Page 98 of Royal Sons MC

“They said I could stay with them tonight, but I wasn’t going to ‘cause I didn’t want to leave you alone. I’m thinking it would be alright after all.” She grinned, showing Ayesha that impish teenager she loved.

“IT’S ALRIGHT WITH MEif you’re sure.” Ayesha looked back at King and his Sergeant at Arms. He liked the way she deferred to him, as she should. He knew she was submissive from the beginning, even when she snuck into his clubhouse.

“That’s fine with me. I planned to take Ayesha with me. It’ll be good for the others to meet her and for her to get to know some of the brothers and their ole’ ladies.” He kept his hand moving over her back, his fingers dipping inside the back of her jeans. There was no doubt in his mind she felt his marks on her ass; he’d made sure he’d left his prints on her, so she’d remember. There were rules he might be willing to bend for his woman. However, for others, he wouldn’t, and having her compare him to another man, especially some limp dick fucker was ass-blistering worthy.

Once Traeger left with Tiana in tow, he left Ayesha to clean the kitchen while he showered. He grabbed his leather cut, pulled on his boots, hooked the chain on his wallet to his jeans, and slid it into his back pocket.

Stepping back into the kitchen, King stopped in his tracks, mesmerized at the picture Ayesha made. His mouth dried while watching her dancing to the music playing. Fuck, he had to adjust his dick, which was entirely out of character for him. He’d been to many strip clubs. The Royal Sons owned, in fact. Yet he’d never gotten hard watching one of the dancers. Well, not unless they were on top of him and planned to do more. Now, with Ayesha shaking her rounded ass in a pair of tight jeans, wearing what he knew was a thong underneath, his dick was fully erect and raring to go. King wasn’t a man who was used to denying his needs and didn’t plan to start now.

He closed the distance between them, pinning her to the sink. “I like the way you move, Little Dove.” He bit the lobe of her ear.

She squeaked. “I’m gonna get soap everywhere.”

Ayesha held her hands up, suds covering both hands.

“Why’re you washing the dishes when I have an excellent dishwasher?” he asked, nodding toward the appliance to their left.

“The lasagna pan had 'not dishwasher safe' stamped on the bottom.” She pushed back against him.

King liked that she didn’t try to hide her needs from him. He wiggled his hand between her and the counter, unsnapping the button on her jeans. It took him seconds to take them down. “Spread your legs and continue what you were doing,” he ordered her; at the same time, he fished a condom out of his wallet, having put a couple in there when he’d gotten dressed.

No sooner had she moved her legs apart had he opened his fly and covered himself with the rubber before he was sliding between her thighs, teasing them both. “Are you wet?”

“Do you mean from suds or excitement?” she laughed.

Ah, his sassy little brat needed a reminder of who was in charge. With his dick still sliding back and forth, he lifted his hand and swatted the top of her ass just as he slid back, giving him enough room. The tap was more a shock than pain. “I’ll ask you again, Little Dove. Are you wet for me?”

She shivered but nodded. “Yes, I’m wet.”

“Good girl.” He bent his knees, pushing the tip of his dick to her entrance, her juice coating him, sliding inside her with ease.

“Ah, Jesus H Christ, you’re huge,” she gasped.

He chuckled, his lips feathering over her neck. “No, you’re just fucking tight as hell.” King gripped her hips, watching as his dick moved in and out of her pussy, seeing the evidence of her arousal coat the condom. He eased the thumb of his right hand down the crack of her ass, gathering some of the moisture, taking it up to the little rosette of her ass, teasing it in small circles.

Ayesha tensed. “King,” she whispered.

“Ssh, you’ll like it, I promise. What’s your word?” He continued moving his thumb around in small circles, watching her body relax as he continued hammering back and forth. It was raw, dirty, and he fucking loved it.

“Ayesha, I asked you a question.” He pushed on the little puckered hole, holding his thumb at the opening while he waited.

“Penelope,” she whispered.

“Are you saying it?” he stopped moving altogether.

She shook her head, pressing her ass against him, capturing his hand.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d never hurt you?” King used his grip on her hip to move her body back and forth, giving his hand a little room to tease her again.

“Y...yes.” Her little whimper almost made him stop and turn her around. Almost.

“But here you are, already questioning me. What does that say about your trust in me?” He released her hip, grabbed a handful of her hair, and turned her head to meet his stare over her shoulder. “If we are to have any kind of relationship, I need to know that you trust me. That you’ll do what I say when I say it, no questions asked. If you can’t do that, you’d better tell me now.” King would still fuck her, but shit would be different. Fuck, he didn’t know how he’d deal, but he’d do it.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that—I’ve never done that.” Her chin wobbled.

He’d known she had led a pretty vanilla sex life, but to know he’d be the first in anything made him want to toss her over his shoulder, take her back to his bedroom, and remedy that situation immediately. “Little Dove, I’m so fucking glad you’ve saved something for me. Now, if you need a little reassurance that I’m not gonna take your ass in the middle of my kitchen, I’ll give it. When I decide to fuck your virgin little ass, it’s not gonna be a quick tap and go.”

He began moving back and forth as he spoke, his hand sliding around to the front of her. Her tiny clit was slippery with cream. “Turn the water off.”

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