My Granny is downstairs.
“Get naked,” he repeats. “I want to lick your pussy until you come all over my lips and beard.”
God. He has such a dirty mouth.
I reach for my shirt, and he helps me undress, sinking to the mattress on his stomach once I’m nude. He hauls me closer, holding onto my hips as he kisses my mound.
“You’re all the sugar I need, baby. Gonna worship every fucking inch of you, and when I’m done, you’re gonna take my dick like a good girl. Aren’t you?”
I open my legs wider, eagerly giving him access. “If you don’t prove all those words are true, I’m going to find another biker—”
His growl cuts off my words as he dives between my thighs. I jolt as the first swipe of his tongue spears through my folds, and then I forget everything but the warm, wet tongue lickingat my core. Rex’s hands curl around my hips, drawing my pussy against his face as he begins to suck on my clit. His tongue flicks the bead, and my head falls back as I gasp at the sensation.
“You taste better than I remember, Cami.”
I stare into the intense desire filling Rex’s gaze as my elbows rest against the sheet.
“I’m formally staking my claim right here, right now. I’m gonna make you come on my tongue and then on my dick. You’re mine, Camille Parker. I’m never letting you forget it.”
A part of me revolts at the idea. I’m not property to be owned and used at his whim. But that isn’t what he means. I finally understand what it means to be property of a biker.
“Yours, but with rules,” I concede.
A smile widens his lips. “Didn’t think it would be any other way, darlin’.”
“As long as you understand this goes both ways. Cheat on me or flirt with another woman, and I will chop off your dick and stuff it down your throat.”
He groans. “Goddamn, you’ve got such a vicious, perfect little mouth.”
“That means you agree?”
“Fuck yeah, it does. Now, lie back and give me your cum, baby.”
I rest against the sheets.
“Just remember I’m good with morning wood.”
I groan. He’s terrible at jokes.
“Let me show you how good I am.”
“Stop talking and make my thighs shake.”
“Oh, you’re gonna be quaking all over.”
I can’t reply because he’s already proving it.
IT’S EARLY IN THE MORNINGwhen I wrap a robe around my waist and head downstairs. I want to talk to Granny, and I know she’s an early riser. There’s already a pot of tea on the stove, and she’s sipping from her mug as I enter.
“Morning.” Her lips twitch. “Vigorous night?”
I duck my head as I snicker and grab a mug, pouring my own pot of tea before I join her at the table.
“You’ve got something on your mind.”
“I do.”
“You met the scarecrow.”
