Page 46 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

"Good," I whisper. "That way I won't have to teach your grown ass how to ride my dick."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm tired."

"Fucking brat," I whisper, but I say the words with an affectionate tone. And kiss the bottoms of her feet so she'll be too ticklish to protest. "I promised I wouldn't fuck you until I spend two weeks clean. Now I know it's going to be light work."

"Light work?" Amanda leans up on her forearms, struggling to wrestle her foot from my grasp. I keep a firm hand on her ankles. I'm not letting her get away from me yet.

"Yup. I can use my little loophole to stay distracted."

She scowls at me. "This was... an experiment. Consider your curiosity satisfied."

I laugh. "You are such a brat."

"Ethan... I'm thinking about your mental health."

"What about your pussy health? Doesn't it bother you that you've gone your whole life without a proper tongue-fuck?"

"I'm not having this conversation," she says, grunting between each word as she tries to force her body out of my grasp. I'm twice her size and could easily pin her down with a single palm. I lick the bottom of her feet, forcing her to make a noise between a yelp and a moan.

"What is wrong with you?" she hisses when I pull my tongue away and chuckle at her reaction.

"It's a fair deal. I'm not paying you for therapy anymore so... I'll give you head until... D-day."

"D-day?"

"Yeah. The day I give you my dick."

"Boy, bye."

I chuckle and kiss the bottoms of her feet again. "I'll let you sleep now and end all your suffering..."

"On what condition?" she interrupts.

"You have to be the little spoon."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not cuddling with you."

"Even after–

"Ethan..."

"Fine," I whisper. "But you'll change your mind and before you know it, that sexy ass will be stuck against my dick all night."

She rolls her eyes, but she's predictable. And so am I. One taste of Amanda's sweet ass pussy and I'm thinking dangerous thoughts. Like tattooing my club name on her dark brown thigh... Property of Bear.

My stomach feels suddenly sick at the thought of her going back to Boston. Or ever leaving my side.

I wait patiently for Amanda to fall asleep. I'm in no rush to leave her side, but I'll have to slip out of bed to get news from the Murray brothers soon. How did these Midnight SS bikers find me? What do they want? And are there more of them hunting my family down across the country?

I would much rather have my tongue deep inside Amanda than answer questions like the ones I have, but patience will serve me here -- I can tell.

She makes soft little snores after falling asleep, leaving me reasonably assured she won't wake up when I crawl out of bed to handle business with the Murrays.

I kiss the top of her forehead as I climb out of bed. My lips still smell like her pussy and I have the faintest remnants of her on my tongue still. Fuck, she's special. She tastes special. From the second I saw her, I felt this attraction to her.

But what happens next? It's been so long since I met a woman I wanted that I hardly know what I want anymore. Marriage? Babies? Amanda has never had either, which I can appreciate as rare for a woman her age. But what would she even want with me?

Good sex might keep her happy but... women need to know they're safe. I haven't come close to proving that to Amanda yet.

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