Page 25 of Puma's Pride

“More than that. When a biker takes an Old Lady, he’s saying she’s his forever. Similar to a wife, but it is even more binding. At least to a biker.” I explain.

“You accepted this morning. Is it because of me?” Corinne asks as we move to the kitchen.

“Yes, and no.” I tell her honestly. “I’ve been reluctant to let our relationship move forward because I’ve been afraid of putting him at risk. When Juan used you to get to Puma, I realized how stupid I was being. I was letting Juan control me. But worse, I wasn’t giving Puma the credit he deserves. So many people have told me that Juan is no match for Puma. I heard them, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about the worst case. However, I realized that even if Puma had reached your apartment, he would have handled Juan. After all four men attacked him and he still got the upper hand.”

“He is a force.” Corinne says with a chuckle. “I can tell Mal is in awe of him. But what really amazes me is how good Puma is with the kids.”

“Well, he is basically just a big kid himself.” I remind her, which has us both laughing.

“Speaking of kids, I think I’m going to take advantage and take a nap myself.” Corinne says. I smile as she leaves. A nap sounds good, but I need something more.

I make my way to the hallway outside Church and wait. Talking about Puma and thinking about him has my body tingling with need. I’ve never done drugs, but I can imagine this is how an addict would feel. I’ve craved food before, like chocolate, but that feeling pales against how much I need Puma right now.

When the door opens, and he steps out, I feel desire wash over me. His grin widens as he wraps his arm around me and leads me down the hall. He leans down and whispers, “I can smell your arousal, baby. You want me.”

I shake my head, but before he can react, I tell him the truth. “I need you.”

“You have me.” He says as he opens the door to his room. As soon as he closes the door, I climb him like the tree he is.

I suck his thick lower lip into my mouth so I can give it a bite. He moans as I run my hands over his scalp, down his neck, and over his shoulders. I need to touch every part of him and I need him to touch every part of me.

He holds my ass in one of his massive hands while he uses the other to grab the back of my neck so he can take over the kiss. He plunders my mouth, not breaking the lip lock until I’m lightheaded. Then he attacks my neck, sucking, kissing and licking in a frenzy that has my panties soaked. I claw at this kutte, but with his arms wrapped tight around me, I can’t get it off.

“Off!” I demand, barely able to get the single word out before I latch onto his earlobe. As I slide my tongue along his earlobe, I feel his hips jerk. “I need you.” I whimper, which has him tossing me onto the bed.

He jerks off his kutte and lays it on the chair before whipping off his shirt. I lick my lips as he reveals each inch of glorious skin. I want to drag my tongue over every muscle and through every ridge. Hell, I could spend hours just on his pecs and abs. He raises one eyebrow as he unbuckles his jeans. “Get naked, woman, or I’m ripping those clothes off you.”

I grin as I quickly strip off my jeans and shirt, leaving my bra and panties. I move my arms to unhook the bra, but Puma’s out of patience. He grabs the bra and snaps the slim material between the cups so my breasts fall out. Before I can protest, he does the same to my panties. “I liked that set.” I pout as he pushes me flat against the mattress.

He lowers his face to mine. “I’ll buy you a set in every color they have.” He promises. “Then I’ll rip them all off.” He slams his lips against mine before using his tongue to own my mouth. His groan sends shock waves through me as I revel in the intensity.

His hands pass over my body, leaving trails of heat and chills. I crave the feel of his rough and calloused hands against my skin. Wrapping my arms and legs around his thick body, I let my hands explore the soft skin over hard muscles. My mouth is still searching for his when he breaks the kiss. My whimper of complaint turns to a moan as he kisses my neck before worshipping my breasts with his tongue and teeth. I never thought I could cum with just breast play, but damn, Puma is a master. My body is shaking when he makes his way down to my pussy. He only has to bury his face in my folds to have me exploding.

“Fuck!” I scream as my body jerks its way through a powerful orgasm. I’m just coming down off the high when Puma stands and pulls my pussy up to his mouth. Blood rushes to my head as he suspends me over the bed. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m lightheaded and completely at his mercy. Knowing this powerful man has complete control, but using it to give me pleasure has my next orgasm flooding through my system. For too long, I fought my feelings for this man. But now I know he’s the source of my happiness.

“Puma!” I scream as he sucks on my clit like it’s his favorite candy.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking sweet.” Puma groans out before burying his face in my pussy again. He has one arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand slides up my hip, over my ass just before he plunges two fingers inside me, tearing another orgasm out of me.

“Fuck!” I scream as he lowers my body back onto the bed. My limbs are so weak that he chuckles as I try to touch him. “I need you.” I moan, my heart rate increasing as I watch him stroke his cock. Sculptors couldn’t have created a more perfect dick. One designed to send me into Nirvana. “Mine.” I moan as he lines up to my passage. With a chuckle, he slams into me all the way to the hilt.

“Mine.” He growls as bends my legs so he can bottom out with each thrust. His balls slap my ass and I get lost in the sound. I’m keening as he pounds into me. My back arches as pleasure swamps me. He slides out before flipping me over. I scramble to my knees so he can slide back in. Wrapping his hands in my hair, he pulls me until I’m arching. His hips jerk as his own orgasm takes hold. With a roar worthy of a puma, he shoots streams of cum into me until it drips down my leg.

“Fuck.” We both mutter as he collapses next to me, drawing me close. We chuckle as we struggle to regain our breath and calm our racing hearts.

“Damn, woman, you slay me.” Puma says, kissing my temple before he rises from the bed. He returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me and then himself. I can barely keep my eyes open as he lifts me and places me under the covers. “Take a nap, baby.”

“Puma?” I slur out.

“Yeah, baby.”

“You need to ask my father about my mother. I think she’s the key.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: PUMA

Watching Alisa sleep, I revel in the happiness of having her in my life. Before Alisa, my life lacked substance. I may have had fame and money, but true happiness evaded me. Until this woman and the two kids down the hall changed everything.

Leaving her to sleep, I make my way to check on them. My first stop is Mal’s room. He’s not in his bed, but I grin at the transformation. Amazing the difference a single shopping trip can make. I doubt they put much of a dent in my card, but even if they did, I don’t care. It’s worth it to see how he made his room his. I know Mal and his mom won’t stay at the clubhouse forever, but the effort they put into converting his room tells me she expects him to visit.

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