I hear a foil packet being ripped open. His cock disappears for a second before he’s back, even thicker. Pressing into me.
One of his hands braces on the shower wall. The other reaches around to my clit. He doesn’t speak, but makes a rough grunt as he pushes that gigantic cock-head into me.
This time his strokes are slow, his fingers are almost gentle. He drives into me with control as the hot water spills over us. It feels different. Not just because now I know what it’s like to take him, but the silence is loaded. And I slip further under his spell.
Before when he took my virginity it felt purposeful. Me giving. Him taking. Marking my body with his.
This is bonding that rocks my soul.
Could I be in love with this man in a few hours?
The thought seems to turbo-charge my orgasm. When I cry out and collapse, he wraps a gigantic arm around me as he kisses my neck, sending me to outer space.
Good. Heavens.
As my core flutters around his cock, Skull shovesdeeper, stirs inside of me, side-to-side until he shudders violently. Ragged breaths trickling the side of my neck.
But as he dries me off, he seems a thousand miles away.
“Get dressed. I’ll walk you around. People will be showing up soon and I need to talk to some of my brothers.”
I put on my dress. Skull refuses to give my panties back, so I am already blushing when we walk out the door of his quarters and into a hallway full of people.
“Yo, Skull.”
“Hoss, glad I ran into you, I need a favor.”
The tatted up man strokes his beard as he gives me a once over. “Oh yeah?”
Skull steps completely in front of me, blocking my view. “I need some intel.”
With a chuckle the man says, “Whatever you need, man. Send me a text with the details.”
When Hoss moves on, Skull grips my hand and leads me at a break-neck speed to a big room that looks like a combination bar and living room on steroids.
“This is sort of the hub of the clubhouse, it’s where all the casual stuff happens.” He waves an arm. “Everyone you see here right now is either a brother, a prospect, a club slut or an ol’ lady.”
One of the men heads over with a woman tucked against his side. She’s wearing sneakers and cut off shorts with a club emblem on her tank top. She’s cute as can be in other words.
“Skull, I heard you ran into some trouble today,” the man says, flicking his gaze to me.
“Fucking Russo’s,” Skull mutters. They got her ID out of her car. So Katie lives here now.”
Well.Hello. Talk about throwing it out there.
“For now,” I say, pinching his ribs. “I haven’t agreed to staying here forever.”
“Yes you have,” Skull says, looking down at me sharply.
“They sound like us,” the woman says, grinning. “I’m Essa, by the way and this here is Chubby.”
I shake her hand, but I don’t ask why he’s called Chubby when clearly he’s not. He’s lean and strong looking.
“Hi. I’m Katie.”
“How did you meet this monster?” she asks, grinning toward skull.
“Oh we met by accident.” I blush to my hairline.
