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I roll with her on top of me. Her surprised look makes me love her even more. “Ride me, baby.” I growl feeling how deep I'm in her. She moves her hips, spreading her thighs more, letting me go deeper while her nails dig in my skin. “Fuck, baby. Yes.” I grab her hips, helping her to ride me while I feel her clench her walls around me. “Come for me, Princess,” she meets my thrust for thrust in a wild race. I can feel her juices all over me as I plunge into her mercilessly.

“Oh God.” Her eyes roll back in ecstasy.

When her climax explodes squeezing my dick so hard I hug her, consuming her lips as I follow her.

“Stay here,” I murmur on her shoulder, still out of breath.

“You can't run away from your own house.”

I burst out laughing, pulling her into another kiss. “I don't need to, Princess. I love you.” Her smile makes my heart do some somersaults. That's what I want to see for the rest of my life. Her smile. Her flushed skin. Her tits bounce for me.

Chapter Nine

Ashley

Iopen my eyes realizing this isn't my bedroom. It wasn’t a dream.

Rock is sleeping on his stomach with one arm over me while the sheets are on the floor. I look at his amazing tattoos and follow the lines from his shoulder until his back. The black ink on his skin looks great. Maybe I'll get a tattoo soon too, something mine and unique.

Sneaking out of the bed without waking him up is harder than I imagine but I have to pee so bad. Eventually I manage to move his arm and rush to the bathroom. I rinse my face and pause to look at his toothbrush.Should I use it?I put it back, spot the mouthwash, and use it. I try to brush my messy hair too, but it’s as wild as my night with him.

When I go back to the room, Rock has rolled on his back. I pause to look at him, trying to stop all the dirty thoughts that pop in my mind right now. I crawl on the bed. I’d like to straddle him but I’m not that brave, instead I snuggle near him, and he pulls me closer.

“Good morning, Princess.”

“Good morning, Zane,” I whisper, breathing in his scent.No, I can’t feel it.

His eyelids flutter open revealing his sleepy eyes. “Are you mad at me?”

“Should I be?”

“Nope.” He kisses my forehead. “I'm not used to hearing my pocket name.”

I shrug, a playful smile on my lips. “I just wanted to see how it would sound.”

“It's weird, isn't it?”

“I'm used to calling you Rock.” I confess, making him smile.

“Mmm, and when you call me that?” His fingers caress my ribcage before bending down and kiss me. “What time is it?”

“I think it's seven a.m.”

He reaches for his cellphone on the bedside table and checks the hour. “Six a.m. We still have time.”

“Time for what?”

“To properly wake you up.” He rolls on top of me. “I want to take you to our Clubhouse.”

“What's the Clubhouse?”

“It's our second home. Where The Black Panthers go to spend time together.”

“Like your secret cave?”

He peers at me before laughing out loud. “Kind of.”

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