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“Slow down, baby. I need to get protection.”

There was something unusual and pleasurable about knowing mine was the only cock that had been in her narrow channel.

Fucking hell

I needed to pull out, needed to put the protection on, but I could last a few more seconds.

And then she came suddenly, a loud throaty cry breaking from her lips, her belly pulsating as she rode me, those tight taut nipples a rosy pink now, and I felt myself start to come. Groaning, I pulled out and came straight up her belly and between her breasts, my cum spraying across her writhing body as she rode out the rest of her orgasm on my thighs, soaking me and the bed.

I watched my cock twitch ropes of cum across those pretty tits and knew I had the best of both worlds. A perfectly behavedand pious wife for my image and the sweetest little whore to warm my bed.

CHAPTER 9

Sunni

It was a few blissful weeks later that Raker came into the room and announced I needed to get ready to go on a trip out to the desert to The Fountain for the annual Water Distribution Ceremony. I was so excited I was almost vibrating, and a few days later I was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt so I could even ride with him on his motorcycle!

As I waited for him to finish getting ready, Raker took a key from his pocket and walked along the back fence behind the clubhouse, stopping at a patch of desert scrub that looked indistinguishable from any other to me.

In this position, behind the high fence, we were hidden from anyone passing by.

He bent down, then easily rolled aside a massive rock, so big it was almost a boulder to me. Brushing away sand and dirt, he revealed a heavy wooden trap door with an old-fashioned lock.

Raker turned the key in the lock and it opened with a well-oiled click, revealing a huge underground room with what looked like hundreds of boxes of neatly stacked guns.

We descended together down a short set of stairs, and Raker counted them quickly, then made a note in a pad of paper.

“Don’t tell,” he said, pinching my chin gently in a way that made my skin prickle with desire as his harsh mouth twisted up in a smile. “The feds would love to get their hands on this.”

“Of course not,” I cried, proud and excited that I got to know some of his secrets.

And my excitement only grew on the ride, as I sat nestled between Raker’s big thighs, the wind streaming through my hair as we rode in formation out deep into the desert.

I was the luckiest woman in the world to be his.

We stopped at a little drive-through burger place and I waited in line to get Raker and I some burgers, even the bills in my pocket feeling warm because they were his, and he had given them to me.

But as I carried the tray with the burgers wrapped in crinkly paper, my hands tightened as I saw Raker leaning on his bike and talking to Angel.

The way she was leaning into him, her hips nudging his thigh.

It couldn’t be more transparently obvious that she wanted to fuck him. And that they had fucked before.

He wasn’t looking in my direction, even though I had his lunch and was close enough to hear her breathy little giggle.

I fought down the urge to vomit.

He wasn’t going to do anything to her in the middle of the parking lot. I hoped.

No one seemed to be paying them even the slightest bit of attention, except for Bridget, who gave my arm a gentle squeeze.

“Here, come sit beside Builder and Amira.”

I felt ashamed of my emotions.

This was why I had been trying not to get too attached to him. He was still the MC President, still had the exclusive right to every cunt on the premises.

Angel bent still closer, her thighs spread so her legs were on either side of Raker’s.

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