Christ, she’s killing me.
“Wanna go home with you.”
She plants her feet on the floor and stands. “You don’t have to stay here?” she asks.
“No.”
Her mouth curves into a smile. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, I pull her close and press a kiss to her stomach. “Take it off.”
She unzips the skirt and lets it pool at her feet.
“You bring anything else to wear?”
“Yeah, I brought an outfit for tomorrow.”
“Good. Go ahead and get dressed.”
I don’t think she’s teasing me on purpose; but when she bends over bare-assed with that pink sparkly plug aimed at me, I have to count to ten.
“No panties,” I tell her.
“Okay.”
She slides into a skintight pair of leggings. Before I get the “what the fuck” out of my mouth, she slips on a sweatshirt long enough to cover her ass.
Okay then.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Karina
The ride up to Dante’s cabin is interesting. The plug—even though he said it’s the smallest one—leaves me feeling very full and aware of my ass. Honestly, after the way he looked at me once he got the plug seated, I’m amazed we even made it out of the clubhouse. I thought for sure I was in for a night of being bent over and fucked every which way.
Who am I kidding? I’m sure that’s still in the plans.
Sure enough, as soon as we enter the house, he’s stripping off my clothes, leaning over to suck my nipples into his hot mouth. We end up on the couch, with me straddling his lap.
“Ride my cock, baby girl.”
Planting my hands on his shoulders, I raise and lower myself until I scream out my release. Dante helps me up,and then bends me over the back of the couch, slamming his cock in me.
“This is so fuckin’ hot,” he grunts out as he twists and turns the plug in my ass. The dual sensations drive me crazy and I come again, bucking and calling out his name.
He groans and stops his frantic thrusting.
A sharp slap on my ass makes me giggle. He stalks out to the kitchen and returns to me with a smirk on his face. His strong arms lift me and he carries me upstairs while my fingers trace the lines of the bull tattooed on his chest.
“How long have you been in the MC?” I ask. He doesn’t talk about the club with me very much, but I am curious about something that is such a big part of his life.
“Sixteen years. Started hanging around at sixteen. Got my prospect rocker at eighteen. Became a full-patched brother a year later.”
He smiles down at me and sets me on the bed.
“Hands and knees, babe.”
I roll over and do as he asks. He grabs the end of the plug and twists it. I can’t believe how much he loves this thing. A twist in the opposite direction makes me moan. Then he tugs it out and retreats to the bathroom where I hear the water run for a while.
He chuckles and shakes his head when he comes out and finds me in the same position. “Up in bed, baby girl. Had a long fuckin’ day and I am ready to go to sleep holdin’ my girl.”
