Page 30 of Motorycle Daddies

I can tell her body is heating up, as she looks me up and down and licks her lips. Her cheeks are burning red, and she’s shifting her weight from foot to foot. I made her uncomfortable, but she stands her ground.

“It’s my only demand. I either want to be with all of you or none of you. Take your pick.”

With this new side of her, I have no damn idea if I can hold back any longer. I could take her right here on this floor, or in the guest bedroom. Against the wall. Wherever the hell she wants. I could take her over and over in front of these two and make her scream my name and say she’s mine and no one else’s. I have the power to do that.

My jeans are so fucking tight against me right now I feel like I’m about to burst through. I don’t even try to hide it.

Just as I suspected, Trap and Dart look to me. “Are you okay with this, Prez?” Dart asks, barely keeping it together. I see the veins trying to pop in his arms as his muscles tense up. His jaw is locked.

“I don’t think okay is the fucking right word here, Dart. But if I don’t have what I want, I think I won’t ever be okay again.” When I say it, I make sure to look her straight in the eyes.

“And that settles it. Take me. Claim me like you want.”

“Excuse me?” Trap says.

“You heard me.” She reaches back and pulls the clip out of her hair, letting it fall over her back and shoulders. “You care so much about remaining the Prez, then claim me first, right here in front of the others. It’ll be like our version of a handshake.”

Normally I’d laugh at a statement like that. It is kind of fucking funny. But nothing about the way she looks right now, knowing what I want to do with her, is funny.

I take a few steps toward her, reaching out to grab some of her honey-brown hair between my fingers, feeling the silky texture. Then I run a finger down her face before getting rough, putting a finger under her chin and forcing her to look up at me.

“Are you sure you can handle me? Because I could do so much worse than…” I take my left hand and place it around her exposed neck. “Placing my hand around this pretty little neck and making you struggle for breath.”

“Do it.” There’s no stutter, no question in her voice or her eyes. For the first time, I realize she wants this as much as I do. And I’m not going to fucking disappoint.

I start to stalk around her in a circle, surveying every inch of her in a way I’ve been afraid to.

Oh, I’ve looked at her. I’ve thought about her. But I haven’t allowed myself to get this primal with her, looking at all the places I could make my prey hurt and feel pleasure. If I’m to claim her first, I need to leave an impression—one she’ll never forget, even when I’m dead and gone.

I know she’s a virgin. I’ve gathered as much. This good girl is just like my daughter, maybe even more sweet and innocent. But she’s willing to let me take that all away.

I might as well make it memorable.

“Sit, enjoy, and don’t disturb,” I order Dart and Trap. Dart sinks into a recliner in the corner while Trap lies across the couch, his erection clear as day through his too-tight jeans. Pussy jeans, I sometimes call them.

I know they’ll be rubbing off to this, and I can’t blame them. They’re about to see a goddamn amazing show if I manage to pull this off.

I stop spinning around Meredith as I land at her back. She has a thin jacket on, and I locate her spine, running my finger up and down over it through the material. I’m so close to her that I can hear a nearly inaudible sigh escape her as her body both tenses and relaxes at the same time.

“If at any point you want me to stop, just tap me three times. Got it, darlin’?” I ask, making sure this sweet girl has an out. Because once I unleash my animal, she may want to run screaming. The last thing I want is for her to feel obligated, or worse, violated.

“Okay. But I won’t need to.”

I wrap my fist around her loosed hair and pull, the roots straining at her scalp as I make sure I can see into her eyes and her into mine. “You may eat your words once I start to dirty you up.”

“Please,” she says. “I don’t want to be clean anymore.”

My testicles constrict against my cock, and her statement nearly makes me come before I can even show her the way I’ll be able to fill her to the brim.

“As you wish,” I grunt before pulling her hair tighter, causing a strangled cry to leave her throat.

What a pretty fucking throat it is too.

I wrap my other hand gently around it, the skin a beautiful light pink. I’m gentle for now, simply stroking the flesh and getting a feel for it. I practically have her purring, and I haven’t made a move toward anywhere intimate yet. She was truly untouched, and she’s starved for what I’m about to give.

I let that hand slip beneath her shirt, cupping her left breast over her lacy bra. I massage her perky tit in my hand, a perfect handful, and grunt like a fucking caveman at the boys. They need to know what they’re missing as I make her mine.

Dart’s eyes are wide, like he’s never seen a fucking porno, but Trap is relaxed, his cock already out in his hand. That’s way too fast for how I’m gonna draw this shit out.

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