Page 15 of Prez's Property

It was times like this when he said these sweet words to me that I forgot all about who we were and what we were doing.

He pulled me into his room and kicked the door shut, locking it behind us. He kissed me again as he tugged at the rope holding my robe together, letting it part. I dropped my arms, letting the silky material slide down my arms.

He hummed in appreciation. “Thought I was missing a shirt.”

I smiled, my cheeks warming. He’d noticed after all. “Want it back?”

He shook his head as he backed me up towards the bed. “Looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does on me, doll. Keep it. Take any fucking shirt of mine that you want.”

When the back of my knees hit the bed, he lifted me up and settled me on the mattress. I moaned when he slid his hands up my thighs, his thumbs grazing over my cunt before he gripped the hem of my panties and pulled them down my legs.

I pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head, leaving my body bare for him, just as he liked. He groaned appreciatively before he shoved my thighs apart and buried his face against my pussy. I cried out his name as he sucked on my clit, but before I could move my hips against his face, he held me still, locking my body down, leaving me completely at his mercy.

I whined his name, my back arching off the bed as an orgasm tore through me, making me lose my breath. I clutched at his hair, gasping for breath. Elijah kept lapping at me, slowly working me down from that high.

I lay panting on his mattress as he stood back up and stripped out of his clothes. With a hazy smile, I opened my arms to him as he moved over me.

As soon as he sank deep inside of me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He groaned my name into my neck as his thrusts became harder, more powerful. It felt like he was trying to break me all while his arms held me together.

A scream tore from my lips. Elijah clutched my body against his as he quickly found his release with mine, pumping his hot seed inside of me. After, he held me in his arms, his heart hammering against my chest.

“Fucking hell,” he finally groaned.

Fucking hell was right.

19

I didn’t know how long we laid there for. I must have fallen asleep though because when I woke up, I could hear the shower running, Elijah was standing in front of me, his hand held out like he was getting ready to shake me awake.

I blinked up at him. “What?” I groaned.

There was a tender smile on his face. “You need to get a shower, doll.”

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my face. “Leave me alone.”

He laughed softly. I shot him a glare when he gripped the top of the blanket and flung it back, leaving my bare body exposed to the cold air in the room.

“Dick,” I muttered, though I didn’t really mean it. I just wanted to sleep. The man always fucked me into exhaustion.

He laughed and scooped me up from the bed, carrying me to the shower. I sighed when the hot water ran over me, my body coming awake even though I didn’t want it to.

With the amount of sex Elijah and I had, I needed all the rest I could get. The man had a habit of always wearing me out.

“Come on, doll,” he coaxed, setting me on my feet but keeping a hand on my hip. “I’ve got church here soon, and you need to get downstairs and help clean up from last night.”

And just like that, I felt like cold water had been thrown over me. It happened a lot with him.

I was nothing more than a club girl, and it wouldn’t be long before Elijah had enough of me and moved on. Eventually, they all did. I’d seen women come and go because they fell for a patched member that had no intentions of settling down with them.

They couldn’t take the heartbreak.

I almost laughed at myself because even I had almost walked from the club over Elijah.

What a fucking mess.

“Come out of your head, doll,” Elijah coaxed, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. “Shower.”

“I could have taken a shower in my own room,” I told him.

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