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“I had to feel your cock inside me or else I was going to come from you milking me.”
Fuck.My cock pulses at her choice of words. She may be a sweet little thing in the daylight, but she’s a freak in the sheets, and I’m loving every minute of it. “You and me both, beautiful. How you feeling? Your pussy hurting too badly?” She’s drenched my cock, so she must be feeling better.
“Oh, Spin, it’s so good. I want to bounce on your dick. Can I?”
“Of course. You never have to ask. It’s all yours, Naomi.” And I mean every word.It’s hers—I’m hers. I’m such a goner and have no idea how it could’ve ever happened so fast. I still can’t believe this is real, that Naomi is this perfect for me.
Lying back again, I grasp her breast in my left hand once more while she begins to move. Naomi rides my length like a damn stripper pole, making me gasp with each tight stroke. There’s no way I’ll last long like this, so I do the only thing I can think of to even the playing field a bit. My hand slides to her ass crease, finding her back entrance. She draws in a swift breath when the tip of my finger toys with her opening. Moaning loudly, her pussy gushes fresh wetness, strangling my cock, and I know she’s about to let go.
On her next downward stroke, my middle finger slides in her backdoor in one long stroke. She screams, “Spin!” long and loud as she comes, the sounds and sensations sending me spiraling into my own orgasm. I roar through my release, filling her with my cum.
It’s so intense I know I’m ruined for anyone else.
And damn straight!
I want to impregnate her with my baby next.
***
Sleepily, I peel mylids open, realizing Naomi’s on her side, snuggled up to my chest, her baby bump comfortably nestled against my flank, making me feel some type of way first thing in the morning. I want to feel her silkiness on my fingertips, but if I stroke her skin, I may wake her, and the thing she needs the most right now is rest. I still can’t get over the fact she traveled this far alone without knowing she had a place to go.
She’s brave.
Far braver than what’s good for her.
She should’ve called the cops on her piece of shit ex and his father and had them both arrested, then called Sadie to make sure the club would take her. It’s easy to think that way and judge when you’re not in the other person’s shoes, though. I’m sure if she felt she had another choice, she’d have gone about things differently. To have to leave her home and almost all her belongings behind, it must be taking a toll on her emotionally. She’s about to have a baby and literally has nothing for the child or herself. Christmas is coming next week too, and I can only imagine how sad she may feel because of the holiday. I don’t want her to worry and be gloomy. I need to figure out a way to make sure she’s smiling now and in the future.
The only thing I can think of is I have a small apartment above my tattoo shop. We need to keep her here to make sure she’s safe, but maybe in a few months, she’d like to stay there. I could fix it up for her and the baby, and if she’s not comfortable with me staying there too, I can sleep downstairs in my shop on the couch. I’m crazy for thinking about this already—I barely know the woman, yet I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for her.
I’ll take it one day at a time. First off, today, I’m heading to our H-E-B to pick up the things Cain told me to grab. Thankfully, that store seems to have a bit of everything. If they have any cool baby stuff, I’ll grab it too and drop it by my shop to hide until Christmas. There’s no way I’m allowing her to spend the holiday here and not have her wake up to a few gifts. We’ve done similar in the past with the other women who stayed at the club by throwing them baby showers. This is different, though. It’s me doing it all because I want to.
Should I climb out of bed and leave her to sleep in? Or wait until she wakes up? She doesn’t know anyone, so I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or think I bailed after what happened in the middle of the night. It was the last thing I ever expected but I’m not complaining. On the contrary, I was over the moon I got to sink balls deep in her tight cunt. She was heaven and sin all wrapped up in a sexy package, riding my cock like it belonged to her.Fuckin’ a-mazing.
Having made up my mind, I lightly stroke the pad of my finger along her brow and press a kiss to the top of her head. She smells like me, being all wrapped up in my scent. I’ve never felt more pride than right now, having this stunning woman in my arms. My touch trails lower, moving over her lips, grinning when they turn up into a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mmm... a woman could get used to being woken up like this.”
“I hope so,” I quietly murmur and kiss her hair again. I hope she’s not ashamed of fucking me last night once she gets a good look at me this morning. I don’t have my contact in, so my iris will be completely black, and my hair’s all jacked from bedhead. Will she still find me attractive like yesterday? Or was that just a sexual need fueling her touch?
Her hand tucks around my hip, snuggling into my frame. “You’re so warm and comfortable. I usually toss and turn to get comfortable with my belly, but it fits perfectly against you.” Her thumb strokes my flesh, giving me goose bumps. Quietly she asks, “Does that weird you out?”
“The opposite. I’m glad you slept good and even more so that it was because you found comfort in me.” My voice is deeper than usual, raspy from sleep, and with that toss in some added emotion.
Her belly fits perfectly with me... just like I think she does.
I can’t help but imagine how different things would be right now if she were having my baby.Whoever hurt her makes me want to hurt them.
Brushing the thoughts away, I continue, “I’m going to get up and run an errand. You’re welcome to take a shower, and feel free to borrow whatever you need of mine. If you want to eat, help yourself in the kitchen. Sadie will be around, and she’ll need you to use her online accounts to get some pictures of everyone we should be keeping an eye out for. She usually makes multiple prints so we all have a copy in case someone looks out of place. We have a few local businesses who keep an eye out too, so they can give us a heads up.”
“I can’t believe they’re willing to do that,” she says, glancing up to meet my stare. She’s adorable in her mussed, just-woken-up look.
“Of course they are. We’ve helped many of them out a time or two.”
“You really are the good guys, huh?” Her gaze shines with something I’m not able to read, but I like the look while it’s directed my way.
“We’re not, doll. We’re one percenters, not the fluffy weekender riders you see out and about. This is our way of life. However, we do help our community and women who request it. I’ll never stand by idly while a woman is hurt by anyone and asks for help. I don’t care if I die trying. She’ll have someone on her side.”
“You may not be the good guys, Spin, but you’re a damn good man. Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
