Page 28 of The Biker’s Guilty Pleasur

Reaper tensed up and pounded inside her, only to suddenly slow it down, then speed it up.

Grace didn’t know how much she would be able to take, but when he reached between her thighs, he began to massage her clit. There was no way she was going to have another orgasm. He already pushed her over the edge into oblivion. Yet, that is exactly what happened. Reaper commanded her body, and her body responded to him in kind.

She couldn’t hold back, the dual stimulation too much, and she came apart on his dick, and then, seconds later, she felt him join her. His cock pulsing as he came, filling her with wave upon wave of his cum.

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Reaper left Grace at the club as he took the call from Gena, and he arrived at the woman’s shelter as quickly as he could. It was late, it was dark, and he’d spent most of the day with Grace naked underneath him.

He’d never had a whole day where he spent his time fucking one woman. Grace was different. After the first time, he figured he’d have his fill, but less than an hour later, he was between her thighs. He loved the taste of her pussy, and loved the way she looked as he gave her his dick. It was like her body was made for him and him alone. He couldn’t stop himself.

The pleasure was out of this world, and because he’d been fucking her all day, he only left his room to get some food. During one of those trips, he checked his cell phone and saw he’d gotten a call, followed by a text, and then several missed calls from Gena.

He felt guilty, as he told the other woman she could rely on him. He waited at the door and as Gena approached, he noticed the way she looked past his shoulder, as if she was expecting to see someone or something.

“Thank you for coming. I am so sorry about calling you like this,” Gena said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He saw her hands shaking and then she immediately closed and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Come to my office.”

Gena was a force to be reckoned with and she didn’t scare easily. Once inside her office, he saw a cardboard box on the table, and Reaper didn’t even wait for an invitation.

“Be ... prepared,” Gena said.

He turned to look at her, and he opened the box, and inside was a dead animal. It looked like some form of roadkill, but it had been run over several times, and the smell was disgusting. This wasn’t new to him. Threats like this had been sent to the club plenty of times, usually a body part or two. Gena handed him a glove, which he took, and as he moved the carcass out of the way, he saw the finger. It did look feminine in origin. He was no forensic scientist, but it was small, slender, and there was a painted nail as well.

“When did you get this?” he asked.

“About three this afternoon, that was when I started to call you,” she said. “There is also this.”

She held out a folded-up letter, and he took it from her.

In cut-outs was the message, You have something that belongs to me.

“I’ve been calling around to the staff and the only one I can’t get ahold of is Grace. She doesn’t wear nail polish, though. Who could it be?” she asked. “It is a threat, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, and don’t worry about Grace. I’m taking care of her.”

“Why?” Gena asked.

“Someone was following her.”

Just then, his cell phone started to ring. Reaper frowned and then glanced down to see it was Lord. He was tempted to reject the call, but his prez would have his ass. There were people you could ignore, and those that if you ignored, it would end up worse for you.

“I’m a little busy—”

“You know that little problem of yours, that pet project, well, it has just posted its ass right inside our club,” Lord said.

This made Reaper frown.

“What?” he asked.

“That judge you want to piss off, he just signed a warrant to have our clubhouse ransacked and checked from top to bottom. You better get your ass over here,” Lord said.