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My cock bumped her clit, and she cried out, clutching the sheets in her fists at her sides.
“Are you on birth control, Molly?” I wasn’t sure if I wanted her answer to be yes or no. I shouldn’t take her bare if she wasn’t…but the part of me that wanted to knock her up was overruling the rest.
She blinked, trying to clear away some of the haziness as she thought about my question. “No. Do you have protection?”
I shook my head. “Even if I did, I don’t think I could use it with you, princess. I need to feel your pussy squeezing the fuck out of my bare cock. I haven’t been with a woman in”—I thought about it for a second, then shook my head—“damn, I can’t remember how long.”
My dick nudged her opening again, and I bent my head, running my nose up her jaw until I reached her ear. “Don’t want anything between us, baby.” I didn’t wait for her to respond before slowly pushing the fat head of my cock inside her.
“Shit. You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. She was wrapped around me like a vise, making it hard to concentrate on being gentle. I hooked my arms under her knees and raised them up to change the angle so I slid in a little easier. Luckily, she was fucking drenched. I made the mistake of looking down at where we were joined, and seeing my dick disappearing into her sex sent a shaft of need slicing through me. Before I could control myself, I plunged deep, sinking in until I bottomed out, and my tip bumped against her cervix.
Molly cried out, and I froze.
“Son of a bitch!” My eyes flew to her face, and the pain I saw there made me frantically try to decide whether it would be better to pull out or stay still while she adjusted to my invasion. Molly was so tiny compared to me. I couldn’t help being proud that she’d taken me all the way on the first thrust. “Are you okay?”
My jaw was clenched so hard from trying not to move that I was surprised it didn’t break. But I was gentle as I wiped away the tears leaking from her beautiful green eyes.
“It-it hurt, but…I think…I need...”
“What, baby?”
“Can you, I think I need you to move.”
“Like this?” I gritted my teeth and slowly inched back, then carefully pushed back in.
“Yesss,” she moaned, her inner muscles clenching. “But more.”
I eased out of her almost all the way before thrusting home once more.
“Oh, yes! Maverick!” she shouted, breaking the last of my control.
Pulling out to the tip again, I slammed back inside. “Fuck!” I knew I should be gentle, but the beast inside me had taken over, and I couldn’t stop. My hips pistoned in and out, fighting to leave her tight channel as she clamped down hard. “That’s it, princess,” I grunted. “Fight me. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”
“Maverick,” she whined, digging her nails into my arms. “Oh, yes! Yes!”
“You’re mine, Molly. Gonna live inside this pussy. Fill you full with my come and put my baby in you.”
I hadn’t even realized I said those words out loud until she gasped and froze for a beat. Her body had no hesitation, though. Her legs circled my waist, and her inner muscles tightened, massaging my dick and milking my orgasm from me.
Slipping a hand between us, I flicked her clit piercing, which sent her into a spiral until she detonated around my shaft.
I fucked her hard and deep, determined to claim her inside and out. “Fuck, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it, Molly. Squeeze that pussy. Fuck!”
Two more thrusts and my orgasm barreled into me like a fucking freight train. As my jizz exploded from my cock, I threw my head back and bellowed, “MINE!”
6
MOLLY
Until he showed up at Silver Ink yesterday morning, waking up wrapped in Maverick’s arms wasn’t something I expected to ever happen. I knew he felt the attraction between us when we first met, but I didn’t think he would act on it because he didn’t want any trouble with my dad. No one had ever been brave enough to fight for me.
I couldn’t picture any of the Silver Saints waiting two weeks to make a move on the woman they wanted, so not hearing anything from him for that long had crushed any hope I’d had. But it all came rushing back when I realized he’d made an appointment for me to ink him—something I fully intended to do at some point.
Shifting in his hold, I traced my finger over the black ink on the arm around my waist. When he brushed his lips against my temple, I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I want to put my mark on you.”
“Every bare inch of my skin is yours. Put your ink all over me, princess,” he murmured.
I could tell from the quality of the artwork that his tattoos were important to him, which made the offer even more special. “I’d love that. Thank you.”
