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Without delay, her arms come around my neck, and I press my body into hers, wanting to feel her bare skin against mine. Our kiss is fevered and hot. I can’t get enough of her. Her fingers dig into my scalp, holding me to her. Little mewls of desire escape from her lips and she wriggles, lifting a leg and hitching it around mine. She grinds her lower half against me.
“Does my girl need more?” I tease.
“Yes. I need you,” she moans, pulling my head back down to nip at my lower lip.
I lift her up, and her legs come around my waist. “I’ll always give you what you need,” I tell her, then kiss her long and sweet as I thrust inside her wet and waiting pussy. Our lovemaking isn’t soft. It’s desperate, clingy, hard, and fast. Her nails dig into my shoulders, marking me as her own.
Her head tilts back as she comes undone in my arms. Her body shudders as her orgasm tears through her. Her eyes grow wide, and she calls out my name. I’m so close to my own release. I feel her teeth graze my lobe.
“I love you, baby,” she whispers.
I come hard, thrusting once and again until I root myself deep inside my woman and let myself go with a roar. It takes a couple of minutes before I can set her on her feet. With the cloth in hand, I lather it and run it over her body, carefully, ensuring I’m gentle when I clean between her legs.
Rosie watches me with wide-eyed innocence, letting me look after her. I wash up quicky, then turn off the water, lead her out, and wrap a towel around her.
“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m hungry for my woman’s pussy. Go get ready for me, baby. On my bed, legs spread wide. Will you do that for me?” I move a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it around her ear.
With a pink tinge to her cheeks, Rosie gives me a shy grin as she nods and scampers out. It never ceases to amaze me how shy she can still get. I touched, licked, and fucked her, and I can’t get enough of her. Even my cock, which was just milked dry, is ready to go again.
As I come into the bedroom, there she is, waiting for me, just as I asked. I climb in from the bottom of the bed, running the tips of my fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, taking in the pretty pink pussy waiting for me to devour it with my tongue.
I don’t disappoint her. I eat her delicious core and suck her clit until she’s hoarse from screaming, making her come twice more before giving her my cock again, taking us both over the edge.
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“We can’t go back down,” she exclaims a while later, then her voice becomes a loud whisper. “They might have heard me. I’ll never be able to show my face again.” Rosie covers her face with her hands as I tug away the sheets from around her.
“Baby, no one will care,” I say. I really want to chuckle, but I don’t think Rosie would appreciate it. The guys in the club fuck often and hard. I’ve heard their women time and time again. They sure as hell don’t care. I try to placate her. “We’re at the farthest end of the building. I’m sure your voice didn’t carry that far.” I know for sure it sure as hell did, but no way in hell am I telling her that.
“Can’t we stay here?” She pouts.
“We need food. That’s down there.” I point to the door.
“I’m not hungry. You go.” She’s a terrible liar, and her stomach betrays her as it rumbles its own frustration.
“Not hungry, huh?” I lean forward, bracing my fists on the bed, caging her in. “These are our people, our family, and even if they did hear you, which I’m sure they didn’t, they’d never embarrass you.”
“Oh, okay,” she relents, blowing out a breath. She shimmies out from under the sheets and begins to dress. As she puts on her panties, her perfectly rounded derriere is the ultimate view. I’m thinking that we could do without sustenance. The tight-fitting jeans emphasize every luscious curve, and the tank top shows off her toned arms and shoulders. She pulls her damp hair up into a messy bun and turns to face me. “One snicker and I’m leaving,” she warns.
“One snicker and I’ll punch them in the mouth so they won’t be able to smile for a month.” I grin.
As we head down, Rosie hesitates on the last step, but finally joins the others. Not a word is said, and Hanna rounds Rose up to help set the table. Roscoe and I grab extra chairs, arranging them around the table. The other men are getting the kids to the table.
Gavin, Guard’s oldest son, is the oldest of the new generation of Pride men. If Gavin is half the man his father is, he’ll be a fantastic leader and president. His brother Ryder is a rabble-rouser, quick and clever, but he needs a guiding hand to keep him on track. Both boys are great kids, just like the others. I see Romeo being the thinker of the group. He’s watchful and sees everything. Dean and Alexander are too young for me to make an assessment, but I notice them wanting to be part of the boys’ group. Dean toddles over and sits himself right in the middle of it all, and Alexander follows.
This doesn’t mean the little princesses of the Pride don’t get a whole lot of attention. Gabby, our little fashionista, is a mini Vi, full of personality and fun loving. Amelia is very quiet, but Gabby brings her out of her shell. Together, they’re going to drive the boys crazy, along with their fathers.
Amelia tugs on Rosie’s hand, wanting her to sit next to her at the table. Amelia whispers something in her ear and giggles. Rosie returns the favor until they’re both laughing.
When we all come to the table, I lean in and ask, “Sharing secrets?”
Rosie looks over at Amelia, then slides her eyes back to me. “Girl talk. You’re not a girl, and we can’t tell.”
Amelia smiles so big, her rosy cheeks and bright smile light up the room. “Does Mama get to know your secret?” Maddie asks, leaning in and kissing the little girl’s cheek.
“I’ll tell you at bedtime,” Amelia whispers loudly, putting her forefinger to her lips to shush her mom.
“That’s some special secret if you can’t tell your Uncle Thunder,” I tease.
