Stella smirked knowingly, clearly pleased with my reaction. “Exactly the answer I was hoping for.”
I rolled my eyes, then glanced down at Poppy. Her eyes sparkled as she stared up at me with the pretty pink color on her cheeks that I loved.
She was so fucking beautiful. And mine. Only mine.
“Time to go, baby,” I muttered.
Without waiting for her reply, I interlaced our fingers and led her toward my bike. Her smaller hand gripped mine tightly, trusting as I swung onto the Harley and helped her settle behind me. After we put on our helmets, she pressed close, her curvesmolding against my back as her arms slipped around my waist, gripping me tightly.
I fired up the engine, the rumble vibrating beneath us. Her thighs tightened instinctively around mine, and fuck if that didn’t just make me harder. I twisted the throttle, pulling away from the compound, the growl of my Harley echoing into the night.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, my entire body was coiled with hunger, my restraint rapidly fraying with every second of her soft curves pressed against me. Her fingers gripped the edges of my cut, anchoring herself to me as though she couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us.
I parked in the garage, the engine cutting off with a final deep rumble. As soon as our helmets were stowed, I took her hand and practically dragged her toward the door.
The moment we stepped inside, I slammed the door shut, spinning her around and pressing her back against the cool, hard surface of the wall. My mouth found hers, hard and demanding, claiming her with the intensity of my kiss. Her lips parted instantly, a needy moan slipping out as her tongue tangled boldly with mine, matching my passion stroke for stroke.
Her hands moved restlessly over me, pushing my cut from my shoulders. Her fingers explored greedily as they slipped under the hem of my shirt, her nails scraping lightly over my abs before gliding up my chest. Heat flared wherever she touched, my muscles tightening under her teasing caresses.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, breaking the kiss to drag my lips along her jaw and down the sensitive skin of her throat. “You’re mine. You know that, right? Only mine.”
I nipped sharply at her pulse, relishing the sweet, breathy gasp that escaped her lips. “Yours.”
Pressing my body harder into hers, I trapped her between me and the wall, my cock already rock-hard and throbbing against her heat.
I nuzzled the delicate shell of her ear, my voice low and raspy as I whispered, “I can’t wait long enough to get to the damn bed. You ready for me to fuck you right here against this wall, baby? Gonna bury myself so deep, you won’t remember how to walk straight.”
Poppy shivered in anticipation, her breath quickening against my throat.
My hands moved roughly over her body, yanking her halter top off and tossing it aside. A low growl escaped my throat when I discovered her tits were bare, no bra in sight.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I rumbled darkly, my eyes blazing as I cupped her breasts. “Good thing I didn’t know you had nothing under this top at the clubhouse. I would’ve hauled you into the nearest bedroom to fuck you. Or killed any brother whose gaze lingered too long.”
Her eyes widened for a second before a soft giggle escaped her lips, abruptly dying when she saw the fierce truth in my expression. But instead of shrinking back in fear, she shivered, her breath hitching sharply with desire.
Her hands scrambled for my belt, fingers trembling slightly as she tugged it open and fumbled with the zipper of my jeans. The moment my cock was free, she wrapped her small hand around it, and I hissed out a rough curse, pleasure jolting through me. Her tentative strokes drove me damn near mad, the feel of her soft palm against my rigid length igniting a fire that burned away any remaining shred of restraint.
“Can’t play right now, baby,” I groaned, my voice thick with barely contained need. “I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.”
Impatient, I tugged her jeans off and grabbed her panties, literally ripping them off and discarding them on the floor.Her startled gasp quickly melted into a moan as I lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my cock pressed against her hot, slick pussy, nestling perfectly between her drenched folds.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Love how you’re always so damn soaked for me.”
I gripped her ass, squeezing the soft curves roughly as I rocked my hips, coating myself with her arousal. She whimpered softly, tightening her legs around me, and I leaned forward, capturing one perfect nipple between my lips.
I sucked hard, flicking my tongue over the tight peak before biting down gently. Her head fell back, her cries filling the room as I continued to tease and torment her sensitive tits with my mouth, my cock throbbing painfully, desperate to sink inside her.
I felt the exact moment when her desperation matched my own, her body trembling against mine, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Please, Colter,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. “I need you inside me. Now.”
With a deep growl, I shifted my grip on her ass cheeks and drove my cock into her tight, dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Her scream echoed throughout the hallway, fueling the possessive fire roaring inside me. I didn’t pause or hesitate before I took her hard against the wall, slamming into her with raw, unrelenting strokes.
“Still so fucking tight. Fuck!” I rasped, my voice harsh in her ear. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Feel how fucking deep I'm getting inside this tight little body. Your pussy belongs to me, understand?”
She moaned loudly, her head thrown back against the wall as she arched to meet my thrusts. “Yes, Colter! It’s yours.”
“Damn fucking right it is,” I growled, my hips snapping harder and driving deeper. I grabbed one of her legs, hooking it over my arm to open her wider, ensuring she felt every powerful thrust. “Gonna fill you again. Breed you so fucking good, baby. You’ll be dripping with my seed for days.”
