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“You’re gonna do as I say, Princess. Every fuckin’ command I give, you see it through, ya hear?”
She nods her head enthusiastically as her body thrashes against my hand, and after I slide my tongue over her jaw, tasting the mascara that the rain has smeared onto her cheek, I sink my teeth into her ear lobe.
“Take it out.” I pull her head away from mine and force her to look down toward my belt. “Take it out; I wanna see how it looks in your hand,” I whisper, desperate to have her dainty fingers wrapped around me.
The girl sets right to work, fumbling with my belt and pulling down my zipper, and I watch her eyes stretch wide when she sees it for the first time.
“Is that a…?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, admiring the way my huge, hard cock looks in her delicate, little palm and loving the way her fingers feel when they trace over my piercing.
“Will it hurt?” she checks, with a nervous expression on her face.
“Hey,” I grip her face in my hand again and force her to look up at me. “I would never fuckin’ hurt you!” I tell her sternly, feeling my forehead crease when a sting of pain digs at my chest like a fuckin’ thorn.
“Never, ya hear?”
The girl, whose name I’m yet to discover, nods her head again, and when her tongue appears from between her lips to dampen them, I know exactly where it’ll be heading next.
“Put me in your mouth,” I growl into her ear, gripping her hair tighter in my fist and guiding her toward my already glistening tip. She doesn’t resist and automatically shifts her body to face up at me before she takes me in her mouth. The second she focuses her eyes on me, I know this woman’s on my level.
She slowly rolls her lips over my shaft, taking as much of me as she can fit, and then she gags and sputters when she pushes herself too hard.
“Relax.” I guide her head up and down, stroking her cheek in my hand and making sure she doesn’t break that eye contact I just decided I fuckin’need.
Her eyes bulge and fill with tears as she takes me and I swear, to whatever judges us when we’re gone, that it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Come here.” I eventually use her hair to pull her back up my body, taking her rosy, red lips with mine. She tastes of me, and the satisfaction that gives makes my cock ache even more to be inside her. Taking it in my hand, I guide it toward her entrance, keeping our foreheads pressed together and the tension, fuckin’ soul-crushing. She slips her panties to the side, and I tease her a little, letting my thick tip slip between her folds and enjoying the sensation of her sensitive flesh against mine. A little more pleasure drips out of me and mixes with her, and I feel her pussy pulsing to the same rhythm as my heartbeat.
“You on anythin’, darlin’?” I check before I go in unarmed. I’ve never even thought about being inside a woman without a rubber before, but whether she’s covered or not, I ain’t having a barrier between us.
“I’m on the pill.” Her whisper turns into a moan when I slowly push inside her, and I steal the sweet sound with my lips as I force her down onto my shaft and fill her in one hard, slow motion.
“That’s right, take it. Take it all.” I hold myself inside her, feeling her stretch to accommodate me, and as her walls clench tight and pulse, I wonder if this is what fuckin’ heaven feels like.
If it is, I’m gonna start praying.
“Isaac?” She says myrealname. The one no one ever calls me these days.
“I was just… It don’t matter.” I shake the memory outta my head and focus on what’s important.
“Can you help me? Can I stay here with you? Just for a while.” Her eyes are hopeful, and there’s a slight wobble of her bottom lip that prevents me from saying no. So, despite already knowing the pain of tearing myself away from her, I set myself up for it all over again, and I nod my head.
“Yeah, darlin’, you can stay here.” I pull her close and press my lips into the top of her head, taking in the scent of her hair like it’s a fuckin’ drug and wondering if maybe this time, despite all our differences, I might be able to keep her.
Ifeel my chest sag with relief when he tells me I can stay, and being back in his arms reminds me of how hard it was to say goodbye to him. I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have set myself up for pain all over again, but I won’t regret it, not with his strong arms engulfing me and that familiar scent of danger lingering in the air between us. I drove for days to get here. I’ve spent the whole of today knocking on doors like a crazy woman trying to find him, and I can now say it was worth it. For the first time in weeks, I feel safe.
I look up at him through my lashes, and when I feel that urge take over and my mouth automatically moves closer to his, he shocks me by pulling back and holding me at arm’s length.
“You gotta be hungry.” His eyes dart around us like he’s starting to panic, and when he glances at the bed, he takes my hand a little too firmly and quickly drags me in the opposite direction toward the door.
“We can grab something across the street.” He doesn’t give me a chance to argue as he rushes us down the stairs and just as we’re about to step back into the barroom, he turns to look at me.
“Don’t speak to anyone, okay?” His voice is stern and commanding, just like I remember it, and I can’t help being turned on by his authority, even if I am a little hurt. I know I don’t exactly look like a biker’s chick, but I don’t like the idea of him being ashamed of me.
He takes a deep breath before we step into the barroom, and suddenly everyone goes silent.
“Bulletproof, pleased to meet ya.” One of the bikers holds out his hand to me; he’s a little leaner than Isaac but equally as tall. “Any chance you’re a long-lost cousin?” His eyebrows raise as he glances me over.
