Page 7 of Papa's Beloved

Papa

“CUM WITH ME,” SHE PANTS.

Fucking woman will be the death of me. I’m not close but I can get there. I grab her hair and pull her head back, biting her neck. Hard enough I know it’ll leave a mark.

As I bite her neck, I pick up speed, pounding her pussy. She’ll be sore later. Her cries and moans bring me closer to the edge she crests and her pussy milks my cock. I feel my balls draw tighter.

“Yes, my King,” she cries out and I’m done for.

I cum deep inside her with a moan of my own before taking her mouth in a scorching kiss. When we pull apart, she unwinds her long legs from my waist and slides down my body.

She wobbles, and I put my hands on her waist to steady her.

“Take me dancing as soon as I can walk.”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“Your wish is my command. Masquerade or Polo Club?”

“Masquerade.”

She leans against me. This woman is my whole fucking world. Now I just need to convince her she’s good enough. Truth be told, she’s too good for me. Nay is an amazing person with a huge heart. She’s always helping others. Her desire to help people led her to become a nurse practitioner.

She doesn’t know it, but the club’s been talking about funding a small clinic. Doc’s on board to become the chief physician. Nay could work for the clinic, too. We stop along the way and grab a drink for Nay. I’m driving, so one beer is my limit. I can drink when we get back to the clubhouse.

By the time we make it to Masquerade, my woman is giggling and ready to dance. The club is thumping and people are wall to wall. Nay laughs and pulls me through the crowd and onto the dance floor.

She wiggles, and giggles, until she gets my feet moving. The music’s not bad. Not our usual, but we can move to it. I lead us through a few moves and over to a dark corner.

“You’re on fire tonight, Beloved,” I whisper before capturing her lips.

I devour her mouth, eating at her lips and sucking on her tongue. She grinds against me. Too bad she’s not wearing a skirt. No matter how sexy it looks, to wear a skirt on a bike is dangerous. I want my girl’s legs covered in case we go down. I’m an excellent driver. However, not everyone else on the road is.

I thrust my leg further in between the two of hers, making it easier for her to grind herself off on my leg.

“Take me home,” she yells above the noise.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I take her hand and lead us out of the club and back to the bike. Nay wraps herself around me like another layer of clothing.

Chapter 7

Papa

Iback into my reserved spot and help my woman off the bike before dismounting.

“Your place or mine?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Mine.”

We walk through the double doors and cross the lobby. There’s loud music and sounds of partying coming from Lagniappe, the club’s in-house bar. I lead us past to the hallway where the dolls and prospects have their room. It’s a fun way to torture the prospects. They can’t sleep with the dolls until they are patched members. Hang-arounds are a different story. There’s plenty of pussy to be had when you’re part of a motorcycle club.

Kelsi comes stumbling out of one of the fuck rooms, tears streaming down her face. Nay drops my hand and runs to her.

“Kels, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Bub, he’s in the hospital. They beat him horribly.”

Saber comes out of the room seconds later.

---