He slides my thong to the side. “This is going to be hard and rough, but that’s on you,” he growls and I can feel how he’s gripping his dick because he’s tapping it on my ass before he slides it through my folds.
I’m about to tell him, “And the reason I should complain about it would be…” But I can’t because he surges inside me with one hard stroke.
His hands travel to my hips and his fingers dig into my skin as he starts to pound my pussy. Fire starts to burn low in my belly. The feel of his grip. His rough pants from behind me. The sound of skin slapping skin. It’s everything that drives my senses on overload as I push my hips back to demand he give me all he has to give.
One of his hands leaves my side and I can hear the smack before instant fire burns hot on my ass cheek. “Deeds,” I squeak, and moan right after when his fingers slide over my skin toward my pussy as he covers my back with his body.
His lips are right next to my ear as the tip of his finger starts to draw small circles around my bundle of nerves. “I got you, Hotlips. Come for me.”
Hotlips. The sound of the nickname he gave me so many years ago whispered on a hot breath makes me gladly submit to his demand. His hips shift and his hard length is hitting a special spot deep inside me and it makes another wave of pleasure consume me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Deeds grunts as his thrusts falter and he buries himself inside me as deep as he can one last time. Pinning me in place as he completely empties himself.
My heart is racing and the rough pants flowing through the air are the only sounds as we both come down from our mutual high. Deeds finally groans and pulls out. I glance over my shoulder and watch how he falls back and his ass hits the couch.
His eyes are on my pussy as I feel his cum start to slide out. I glance down at my bound wrists and give a little tug. Leave it to my old man to tie me up with no way for me to get loose.
“A little help here,” I tell him, a dash of laughter in my voice as I shoot him a look over my shoulder.
He slowly shakes his head. “Nope,” he says and makes the P pop. “I’m enjoying the view.”
I’m enjoying the…motherfucker. “Deeds, come on, get me down from here.”
Did he just shush me?
“If you don’t cut me lose right now, I’m going to scream.”
Deeds snorts. “They know better than to come here. The President—our own damn son—knows what went down tonight. Broke was there and he’s preoccupied with handling Albie and the paperwork. Because for fucking sure I won’t do that shit, even if Archer wanted me to. You guys set me up, you guys deal with the damn paperwork. So, you see, sweetheart. I earned this.”
Did I say I loved this man and him being my whole world and such? I’m starting to doubt my own freaking words right about now.
“I’m going to sit here,” Deeds continues. “Stroke my dick while I watch that beautiful pussy until I’m hard enough to push back in and feel you wrapped tight around me, clenching the fuck out of me until we both come again, understood?”
And we’re back to loving this man to hell and back. In good times, fucked-up times, and eventually when the time comes where our hair has turned to silver, and our skin is all wrinkly. Though our love will remain untouched and just as fierce, I just know it. Because there’s nothing that matters most but the strength of our love. For it empowers the strong connection to allow us to face and enjoy our lives to the fullest.
About Esther
Esther E. Schmidt, author of Areion Fury MC, Broken Deeds MC, Wicked Throttle MC, Lost Valkyries MC, Death by Reaper MC, The Dudnik Circle series, and The Swamp Heads series. She’s a graphic designer that also loves to write. She released her first series “Areion Fury MC” in October 2015. Esther lives in The Netherlands with her family, three daughters, and a crazy iguana. She loves to write about bad boy Alphas with a heart for only one woman. To make it a bit interesting, that woman needs to be a badass herself. She loves to work out and most of her story lines come from doing cardio.
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Laying Low
The Disciples #2.5
Cassandra Robbins
I warned her years ago I'm a bad guy. She thinks we're going to Hawaii. Instead we're laying low.
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Blade
“Eve?” I yell, looking around our house to make sure I’ve not forgotten anything. “We need to go, Angel.”
My phone dings. I roll my neck, cracking it as I look down. It’s Axel texting that I should take Eve and get the fuck out of town if I don’t want to get caught up in our club’s latest headache.