Page 58 of Lucky's Trouble

I knock it away. “You have nothing to worry about.”

She rolls her eyes. “I could be sick right now.”

“You could be,” I agree.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this then.” She tries to roll away, but I stop her.

“You think there’s anything Monroe could tell you that would change the fact that you’re mine?”

“There might be.”

I lean over her, lowering to my elbows and boxing her in, my hair making a curtain around us. “Thought I made it clear, but it sounds like you still don’t understand. You’re mine now, and there ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna change that. Through sickness and health and all that shit.”

“Lucky. . .”

“My mind’s made up. I licked you”—I make a show of lifting my hips and gazing down her delicious body—“fuckin’ everywhere. That means you’re mine.”

“That only works on children.”

I lick her cheek to prove my point.

“And apparently bikers,” she mutters.

Lowering back down, I drag my cock through her center once again while I feast on her lips. That conversation sidetracked us, but I’m ready to get us back on course. She wraps her legs around me and tilts her hips, giving me better access as I tease her with my length.

Once she’s writhing under me, I pull away to kneel in between her legs so I can witness the moment her pussy swallows my cock. I position the tip at her entrance and push in an inch or so before pulling out, only to do it all over again. I’m desperate to sink all the way in, but I fight it, wanting to enjoy every second of our first time.

“Look at the way your pussy cradles my cock.” I push in further. “You’re goddamn perfect.”

I grab her knees, pushing them up to her chest as I ease myself in further until I’m fully seated. My head rolls back on my shoulders, and I swallow hard. Not only is she a tight fit, but everything about being with her is new to me. I’ve never cared so much about someone I’ve fucked, never had the knowledge that I’m fucking the same pussy I’ll be fucking tomorrow and the day after until forever. It’s monumental, but it feels so right.

I peel my eyes open and gaze down at Tinleigh. There’s a sheen of sweat along her collarbone, her arms are stretched wide, hands fisting the sheets, and her puffy lips swollen. Knowing Neal’s most likely at the hospital being treated for various injuries right now helps to calm the rage over seeing all the marks on her, but it doesn’t feel like enough. The man should be six feet under or being shoved into an incinerator, preferably alive.

The only marks on her body should be from me. From when I spank her ass, or bite her skin, or cuff her to my bed. I have so many plans.

Not now, though. Right now, the only thing I want to do is make her scream my name and forget that the last forty-eight hours ever happened.

I pull out, watching the second she realizes what that apadravya piercing is all about. I wouldn’t willingly have someone shove a needle through my dick unless it served a purpose, and this one, along with my pubic piercing, served a big purpose.

I’m pierced for her pleasure.

“Oh my god. Do that again,” she says.

“Yes, ma’am.” I thrust back in, rotating my hips. The steel ball drags along her G-spot, making her gasp.

“I get it now. I so get it.” She giggles breathily.

Wait until she sees what my pubic piercing does.

I flip us over so she’s on top. Her teardrop breasts are all-natural, and they sway as she settles into position, straddling my hips and placing her hands on my chest for purchase.

“Grind down on me,” I say.

She looks at me questioningly, but she does it, rewarding me with the same surprised look she gave me before. Slowly, she figures out the best way to make the steel balls at the base of my cock please her.

“I’m your own personal sex toy.” I smirk.

She grinds on me, circling her hips before lifting up and slamming back down. I enjoy every second as she works me over until her movements become jerky, and I know she’s about to come again. Reaching out, I pinch one of her perfectly budded, rosy nipples, paying attention to her reaction. When her cunt squeezes me and she starts panting, I know I’m on the right track.

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