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Fuck me.
I don’t stop. I can’t.
Instead, I move faster, harder, grunting with each thrust. I feel my balls draw up, and I contemplate pulling out instead of coming inside of her, but I lose complete and total fucking control. I bury my cock deep, coming so hard that a roar escapes my throat and fills the room as my balls empty inside of her.
When the blood stops roaring in my ears, I look down at her, my eyes looking into hers, and I listen to her panting breaths. I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck, then slide them around to the back, tangling in her hair as I tug her head back slightly.
Leaning down, I touch my lips to her bottom lip, then move down her chin to the center of her throat with a hum, my hips moving inside of her slowly, loving the way her silky-smooth pussy feels snuggly wrapped around my cock.
“Shawn,” I whisper against her neck.
Her arms wrap around my back, and I feel her nails dig into my shoulders. “King,” she breathes on a sigh.
“Elvis,” I grunt before I lift my head and look into her eyes.
“Elvis?” she asks.
“My name. It’s why my brothers call me King.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lips, then her lips curve up into a smile. “I like that,” she whispers. “Elvis.”
My cock twitches inside of her, and I growl, slowly slipping out of her warmth to roll over and lie on my back. Instead of reaching out and wrapping my arms around her the way I want to, I lie beside her and stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.
Shawn turns toward me, her eyes studying me. I can feel them on my profile. I fight the urge to look over, instead choosing to stare straight up. Then, her fingertips touch the tattoo on my chest.
“What does it mean?” she asks.
“Dark Horse?” She hums, so I explain, although I already did tell her. “It’s the name of my MC. Of the club. The life that I was born into. The world that I belong to.”
“And you have a position?” she asks.
Rolling onto my side, I look into her eyes. “Vice president,” I state. “Though, if you want anything from me, you won’t get it.”
She sits straight up. “Excuse me?” she asks. “What?”
I don’t sit up. I’m relaxed and calm now as I lie beside her. Sucking in a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly.
“If you want anything from me because I’m the vice president of the Dark Horse MC, you won’t get it. No matter what it is.”
“I don’t want anything,” she hisses. “I don’t even know what that means. Dark Horse MC or what you could give me. If you recall, I said no to all of this, and you pushed it, and now you’re being a dick to me?”
I am a dick, too. Fuck. But I can’t back down now. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I pull her down and roll on top of her. She widens her legs, and I fit myself between them. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers.
“I’m going to be a dick to you, baby. It’s who I fucking am.”
And then I fuck her.
Again.
This time, I take my time, and she comes before I do a second time. It’s fucking beautiful, but I don’t apologize for being a dick. Because that’s what the fuck I am, and she’s going to have to get used to it if she’s going to be my girl. Because that’s exactly who she is now.
Mine.
CHAPTER
TEN
SHAWN
