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Layla pushed up from him.“So you joined theclub.”

“More or less.He promisedme family and pussy so I really couldn’t turn it down.”He brushedhis finger over her lower lip.“You were definitely not part of thelife.I don’t know how many times he caught me looking at you.Hethreatenedtogutmy eyes out with a grapefruit spoonif I even thought about you in my fantasies.”

“Well,I was a kid.It is completelyperverse.”

He leaned in and kissed her.“I thoughtmaybe my obsession with you was something along the lines ofwanting you because you were off-limits.”

“Was it?”

He lifted his hips slightly and rubbed hishard cock against her pussy.“You’re not exactly off-limits now.What do you think?”

“I’m sure you’d get it upfor any woman sprawled across you naked in a bathtub.”

“I’m not so sure.”Hestroked her skin absentmindedly.

She watched him.He was beyond handsome.Notrugged like her father and some of the other men, but a sexy bikerthat looked pretty damn good in his birthday suit.He still had aboyish face, something she liked.Even when he had a beard, itdidn’t deter his good looks.

He gazed at her.“I’ve been saving to buy ahouse.”He swallowed.“No one really knows that about me.Jokerlaughs because I put all my money in savings and I don’t spend iton the whores at the club like Dooby and Tank.I think he nearlyfainted when I told him I gave you money.”

“Do you want a family ofyour own?Kids to fill your house?”

He looked over her shoulder.“My family isthe club.The guys are my annoying rug rats.”

She pressed her lips against his chest.“Youdo have a point.”

“What aboutyou?”

“Yeah.Sure.Someday.”

He smoothed her hair back and pulled her tohis lips.“Please tell me we’ve talked enough to fuck now.”

She snorted.“Nope.Not nearly enough.”

He lifted her and turnedthe opposite way so that she was pressed up against the side of thetub.His cocknudgedher right before he pushed thetip inside.

“We’ll talk while wefuck.”He held her ass in his hands and slid inside her.Sheclutched at the sides of the tub, trying to keep herself fromsliding to the bottom.

“How can we have aconversation with you pounding into me?”

He grinned.“I don’t know.Getcreative.”

He withdrew and pushed in again.Laylaclosed her eyes as he leaned down and pressed his face to herneck.

“What do you do in yourspare time?”

“Work on my bike.”Hepulled his cock out of her and brushed the tipagainstherclit.“Next question.”

Layla struggled to think.“I heard you tellmy dad that you’re protective of me.”

“Yeah.”He fucked her inhard sharp strokes, water sloshing everywhere around them.“It’sgoing to be pretty fucking difficult letting you go.I don’t wantto think about another guy touching you or fucking you.”

He pushed inside her and held still.Laylaclutched his sides, staring into his eyes.“Promise me that you’llonly date nice guys.Guys that respect you and love you before theyget in your pants.Promise me that.”

“Nice guys are boring.”She clutched his ass and pulled him toward her.“They don’t knowhow to eat pussy the right way.I could never get wet for a niceguy.”

He groaned and started thrusting again.“Don’t date losers, Layla.They’re not worth it.”

“I want to dateyou.”

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