Page 112 of Dozer

“Fuck.” I raked my hands over my scalp. Tears filled my eyes. “Fuck!” I slammed my fist against the wall. “Fuck!”

I stormed out of the office, down the hall, and out the side of the building. My dad was being left to rot for eighteen fucking months in that piss shit, motherfucking hellhole.

I leaned against the side of the building and closed my eyes as silent tears slipped onto my cheeks.

“Dozer.” Pippa ran to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me tighter, resting her face on my chest.

“I’m fine.”

She lifted her face. Those fucking lips, soft and full, tempted me. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her fingers slipped under my shirt and grazed my flesh. I felt the sizzle of heat all the way to my toes.

“You don’t have to be.”

I lowered my head. It wasn’t the sweet brush of lips I’d imagined if I ever had the chance to kiss her again. Devouring her mouth, I forced her lips open, sought her tongue and sucked it. I kissed her until her whimper became a moan of need.

Fisting my hands in her hair, I angled her head, sliding my mouth along her neck, tasting, and sucking. I didn’t want to remember my own fucking name.

And I needed her to forget anyone but me.

Slicing my thigh between hers, she ground against me. Those gentle fingers clawed at my back as she tried to get closer. Spinning her around, I pinned her to the building, crushing my chest against the soft swell of her breasts.

Reaching between her legs, my palm slid along the warm, smooth flesh of her inner thigh. I wanted this, wanted her.

She stilled.

“Baby, I’m going to continue to dirty you up.” I rested my forehead against hers. Ragged breaths from her slightly parted lips caressed my face as we stared at each other.

I slid my hand higher, and she shivered. My knuckles grazed her panties. I waited for the whispered words to tell me to stop as I fingered the wet cotton. My chest ached with the bruising beats of my heart.

Her delicate, pink tongue slicked across her lower lip, and her eyes darkened. The sun dipped in the horizon cutting long shadows across the church property. Inside, the hum of music and men blended with the rumble of bikes coming into the MC.

I breathed against her neck, touching my tongue to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Those gentle hands gripped my waist as I tugged her panties out of my way. I was fucking desperate to touch her, to know she was still mine.

Wetness coated my finger as I traced the seam of her pussy. “Fuck, Pip.”

She sucked in a breath. Kissing her again, I swirled my tongue into her mouth as I circled her clit with my fingertip. I wanted hard and aggressive, but I fought the need to take.

Instead, I teased and played at her entrance, gathering her cream, and painting her clit.

Her nails dug into my flesh, leaving half-moon cuts in my skin as her hips chased my hand. “Dozer.”

“Whatever you want. I’m yours, Pippa.”

“I want you to make me come. I need your fingers inside me.” She gripped my wrist and ground her pussy into my hand. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

I jammed two fingers into her hot, tight sheath nearly taking her off her feet.

“Ah, yes!” Dark and dirty, just like me.

I pinned her against the building with a hand to her throat and banged her tight core with my fingers, grinding my palm against her clit.

Using my thigh, I spread her wider.

Her lashes fluttered, and her lips trembled. A flush of color stained her cheeks. Then a hard joltripped through her. Muscles tensed, and her pussy gloved to my fingers in rhythmic vibrations.

“Look at me,” I said because I needed her to know who was making her come.

Her gaze, heavy with desire, focused on my face.

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