Page 66 of Scorched King

I looked up at her, our eyes locking. I could see the desire, the need in her gaze.

“Tell me you want this.” The words rumbled from my chest. I needed to hear her say it, to know she was with me every step of the way.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, JD. Please.”

With a smirk, I pressed my mouth to her tender flesh and delved deep with my tongue. She gasped, her hips bucking against me. I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I explored her, my tongue circling her clit, teasing her entrance. She was so wet, so ready. I slid a finger inside her, then another, her searing heat making me groan.

Pleasure-filled sounds echoed off the walls as her body writhed. I felt the tension building as her muscles clenched around my fingers. I sucked her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. She cried out, a sudden orgasm crashing over her. Watching her go rigid, her mouth forming a perfect little O of shock made me want to fucking fist pump or beat my chest or something. It was the best feeling in the world. And I didn’t let up, working her over and drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was a panting, trembling mess.

Eventually I lifted my head. As much as I wanted to feast on her forever, there was more fun to be had and more ways to send my baby girl into shock.

I kissed my way back up her body, honoring each of her scars, her breasts, her neck. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze sated and soft. I grinned, probably more feral than normal, before pressing a kiss to her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of my face, her touch tender.

“JD,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I still need you. All of you.”

I closed my eyes, her words sinking into my skin, making desire burn through my veins. I wanted her too, more than anything. But I had to be sure. I needed to know she fully understood the magnitude of what it was she was asking for.

“Sasha,” I started, my voice carrying the weight of command—the same tone that brought hardened bikers to heel. “You know there’s no going back from this, right? I’m not playing anymore. Once you’re mine, you’re mine for good. That means the club, your safety, my rules, all of it.”

Her eyes flashed with that familiar fire I’d been fighting for two years. “I know what I’m choosing. I want everything too. I want you.”

I took a deep breath, my decision made. I stood up, pushing my boxer briefs down, my cock springing free. Her eyes widened, taking me in. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth. I rolled it on, my eyes never leaving hers.

The mattress dipped as I positioned myself between her thighs. I leaned down, my lips molding to hers in a soft, tender kiss. My heart raced out of control as I reached down, guiding myself to her entrance. I paused, our eyes locking.

“Last chance to back out, baby girl.”

She smiled, her voice as steady and sure as ever. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, JD.”

I pushed into her, her heat enveloping me, her gasp filling my ears. For a second my mind blanked before a sudden realization truly hit me. I’m home. This is where I was meant to be. WithSasha. My Sasha. I started to move, our bodies finding a rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine.

“You feel that, pretty girl?” I growled, my voice rough with desire. I was losing my fucking mind. “That’s me claiming you. That’s me making you mine. This is never going to stop. You’ll be mine in every filthy way I can imagine. Day, night—fuck!”

She moaned, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. I thrusted harder, deeper, her body taking everything I gave. The bedframe creaked, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke.

“You like that, don’t you?” I panted, my mouth against her ear. “You like it rough, Sasha. You like it dirty.”

She whimpered, her body trembling beneath me. Her muscles tightened around me, her orgasm building. I sat back, grabbing her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pounded into her, my body slapping against hers, the sound filling the room.

“Look at you.” I grunted, my eyes raking over her. “Spread out wide for me, taking my cock like a perfect good girl.”

Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming that perfect ‘O’ again. I smirked, knowing I’d shocked her, also knowing she loved it. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, my teeth clashing against hers.

“That’s what you are, aren’t you, Sasha?” I murmured against her lips. “Daddy’s dirty little girl.” I pounded harder, almost brutal in my thrusts now.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I pushed us both harder, making sure she got the real me as my body coiled withtension. I was close, so close. But I needed her to come again. I needed to feel her clutching me as she fell apart around me.

I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles. She cried out, her body convulsing, an orgasm crashing over her. I didn’t let up, my fingers working her, my cock pounding into her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure for the both of us.

“That’s it, Sasha,” I growled, my voice hoarse with effort. “Come hard for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

I felt Sasha’s body clenching around me, her orgasm subsiding, but I wasn’t done yet. Not even close. I slowed my thrusts, leaning down to kiss her, tasting her pleasure on her lips. She kissed me back, her body soft and pliant beneath mine.

“You really do like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” I murmured against her lips. She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I kissed her again, gentler this time, my heart swelling with an emotion I could no longer contain.

“You want to be Daddy’s good little girl every day, don’t you, Sasha?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching. I could see the effect my words had on her, the thrill, the taboo, the sheer fucking dirtiness of it.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.”

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