Page 113 of Steel

“Fucking hottest shit ever,” I growl. “Lift.”

She does as I order, blinking sluggishly as she comes down from her release. I yank her shorts down her hips, helping her out of them one leg at a time. Then I slide my sweats down far enough so my cock springs free and there’s room for me to work.

I think we’re both too hungry for one another because no sooner am I free from my sweats and the tip of my cock brushes against her, she slams down, burying me balls deep inside her.

A loud groan rips from my chest and tangles with the moan that leaves her. Neither of us have time to fucking breath as my woman sets a punishing pace on top of me. She rides me like she was fucking born to do it. Maybe she was. Maybe she was born just for fucking me.

“Yeah, baby girl. Fuck me just like that. Look at that pussy suckin’ my cock like the hungry bitch she is,” I groan, anchoring my hands at her hips to help her move as I keep my eyes on where we’re joined.

“Jericho,” she whines.

Fuck, I love how she uses my given name, especially when we’re being intimate. It means a lot of shit to me.

Losing myself between Bailee’s thighs, I let the sweet feel of her cunt and the sweet words that drop in whispers from her mouth distract me from everything else fucked-up in my world right now.

I drift my hand up her body as she rides my cock, fucking loving the way her eyes never fall from mine and the way her heart beats triple time under her skin. Her pulse creates its own melody under my fingers as I wrap them around her neck. White hot heat flares behind her eyes as her pupils dilate and her pussy clenches around me when I tighten my hold.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” I rumble.

Bailee’s body jerks as she tries to find her release, but it remains elusive. She’s used to me being in control, and as much as we’re both enjoying the hell out of this, I know she wants me to take the driver’s seat as much as I’m craving to.

I drag her face down to mine, shoving my tongue past her lips to fight with hers before pulling back with a sharp bite to her bottom one. Dropping my hands so I can grab her ass to hold her in place, I lift to my feet in a move so swift, she gasps and wraps her legs around me.

She doesn’t stop fucking me, though, and I help her keep the traction going while I carry us over to the wall.

I slam her back against it and untangle her legs from around me so I can toss them over my arms to spread her wider.

“Fuck, yeah,” I snarl, my head falling back between my shoulders. “Pussy was made for my cock, baby girl.”

“Just fuck me, bossman,” she snaps, one of her hands lifting to my neck and digging her nails in.

So, I do. I nail her to the wall repeatedly until my grunts sync with her broken cries as we climb toward our release. Sweat rolls down my neck and drips into the indents her nails left behind.The sharp sting pulls a hiss from my lips as my hips jerk against her harshly. Our hips clapping together and the wet suction of her pussy sucking me in surround us, joining in with the noises that pour from our mouths, creating our own filthy love song.

There’s never been anything more breathtaking to me than my beautiful Hummingbird creaming all over my cock. Her mouth drops open with a fragmented cry, her eyes fill with a love so bright that it nearly incinerates me, and she does this thing with her body as if she’s trying to crawl inside me and make a home there. The sweet heat of her cream coating my cock as she clinches around me lights a fire in my belly and sends me into a tailspin of addiction so strong, I don’t know if I’ll ever break it.

Wanting more from her, I tighten my grip and push her back into the wall harder as I pin her to it with my hips.

“So,”thrust, “fuckin’,”thrust, “good,” I groan, thrusting harshly, chasing the high that always comes from being buried inside her.

For one hot second, a vision of her swollen with my child flashes behind my closed lids, and it terrifies me enough that I jerk them open.

There’s something on Bailee’s face that I’ve never seen before. A new kind of wonder emerges in her eyes as she stares up at me while I piston into her. It’s an expression that makes me believe she might have had the same vision as I did.

She lifts her hand to my cheek. “I lo—”

My face tightens, my fingers digging into her thighs as I hold my breath, fucking terrified of what she’s going to say, but also wanting—no,needing—to hear it. But something on my face must scare her because she cuts herself off and smiles softly instead.

That’s okay.

Her eyes whisper it to me anyway.

There’s something about this moment that makes me want to tell her what I’ve never told anyone else outside of my daughter. Not even my club brothers.

But voicing it out loud makes all of this real. It makes her a weakness to me, and in my life, you can’t have those. Lyric is my biggest, but I can’t shove her out of my life. It would be tearing away a part of who I am. The fight to keep her safe is big enough. How the fuck do I cope adding another person?

Bailee’s pussy clenches around my cock, pulling me from the thoughts I’d rather not be having right now.

The look in her eyes and the way her hips help work over my length have a groan tearing from my chest as my fingers dig into the skin at her waist.

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