I worm my way out of his arms and frown down to see grease smudges on my new white fluffy coat.
“Probably should have made you wear old clothes, even if you’ll be sitting in the office,” Kujo mutters and then raises his voice to add, “You’ll make sure those stains will come out, or buy her a new coat, VP.”
“No new coat,” I hastily say, hating to waste money.“I’ll get the stains out myself.”
Sable reaches for me again and I fail to stay out of his grip when he murmurs, “Fuck the stains, Mercy.Life is messy, and getting dirty isn’t a bad thing.”
I shove his shoulder when I see the twinkle in his eyes and the wiggling of his eyebrows.He leans in and brushes his mouth against mine in a fleeting kiss.
My father snorts.“Yeah, yeah, love is all one needs to survive, right?”
My cheeks heat, feeling way too exposed and called out the way my heart has opened up for Sable.
Yet, when Sable’s arms tighten around me, and I feel the rumble in his chest when he states, “It’s the highlight of livin’, Prez, that’s for fucking sure,” I feel a rush of warmth spread through my body on this cold winter day.
We’ve been together day in, day out, for about six weeks.It feels way too short for love.Is there even a timeline for feelings?I know mine have grown from liking Sable to feeling adored by him just as much as I adore him.I know for sure I don’t want to leave or live without him, so it might have tipped to love without realizing it.
I feel his lips beside my ear when he whispers, “Stop spinning your mind around to make sense of shit.Ask if things are not sure instead of overthinking.In this case I’ll help you out.Yeah, princess, I do love your sexy ass.”
Appealed I jerk back and blurt, “Just my ass?”
“I’m going to leave you two with this discussion,” my father grumbles.“Come find me in the office, Mercy.I’ll show you your desk and what the job is about.”
“Job?”Sable wonders while Kujo wanders in the direction of the building.“Is this the reason you came here with Kujo?”
I bob my head.“He asked me to help with computer stuff in the office.”
Sable brushes a stray hair away from my face.“Smart.The man hates sitting behind his desk and doesn’t trust the other brothers to put in orders.No one is allowed in the office, by the way.So, it’s perfect for you, and for him because he gets to teach you his way to do stuff.”He leans in once more to whisper, “Besides, it’s nice to have you close when I’m working.It means I can eat your pussy on my lunchbreak.”
His phone rings while my heart yet again skips a beat.Sable answers the call and keeps his eyes on me.The first time I had sex I was sure it wasn’t for me.All while this man took me for the ride of my life where I seem to crave him every damn minute of the day.
“Sure.We have the space, and I’m positive my old lady will love it,” Sable says into the phone.“I’ll text you the address so you can bring him by,” he adds and hangs up.
I wonder what the call was about, but instead I hear myself reminding him of what we were discussing before he answered his phone.“Your suggestion was definitely the main reason why I took the job,” I tell him.
His eyes turn molten, and he links his fingers with mine to pull me over to a little shed.He slams his mouth over mine the second the door slams shut behind us.Hands are on my waist, hoisting me up as he makes me straddle a motorcycle.
Pushing me back, he swings his leg over the bike and rumbles, “Been dreaming about fucking you on my bike for days.”
“Fucking me for days or dreaming for days?”I ask on a sultry whisper, feeling my pussy getting drenched at the mere thought of having his dick inside me.
“Everything, all the damn time,” he muses and glides my woolen dress up.“Love the new dresses you bought, darlin’.I know you chose the fabric because your sweater once protected you from getting more burns than the few you suffered, but I like it for the easy access.”
His fingers grip the fabric of my tights and I hear a ripping sound.“There’s nothing keeping me from getting my pussy.”He licks his lips.“I wanna eat you out, but I gotta fuck you first, Mercy.I’m ready to blow at the mere sight of you spread out on my bike.”
No complaints from me, and my only answer is a moan tumbling from my lips when I feel his fingers slide through my drenched pussy.His other hand goes to his buckle and he unzips to pull his dick free.
The sound of a condom foil tearing flows through the air, and then I feel his thick blunt head nudge at my entrance.My hands fly to his leather cut to ground myself while pleasure starts to run freely inside my body.I close my eyes, loving the way this man can make me drift off into pleasure every damn time.
“You feel so good, love,” he murmurs beside my ear.
The uncomfortable position as I lay on the bike doesn’t matter, only the way this man makes me feel is important.I moan his name and he thrusts deeper and harder inside me.The cold of the winter here in this shed makes my breath come out in a puff of steam.
Overwhelmed by the way this man can light up my body in no time at all, my orgasm ignites without warning, making me scream in pleasure.
“Fuuuuuuck, that feels good.Keep clenching me, love.Rip the cum from me...here it comes...yessss...yesss...fuuuuccckkkk.”He groans an incoherent version of my name as I feel him pulse inside me, filling up the condom.
My breathing is labored, heart racing, while my mind is clearer than it’s ever been.“I love how you set fire to my body.”
