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“I don’t care who walks in here, or if they see me fucking you, but I’ll be a gentleman and kneel, so no one sees me. I’ll use your dress as a cover if needed.”

“Now, you’ll have to be quiet, so I’m going to have you bite down on the butt of that handle you like to fuck occasionally. Can you do that for me?”

She gave a swift nod, and I pulled the knife up and gently placed the butt of the handle between her teeth until she bit down.

“Good girl.”

Stroking a hand down the expanse of her ass, I slowly dropped to one knee while I worshiped her. I spread her cheeks wide, forcing her thong to the side as I settled my tongue against the tight space I’d been thinking about since I first flipped up her dress.

She let out a low whine as I began pushing my tongue around the tight hole while my fingers began rubbing slow circles into her clit. Her pussy already soaked my digits as I brushed along her silky slit. While I was ravenous to taste her, there was something so perfect about having her just like this, with her ass spread wide for me and my tongue teasing her.

Another moan slipped through her clenched teeth as something shifted and dropped from the counter. She was adjusting her grip while rocking back into my face.

I moved so my thumb remained in position over her hole and then my mouth lowered to her pussy. It was me that let loose a groan as my tongue traced a long line up her soaking lips, all that wetness now in my mouth as I closed around her clit and sucked.

She was shaking above me as I worked her messily and loudly. Her ass was still spread, my hands going to either side, so I had a clear view of her. She was gleaming with surrender, and I lapped up every fucking drop.

She made a squeaking sound as she squirmed, her hips moving, as if they were desperate for purchase, so I added my open palm to cover her pussy while I licked along the expanse of her crack.

She fucked my hand while I licked and rotated my fingers against her.

My cock swelled in my jeans, precum leaked, making me uncomfortable and wet. I needed to fuck her.

I quickly stood, hovering over her back as I began unbuttoning my jeans, and whispered near her ear.

“You going to suck my cock, and let me finish down that pretty throat of yours, or are you going to let me fill your cunt up?”

Her hands shifted, pushing more things away from her space as she spit out the handle of the knife.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Silas.”

I shoved the fingers I’d fucked her with between her lips, covering her mouth while I gripped my cock and slid home, filling her core to the brim with my thickness.

She froze as I pulled out, watching as every gleaming inch left the apex of her thighs and then I relished how tight she felt as I pushed forward again. Her hips rocked against the counter, and a moan left her chest as she shook under me.

We were both barely hanging on by a thread, and I knew the Stone Riders could all be waking, any of them coming in at any moment. But fucking in a motorcycle club wasn’t a foreign concept in these places; most people just lowered their gaze and kept moving.

I pulled Natty’s hair, lifting her chest while I began thrusting my hips forward. She was moaning and screaming against my hand as I moved faster and pushed in harder. The entire counter shook as we fucked. The way her ass looked with my engorged cock sliding in and out of her pussy as I took her was enough to send me over the edge.

She bit down on my fingers right as I came, gripping her hips in a vise. Her inner walls tightened around me, and right as she came, screaming my name, I removed my hand so everyone could hear her.

She was panting, and I was smirking while I pulled out of her, and slowly slid her thong back into place.

“Keep baking, Caelum. Make me something sweet while my cum slides between your thighs and makes them sticky. When I eat this delicious treat, I want to think about how you’ve carried me with you, feeling it with every move you’ve made. I want to look at you and know you’re remembering how good my cock felt inside you, and how devastating my tongue felt.”

“Fuck, Silas.” She breathed, trying to adjust her apron, and wipe it clean.

“Next time you wear that apron, it’ll have my patch on it, and you’ll be naked under it, riding my cock.”

Her smile was slow, warm and completely mine.

“Then you better make sure we’re in our very own house.”

Killian and Wes had left their club in the hands of Jameson King, who was not my biggest fan and liked to remind me of that fact as often as he could. It had been a few days since I returned with Natty, and he’d been glaring at me like he was sucking on a fucking lemon ever since.

I approached the porch he was perched on, while he was drinking a cup of coffee, looking tired as fuck.

“You even fit to babysit this club?” I pushed past him with a slight shove to his shoulder.

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