Page 34 of Deserter

Her chest shook with silent sobs when I added a second finger and began lazily pumping them in and out of her tight pussy. I couldn’t deny that I was wondering how my cock was supposed to fit without breaking her apart.

With a growl, I sped up the movements and Celia jerked underneath me with a loud cry. I forced my fingers in deeper and fucked them in and out until her body stopped resisting. I didn’t notice the blood until I pulled back.

Fuck.

I released my grip on her hair and moved back to the foot of the bed. “You’re a virgin?”

Tears clung to her lashes, and she nodded before turning away.

Despite what it looked like; my club hadn’t had to collect many debts in the form of flesh. Celia was our first in a long time.

She’d be my first, period.

Sure, I’d watched a few go down, but preferred the company of women who were willing. Had it been Richard’s wife or anyone else, I would’ve taken a backseat and let the club take payment as they saw fit.

Goddammit, Richard.

His daughter’s first time was going to be with a biker, and I had no fucking idea what to do with that. It wasn’t like I could take it back now.

I wiped my fingers on the sheets before pushing them back inside of her. This time, I used my thumb to circle her clit, while keeping my movements slow until her breathing changed.

Celia rolled her hips forward, instinctively forcing her body down onto my hand with a moan. I rubbed her clit again, this time with more pressure, and she tightened around me with a cry, squeezing my fingers to the point of cutting off my circulation.

I rocked back on my heels and admired her fucking perfect body while she came back down. Her hands were still over her head and she panted before bringing one down to rest underneath the pale skin of her tits, nipples hardened into points.

“Turn over.”

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and frowned at me as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and rolled it on. “But, I’m a virgin.”

I gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. “You said that already, princess.” I stroked my length up and down the folds of her cunt until she was writhing under me.

“Please.”

“What do you need?”

I needed her to say it. As fucked up as it was, I wanted her to want this as much as I did.

“I—” The head of my cock brushed against her clit and she shuddered before whispering, “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

She didn’t look back at me when she nodded. “Yeah.”

I was too far gone to stop and consider the repercussions. I locked a hand around her waist and buried myself to the hilt with a forceful thrust. Celia’s muscles clamped down around me and she buried her face in the sheets with a muffled scream.

My baser instincts took over as I stretched her body around my dick. Her back arched toward my chest and I thrust into her like a man possessed. When her head fell back on my shoulder, I bit down on her neck, pinning her body in place against mine.

Her old man had thrown her to the wolves and, judging by the way she’d stiffened beneath me, she knew I was going to draw blood.

I let my hand drop from her shoulder and reached down to cup her tits while continuing to suck the thin flesh of her throat in between my teeth.

“Yes. More,” she panted, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her nails dug into my thighs and she clamped down around me with a whispered, “Jesus.”

“Grey, princess. My name is Grey.”

“Grey,” she repeated with a harsh moan. “Grey, don’t stop.”

Fuck, where had this woman been hiding?

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