He looked down at her sitting on top of him.Her stomach twitched with pleasure.She was more grateful than ever that she didn't get fully dressed after their last time.It was one less layer of fabric between them.
She leaned over him, rubbing against his hardness."I don't want to go back to real life."
"Once I check in at the clubhouse, I'll come to you in your apartment," he said.
She moistened her lips."I almost wish I had to work today, so time went faster."She paused, taking a breath and meeting his eyes."Will you stay tonight with me?"
"Yeah."He closed his eyes for an extra beat, and she gave him the time to absorb what she'd said.She deserved more than a quick fuck.She wanted a relationship.When he wasn't working or hanging around the compound, she wanted to be with him.
He cupped the weight of her breasts.He had the ability to crush her heart.To give him that power over her put her at a disadvantage.
But he was different than her mom's biker boyfriends.He wasn't using her.
"Is this really happening?"she whispered.
"Feel me," he whispered back."I'm here, aren't I?"
She blinked to focus her eyes."I want this to be real."
"It's real, sweetheart."He ignored what they were getting ready to do and hooked her neck, bringing her down on his chest."I'm here."
She swallowed hard.She'd thought for too long that she would never find someone to love.That she'd go through life lonely.It was hard to believe this was really happening.
"Can you handle someone my age?"He stroked her back.
She closed her eyes and nodded.She loved that he was older than her.
"I'm serious, sweetheart."His hands stopped moving."Can you handle my lifestyle?"
She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes."I can if you're with me."
He studied her."Yeah."
She pushed on his chest to sit back up and continue what they were doing, but suddenly found herself thrown in the air and tucked under Baddy's body, his weight settled between her legs.
Her breath, already fast, left her completely.He was magnificent, all hard angles and muscles in a solid body.
Baddy grabbed a condom from the bed.She lifted her head and watched him.His arousal stood proud and hard, like its owner.
He settled between her legs, his cock pressed against her sex, and stilled above her."Ready?"
She nodded.
"Good."He pressed forward and entered her with a smooth thrust, his eyes staying locked on hers.
She spread her hands across his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo at the base of his throat and spreading over his pecs.
He moved, and all thoughts of taking her time to look at his body escaped her.She pulled him down, pressing her lips to his and accepting his tongue.She needed more of him.He stroked her mouth and her sex, and the two similar sensations flowed through her body, making her skin vibrate.
She took every inch of him, arching up, pressing against him, touching him everywhere, grabbing for traction, and meeting him halfway.Desperate, greedy, and bold enough to let him know that only he sparked these impulses inside her, she eagerly accepted everything he offered.
He pulled her legs apart and positioned her ass higher, holding her hips off the bed.
She panted, knowing in this position she'd have every inch of him inside her.He stared down at their bodies, connected by the same hunger growing in her.
"Want you," he said, which came out more like a grunt of approval."Every fucking night."
His gravelly voice soothed her soul, and she nodded her agreement.That's all she ever wanted.He needed her the same way she needed him.
