
“Go. Now. If any cop on the other side of that door is dirty, you’ll be dead.”
“Okay,” she whispered and turned away, slipping inside my bedroom and leaving the door open just a sliver.
I made my way downstairs and opened the door to see four uniformed officers and two detectives standing on my porch looking for a fight.
“Officers. How may I help you?” I knew the drill, but it was always more fun to make the cops do their job.
“Charles Ellison, we have a few questions for you. You mind stepping outside for a second?”
I nodded to be polite and said, “What’s this about?”
You didn’t grow up in an MC without knowing more than the average dumb fuck about the law, about your rights.
“We have some questions for you.”
“Okay. Ask away.” They would have broken the security door if I was under arrest.
One of the detectives stepped forward. “We’ll ask these questions at the station.”
“Fine. I’ll be out in two minutes and follow you to the precinct.” None of them liked that answer, but the lack of rejections and threats told me exactly what I wanted to know. Three minutes later, I was fully dressed and on my bike, ready for whatever the fuck this was.
