Page 84 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Yes,” Zayna nods. “But we have to be quiet.”

Our eyes meet again. That flinch in my chest is stronger. Holy shit, this woman has mind control over me. I stumble forward through my final hesitation – and what honestly brings me confusion about Zayna’s agreement.

“You changed your mind on the racist thing?”

Her lips tighten in immediate frustration.

“What does that mean?”

“Our kid is gonna be… I don’t know… dark-skinned.”

“Do you want me to change my mind?”

No.I don’t want her to change her mind about anything – especially not me. I want us to be a family. I want us to have something that feels… better than anything I ever had.

“I want to have a baby with you. But I don’t know… I’m not perfect. I’m probably not even very good. But I’ll try to do better for our kid.”

“I’ll slap you if you don’t,” she says. Pushing. Testing me a little bit.

“I can handle you slapping me,” I whisper, leaning forward and kissing her. No regrets. I’ll never have any regrets about this. Or her. I know it. She kisses me back.Fuck, she’s so soft.

“I love you, Zayna,” I whisper, holding her face between my hands and kissing her even harder. She kisses back. I know she loves me back, but I need to hear her say it. I need to feel it and I need to know that both of us have a reason to stay together forever. A baby.

When I pull away from her, she looks at me like she really cares. Like she wants to stay. Even through her sadness, I can tell.

“I love you too,” she says. “But I need you to promise that you won’t kill anyone else unlessabsolutely necessary.Like if Eden’s life is in danger or something.”

“Or our baby.”

“Our baby,” she whispers. “We have to get pregnant before we haveourbaby.”

“I can do that,” I whisper. “Ineedto feel you, baby. It’s been way too long.”

We fallinto bed together kissing. Zayna rips my clothes off, forcing my shirt and pants down so the fabric of my underwear is the only thing standing between us. The first time I looked at her, I wanted her – instantly. I just keep wanting her. Nothing satisfies my craving for her. I just need her.

But tonight, I don’t rush. I want to take her nice and slow. I want tofeel her. I kiss all over her neck and shoulders until my lips start to go numb. Only then do I take her shirt off, leaving on whatever sexy bra she has on and focused on kissing her chest and stomach. Every inch of this woman belongs to me. My dick thumps against her thigh impatiently as I kiss her stomach. I fantasize about watching her grow with my seed.

When I can’t take it anymore, I strip her lower half completely and taste every inch of her. I can’t stop myself from immediately diving between her legs and pushing my tongue into Zayna’s pussy. I want her soaking wet and ready for my seed. My tongue slides over her smooth outer folds and the louder she moans the more I keep sucking on her lower lips until Zayna is wet enough to take my dick without breaking in half.

She’s still so much smaller than me andso fucking tight.When Zayna’s ass cheeks wriggle around in my palms and she bucks her hips against my lips, I know she’s close. I tongue-fuck her slowly until she cums all over me, expecting my next urge to be getting my dick all the way inside her.

But I can’t pull myself away from her cunt. I just can’t stop eating her pussy until she cums a few more times. I only stop because she pushes the ball of her foot against my forehead and begs in a sexy ass voice, “Please, Ruger…”

I love hearing the way she says my name. This woman has complete fucking mind control over me. And… I trust her. I would have trusted her. If that bastard hadn’t shot himself trying to get the gun from Gideon, I know I would have come around. I love her too much more than I ever loved anyone else.

When I finally take her bra off, I have to stop myself from mauling her tits and actually hurting her. I just want to taste her. And maybe sink my teeth into her soft flesh. She moans when I dig my teeth in a little too deep. I kiss my way apologetically up her neck. She moans when I get to the softest part of her throat. I like kissing her there. Her moans are perfect.

I slide my underwear off and waste no time pressing the head of my dick against Zayna’s entrance.Fuck.She’s so wet.

“I can’t go slow, baby,” I whisper, brushing aside some of her thick curly hair to get better access to her neck while I slide my dick inside her. I bite her neck to give her some other pain to think about and Zayna cries out, allowing my dick to enter her in one deep thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I whisper. “I love you, baby. I love you…”

She spreads her legs and shudders as she struggles to adjust to the pain. I can tell from her face, her tight body that I’m hurting her. I kiss her softly, easing some of the tension and she melts after a few seconds as I struggle to stop myself from pounding her tight pussy with the urgency I feel. She reaches for my back and I nearly cum from the soft way her hands graze my muscles.

My hips move slowly and she holds me closer as my breathing slows and I exercise control over my deep thrusts between her legs. I need her to cum for this to work. I push her legs up to control the movement of her hips so that all my cum can slide right where it needs to go and then I massage Zayna’s clit and thrust between her legs until she climaxes.

She looks so fucking hot when she cums, especially with that angelic halo of soft ass hair behind her head. I lose control once she finishes. When she cums her pussy squeezes me so tightly that she forces me to take her harder and deeper. Her nails diginto my back as I get closer and when she cums again, her pussy grips my dick so hard that she pushes me over the edge.

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