“This isn’t going to be gentle, Rowan, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” I grunted, pulling her thighs up over my hips and notching my cock at her entrance. The heat from her pussy softly enveloping the head of my cock almost sent me shooting straight into her.
“I don’t want it gentle, Wyatt. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough. Ruin me.”
Sweet fucking jesus, she was perfect for me.
“You’re going to regret saying that, baby,” I growled, gripping her hips and thrusting my cock into her in one push. Rowan cried out, her nails scoring down my arms as she held on. I bottomed out inside her, relishing the feel of her tight walls around my cock. I let her stretch for a moment before I pulled out and did it again, and again. The slapping of my balls hitting her ass was the only sound aside from her moans and my grunts as I fucked into her with everything I had. Leaning forward, I held myself up on the headboard as I fucked her harder. Herhead was hitting the headboard slightly with every thrust, but she didn’t care. She dug her nails in deeper, cutting me open, branding me just like I was her.
For so long I’d imagined what it would be like to have her under me, on top of me, on her knees for me. And now, she was. It was better than anything I could have conjured up in my mind. It was…everything. She may not know it yet, but she was irrevocably mine. There was no way on this earth that anyone was going to have her like this.
The thought of pulling a kutte over her shoulders with Property of Reaper had my balls pulling tight, my release almost toppling me.
Fuck.
I angled myself so my pubic bone was hitting her clit with every pump. Rowan’s pussy fluttered around me, seizing my cock, making it hard to move. I drove through her orgasm with heavy thrusts, loving her scream and the way she cried out my name.
My real name.
My balls couldn’t take it anymore as I slammed into her twice more before I came hard, filling her.
Fuck me.
Perfection.
Falling to the side of her so I didn’t crush her, I tried to regain my breath. Rowan mewled in pleasure, and I pulled her into my side. Her soft hand came to rest on my chest, fingers dancing through the hair that I could see had a few stray greys amongst them. When the fuck did they start coming in?
Just another telltale sign that I was too old for her…and yet I couldn’t seem to care less in the moment.
“Don’t get sleepy on me, babe. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Her light, sleepy laugh told me she needed the rest. I could give her that. Slipping out from under her, I looked over at her naked body. Her head on my pillow, blonde hair spilling out over my navy blue pillows. Her knee was up a little, showing me that pussy.
My pussy.
Now leaking my cum. What a sight she was.
Moving down the hall to the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and headed back to the bedroom, cleaning her softly so as not to wake her.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, there wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for this girl.
And that’s the problem.
Because now, I had something to lose.
Reaper
Crossbones Diner was quiet for this time of day, but that meant we could get the best booth seat in the joint. I led Rowan toward the back booth with a view of my bike. Having her on the back of my bike had been intense. My cock was still trying to calm down from having her arms wrapped around my waist. My hand was currently on the base of her back, guiding her to sit down.
She looked around, almost as if she were nervous. I wanted to kill that doubt in her. I wanted her to rise up to be the badass I knew she was.
“I thought you didn’t want to leave the clubhouse all weekend?” she asked me once we sat. I almost choked on a laugh.
“I figured you’d need some fuel,” I told her, motioning for the waiter to come over. I knew the girl, she’d worked here for a long time.
Rowan blushed, and I grinned at the way I could make her do that, even outside of the bedroom.
“Reaper,” Dahlia greeted me with a smile. “Your usual?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, giving the older woman a smile. “Rowan, get whatever you want.”
