Page 69 of The Prez

Shane walks to the garage with Little Raf. I hear tools being dropped on the ground, the clang of them hitting the floor clearly reaching my ears. Then a chorus of men cooingat the baby makes me smile past my hurt feelings. It’s hard to believe that a group of hardened bikers talk baby talk when they see Little Raf.

Threading his fingers through mine and inclining his head to the back of the clubhouse, Raf says, “Come on.”

I follow behind him, trying to swallow down my wounded feelings. It’s not like I haven’t heard all the jokes and jabs before—it’s most people’s go to when they want to talk about me. But I was already feeling raw from thinking about what Kit said when Brock was lying about me. It’s just a little too much at once.

Raf drags me into a room that looks almost identical to the one he has at home, even down to the treadmill. It has the same king-sized bed, black comforter, plain, functional dresser and impersonal feel.

I step further inside, looking around at everything and wanting to add something here for him. Maybe a photo of him and Little Raf. I have a few on my phone and I added pictures at his house. One would look good in here.

Raf has a seat on the bed and pulls me to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

I nod, taking a seat where he indicated. “I’m used to hearing it, but it caught me off guard. When people want to talk shit about me, they always start with my weight.”

He growls, pulling me close. “She’s a bitch who doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” I choke out a giggle when he rolls on top of me and kisses me quickly. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

I sigh, sobering as the insults from Callie and Kit ping around in my head. “Being beautiful doesn’t make me any less fat.”

Raf’s eyebrows dip, that fierce expression coming back. “Don’t do that,” he growls. “Don’t let what she said come intoour space. You’re perfect just as you are. I don’t want you any other way. You hear me, Omari?”

His fierce expression doesn’t leave mine as he stares me down. Every time I get like this, feeling down on myself, Raf is here to make sure I don’t stay down for long. And he gives me compliments without making me feel like he’s patronizing me. In the few months I’ve been working for him—and we’ve been dating—he’s made sure I know how he feels about me and my body. Hell, he’s shown me. In many, many sexy ways.

Smiling a genuine smile at him, I nod. “I hear you, Big Raf. I’m sorry. I was … I was thinking about Kit and what he said that caused our friendship to break down. Then that vile woman called me the help and talked about my body. My head was just fucked up. But I’m better.”

“You sure? I’ll compliment your sexy ass every day so you know that I mean what I say. There’s no part of you or your body that I don’t like. Entendido?”

“Yeah, I understand. Thank you, Raf.” I lift my head and Raf meets me halfway for a kiss. I sigh and sag back on the bed. “You know … you could always show me how much you like all the parts of my body.”

Heat infuses Raf’s gaze as his eyes drop to my lips. “I could do that,” he says, bending to peck my lips once, “I thought about you in this room. Fucking you from behind. Watching this plump ass,” he reaches under me and palms my ass cheek, “bounce as I’m railing you.”

My cock lengthens so fast, I get lightheaded. “Oh yeah?” I ask, voice shaking with barely suppressed lust. “That could be arranged. But we have to hurry. I have to get the baby.”

Raf drops his full weight on me as he takes my lips in a greedy, almost frantic kiss. I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as urgently.

Snatching his lips away, Raf flips me over until I’m lying on my stomach. “Fuck.” I gasp, rotating my hips.

With a hand on the back of my neck, Raf leans down and licks the shell of my ear, taking the lobe into his mouth for a sharp bite. I hiss, pushing back against his groin, feeling his erection bumping against my ass.

“I’ve wanted you in this room, on your hands and knees, this amazing ass propped up for me for a long time now.” His hands come around the front of my pants and undoes the button. “Get these off and get this fine ass in the air.”

Raf lifts from lying on top of me and with a whimper, I drag my pants down, leaving me in a black thong. I don’t take it off, just get back on the bed and poke my ass out to him.

“Arch your back,” he rasps behind me and I do what he says. “Fucking beautiful.” He steps forward and runs both hands over the curve of my ass. He squeezes my flesh in his large hands, his fingernails digging into me. I moan and he chuckles. “I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look like this. Ass up and ready for me to fuck you into the mattress. Is that what you want, precioso? My dick deep in this ass?” He gives said ass a slap and I curse, the bite of pain going straight to my dick.

I nod, but I want him before he fucks me into the mattress. “Let me suck you first. Bring your cock to my mouth.”

The sound of his belt buckle being undone and his pants hitting the floor makes me smile, my mouth watering as I think about his dick sliding against my tongue.

The bed dips and Raf settles in front of me at the head of the bed. I look up at him, watching his pierced dick bob against his thigh. Raf grasps it, jerking himself slowly as his eyes roam over my body, where I’m still in position with my ass in the air.

I move closer to him, my eyes locked on where the silverof his barbell is peeking through his fist. I love sucking his cock, love teasing the sensitive flesh of his piercing.

Sticking my tongue out, I drag it over the piercing. I lap at it, flattening my tongue over his barbell before sucking his cockhead into my mouth.

Raf thrusts up, sliding a few inches of his dick into my mouth. “Don’t tease me. Fucking suck me so I can get my cock in you.”

I love when he’s desperate for me. My dick likes it too, twitching at his filthy words.

I open wide and draw him in until his cockhead is bumping my tonsils. He hisses, placing a firm hand on the back of my head. An almost animalistic grunt leaves his mouth as he fucks my face. “Your fucking mouth,” he grunts. “So fucking hot and wet. Flatten your tongue. Tease it against my piercing. Fuck yes, just like that.”

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