Page 35 of Arrow: Riding Rebels MC

This was the first time I had anyone’s head between my thighs, and the sensation was overwhelming.

“Arrow!”

I felt him everywhere, and I couldn’t understand how that was possible.

My flesh prickled with goosebumps, there was ringing in my ears, and my mouth dropped open, yet there was no sound. Before I could verbally warn Arrow, I came on a silent scream that had my body folding despite his tight grip on my thighs.

I was crying and had no idea why.

“Damn, girl. We gon’ have to bottle this shit up.” He paused and looked at me. “Aw hell, never mind. I ain’t trying to be in jail because someone got a hit of this good shit. Ignore everything I just said.”

Arrow was talking to himself as he removed his pajama pants, and my eyes immediately gravitated below his waist.

“I’m not sitting on that,” I said and pointed at his hardness.

Arrow smirked and said, “Not yet, but soon.”

He got back in bed and used his hands to separate my thighs.

Since Arrow had gotten naked, I removed my nightshirt, and his eyes went straight to my breasts. Once the shirt was on the floor with the rest of the clothes, he leaned back and stared at my sex. I shivered at what could be going through his mind. There was a strong urge to ask a question, but since it would have ruined the mood, I folded my lips inward.

Arrow pulled me toward him, and I could feel him rubbing his hardness against my clit.

“Oh!” The best friction known to man had me in a chokehold.

Things changed in one breath because when Arrow entered me, I hadn’t been as prepared as I thought.

I lifted from the bed, and he wrapped his arm around my neck. Arrow’s lips found mine, and we did more breathing each other’s air than kissing, but that was perfectly fine. He worked me like there was a check at the end of our session. When he let me go, I flopped back, and he twisted slightly to the right and hit a spot I never knew existed. I wet him up, but his strokes never stopped.

I couldn’t remember the number of times I came before Arrow finally got his one.

“Fuck!” He tossed his head back and yelled. “You feel so fucking right.”

I agreed because sex with Gideon never felt like this. Not even in the beginning when things weregood. Sex had always been about him, and those moments were nothing like this one.

Light filtered through the window, and I turned on my side. The ache between my thighs was a quick reminder of the night before.

I hissed as I stretched.

“Why the heck does it feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck?” I whispered.

“That’s what good dick will do to you.”

I jumped and immediately regretted the fast movement.

Arrow chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. He had every reason to be cocky, so I couldn’t even be mad. When I looked at him, I smiled.

Hendrix’s back was against Arrow’s chest, and they were watching some kid show.

“How long have y’all been up? I can’t believe he slept through the night.”

“Nah, he didn’t. I made him a bottle using that breast milk you had stored. You looked like you needed that sleep. I also watched a video on how to change his diaper.”

Arrow sounded so accomplished, and it warmed my heart.

“Well, thank you for stepping in. I didn’t realize how much sleep I needed until I was getting it.”

He grunted, and I reached for the baby so I could get some loving in.

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