Page 55 of June 7

She expertly pulled his hard cock out of his jeans, then pushed the denim down his hips. As soon as his pants hit his knees, he was good to go.

Turning, he fell back on the bed, taking her with him.

He lifted her pelvis and put her down on him. His cock slid through her wetness, filling her. The muscles in his calves tightened, curling his toes at the sweet pressure.

Her mouth came off him. He propped her up so that she sat, straddling his hips and taking his whole length.

Her sultry stare nailed him to the bed. "Damn, babe."

He slid his hands under her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her hair came down tousled around her face. She was beautiful.

Set him on fire beautiful.

She panted, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. He lifted his pelvis off the bed, thrusting deeper. Holding on to her thighs, he pumped inside of her.

He reached forward and palmed her thighs, rubbing her legs from knees to hip. "Ride me."

She inhaled a trembling breath. "Will you be happy with someone who's...?"

He stilled. "Talk to me."

"Will you be happy with someone who will never be able to live like a normal person?"

"You don't think you're normal?"

She shook her head. "I'm scared."

"You're scared that you're different?"

She parted her lips, breathing heavily. "I'm scared I won't be enough for you."

"Fuck that, babe." He thrust hard inside her.

"Bane, I'll always be scared—"

"Are you scared of this?" He flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. "Are you scared of me?"

"No."

He fucked her hard. "Scared yet?"

Her eyelids fluttered. He knew exactly what she liked.

"No."

He went down on his elbows and held her head still. "Look at me."

Her neck arched, and her mouth opened, but she failed to open her eyes. He ground his dick deeper.

"Look at me, babe." His toes dug into the mattress.

Daisy blinked. The second her eyes focused on him, and he had her full attention, he stilled.

"You're not scared of me. You're not scared of my club." His cock pulsed, growing bigger inside of her. "You've lived with every motherfucker in town talking about what your father did and taking his crime out on you. That is not your fault."

"But—"

"No buts, Daisy. You're pissing me off." He put his forehead on her forehead. "You're a survivor. You're a hundred times better than the people out there who open their fucking mouths. No one has a right to say anything about what you've lived through and how you choose to live your life now. No one. If you don't want to set foot in the sand for the rest of your days, then hell, babe, I'll stand beside you."

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