Page 50 of Savage Rule

“Yup. Couldn’t afford one in good shape at the time,” I admit. Couldn’t have afforded it in the rough shape it was in either. Luckily, the previous owner was a gangster that owed the Sinacores money. One of the first jobs I ever did for them before Luca and I struck out on our own.

“She’s beautiful,” Scarlet says with true admiration.

But I only have eyes for her. Fuck me,she’sbeautiful. Painfully so.

“I rarely show anyone my collection,” I say to her, my tone lower than it was a moment ago. “And when I do, Ineverallow them to be touched.”

She doesn’t take her hand off my bike. If anything, she gives me a defiant look. “Yeah, most men don’t like their toys messed with. Especially ones this expensive.”

I stalk toward her and she snatches her hand back. When she tries to move away, I grab hold of her arm and keep her here. “I didn’t say anything aboutyou.”

“Me?” She peers up at me through her lashes, her green eyes sparkling devilishly. “You mean, I’m allowed to touch?”

“Not just touch.” With my free hand, I take hold of her zipper and tug it down, little by little. As I go, I allow my knuckles to brush against the skin I’m exposing. “I want you on my toy. Naked. So I can play with you both.”

She sucks in a breath as I push aside her top, revealing her full breasts. The pink of her nipples darkens as they turn into hard pebbles, and I cup them to feel them grazing against my palms.

“You’re fucking me up, Gunn,” she sighs.

“Ditto.” I lean in to kiss her, forcing myself to take it slow just for the sweet torture of it.

I slip her biker suit down her arms and waist, pleased to find that just as she came braless, she’s also missing her underwear.

“You told me to get ready fast,” she defends when I arch a brow.

“In that case, always get ready fast.” I thrust my fingers into her hair and press my mouth to hers hard.

Her naked body writhes in my arms and sets me on fire. I slide my hands down her side, and grab her rounded ass. She moans as I tease her with my fingertips, run them down the center toward her entrance.

I find her as wet as I hoped. My cock rages against my pants, urging me to give in and just fuck her already.

It takes more willpower than I knew I had to break from her. “Sit.”

She eyes the bike. “Are you sure?”

“Put that pussy on the seat.”

Doing as she’s told, Scarlet grabs hold of the handlebars and straddles my bike. When she sits, I envy the leather as her cunt parts and her clit makes contact.

“Like this?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder at me.

“Fuck me.” The sight of her, naked, on my toy as she called it, has me breathless. “Just like that, baby.” I throw my leg over the bike and sit/stand behind her. Biting her gently on the neck, I whisper hoarsely, “Lean forward.”

I push my hand between the seat and her, cupping her, feeling the velvety softness of her labia and the heat from her core.

She drops her head onto the odometer as she automatically lifts her butt to give me better access. “Oh God, yes.”

Using my middle finger, I gather moisture by sliding it in and out of her before spreading it over her clitoris and backto her puckered little hole. I push against it, but am met with resistance. “Please tell me I’ll get to fuck you here one day.”

“Someday,” she agrees. “For now, make me come!”

“Bossy hellcat.” I bite her and play with her breasts, pinching her nipples, grazing them.

When she’s trembling, her breathing ragged, I insert another finger and find that spot inside, the one I know will send her over the edge. I rub it until she bucks and screams, “Don’t stop!”

Then, she clenches around my fingers and her juices drench my hand.

I pull out as she spins in the seat and faces me. She’s smiling in that up-to-no-good way she has about her. “Now, it’s my turn.”

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