“You,” she finallyanswered.
Oh yes, victory filled his blue eyes. “Me to do what?”
“Me.”
She knew it wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for but thankfully, he wasn’t going to waste more time with his games.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them to the mattress on either side of her head, keeping his eyes locked with hers while he thrust inside her in one smooth movement.
Digging his knees into the mattress, he began to power up and into her over and over.
No longer taking his time. No longer being gentle. The power behind his movements made it seem like he was a man on a mission.
His grip tightened on her wrists and he kept their gazes locked, his deep grunts like an exclamation point at the end of each thrust.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “This pussy’s always been mine. Always.”
He was wrong. It had always been hers. He only got to borrow it on occasion with her permission. But she saw no point in correcting him at this juncture.
He would always say things like that and act possessively, because it was who he was. It was a deeply ingrained stance born from generation after generation of bikers.
With one hand planted in the bed, the other wormed between them. He snagged a nipple again and rolled the very tip between his thumb and forefinger.
Her back arched and now that her hands were free, her nails scraped down his back, silent encouragement for him to continue.
Despite their past, she couldn’t get enough of him. And despite ignoring the truth, she never would.
Their relationship had never been perfect and probablynever would be, but during sex, they had always fit perfectly together.
Tonight was once again evidence they still did.
Oh yes, she was quickly sliding down that slippery slope of all that was Zeke. Fighting it had become exhausting.
And as much as she didn’t want to admit defeat, she was waving the white flag.
She quickly muffled a squeal when, with a twist, she found herself on top, speared on his cock and looking down into his smug face.
Oh yes, he knew he had won.
His cock flexed, pulling a groan from her and causing her eyelids to slide shut.
“Eyes on me, babe.”
She opened them, but instead of meeting his, she focused on that handlebar tattoo. He didn’t waste any time getting ink that declared to the world he was Ledger’s father.
And was proud of it.
Before her heart completely melted, she refocused her attention on why the two of them were currently naked.
Pushing all non-sexual thoughts out of her head, she rode his cock, wildly bouncing on his lap while planting her hands on his tattooed chest for balance.
He drove his fingers into her hair and used it to pull her down to him, taking her mouth, driving his tongue as deep as his cock. Stealing her breath.
She dropped all her weight on him and clamped his hips with her thighs, then began to rock back and forth frantically, ready to end this in the best way possible.
Grinding her clit against him, his tongue continued to sweep though her mouth, exploring every inch. She sealed their lips more tightly together to capture her cry when anorgasm ripped through her, followed by all the little explosions in the aftermath.
His fingers dug deeper into her hips, an indication he wanted her to keep moving, so she met him halfway every time he thrusted up. She got lost in the rhythm until his breathing hitched and his hips drove up one last time, almost knocking her off balance.
