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Fuck me.

Just thinking about her wearing one of those outfits for me had my dick throbbing harder, begging me to pound her into the mattress.

I thought about the things I could show her. What I wanted to teach her. I imagined showing her off to my brothers, then fucking her six ways till Sunday. I thought of bending her over my lap and spanking her luscious ass.

Fucking her out in an open field.

In my greenhouse where everyone could see us.

Oh yeah, I really wanted to do that.

Without realizing it, my pace picked up. Henley was moaning near constantly and in rhythm to my thrusts, which were getting deeper and harder. With one last thrust, I roared out as I emptied my seed inside of the condom as she too cried out, her body shaking from another orgasm.

Carefully sliding out of her, I got to my feet, heading for the bathroom. Quickly disposing of the condom, I smirked when I saw the telltale smear of red.

She was mine.

Really mine.

After grabbing and wetting a washrag, I headed back to the bed before cleaning her up. The second I touched her sensitive area she flinched before moaning. “That feels good.”

Dropping the rag on the floor, I climbed over her and pulled her close to me.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore, happy, tired, dizzy.”

I chuckled. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

“No. I mean, it hurt a lot at first, but then it didn’t.”

“That’s good.”

“Scribe?”

“Hmm?”

“When can we do it again?”

I grinned. “Whenever you want, Princess. I’m here to serve.”

Climbing over me, she straddled my hips, leaning down to kiss my lips, she whispered, “Giddy up. I wanna ride a cowboy.”

Grinning, I let her do just that.

I yawned as King talked about the coming week, handing out assignments. I was so fucking tired. My whole body ached. I didn’t think I got more than an hour’s sleep last night.

After letting Henley ride my dick like a horse, all bets were off.

There wasn’t a fucking surface in my room that I didn’t take her on. From the floor to the bathroom sink, my woman was voracious and hungry for sex. The only reason I wasn’t balls deep in her now was because she passed out from the bazillion orgasms I gave her last night. I was about to curl myself around her when King knocked on my door, reminding me of church.

“Which brings me to the situation at hand. Scribe. I’m assuming from your walking dead impression that you locked Henley down?”

“Oh, the entire fucking club heard him do that, King.” Priest scowled at me. “All night long? Really? Is the girl even alive?”

I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. “Last I checked, she was sleeping like a baby.”

Pyro groaned, “I’m soundproofing the rooms come spring because no noise-canceling headphones could drown out the shit coming from that fucker’s room last night.”

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