“Silas, I’m close. I just need… Fuck, please, I just need…”
She needed me.
My chest puffed up in pride, and I pushed two thick fingers inside her. She was impossibly tight. So fucking tight, almost as if?—
I drew back.
No, that wasn’t possible. She was twenty-four years old, nearly twenty-five.
But she was also the heavily guarded daughter of an MC president.
She was?—
“Why’d you stop?” she slurred, trying to push her pussy back to my mouth.
I shook my head and pumped my fingers inside her.
“No reason,” I replied, increasing the pace until she squirmed beneath me. I placed my mouth back on her.
Hell.
My sweet little innocent.
But how innocent?
Was this all new to her?
Fuck, the thought just drove me on.
I suckled on her clit and drove my fingers faster, loving the squelching sound her pussy made from the friction against her wetness.
“Come for me,” I said, keeping my lips close to her mound.
She came on a shout. One last lick over her clit, and I pulled back to look at her, so fucking fascinated by the face she made when she lost it all.
I heldher close in my arms while we lay in bed together. One hand was absently drawing shapes on the skin of her biceps, the other over her tit, playing with her nipple.
“I thought this was supposed to be relaxing,” she stuttered, her eyes watching my finger as I plucked over the skin.
“It is,” I said, rolling the swollen bud between my fingers.
“Silas.”
“What?” I asked innocently, tugging on it roughly.
She rubbed her legs together. I grinned at her, letting go of the abused nipple and cupping her tit instead.
I squeezed her. “This is mine, yeah?”
She sputtered a bit, but no words came out.
I tightened my grip, and her brows pulled together in pain.
“You sound so possessive when you say that.”
“I am,” I said, with no hint of playfulness in my voice. I would kill any man who touched her. Who got to see her like this. And if she teased my monster enough, I might just kill that man in front of her.
“You weren’t when you…”