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“We can’t do this here, Kohen. The children might come down the stairs and I do not want them to be scarred for life, seeing their father defiling some woman.” My voice quivers with arousal.

“You make a good point, baby, but my kids sleep like the dead. I have checked on them and they are sound asleep. No more stalling, Mads. I need to have you.” His mouth latches onto my nipple beneath my bra, making me arch into him.

His hands slip up my back, the palms rough against my smooth skin.

Moving my hands between us, my mind in a fog of desire and lust, I make quick work of his belt, then open his jeans. Reaching in I pull out his thick hard cock, and my eyes widen in trepidation, shock, and excitement.

“That is not going to fit.” I gasp.

He gives me a lopsided grin, before resting his hands on my bare thighs. Pushing the material of my skirt up to my hips, I expose the matching thong I am wearing to him.

“Oh, it will fit, baby,” he says moving my panties aside, his knuckle grazing my swollen clit and I whimper. “So wet for me already. I think you like me touching you, Madalyn. I think you like the idea of me and some other guy touching you, making you come on our cocks, then you watching as I fuck him.” My eyes widen at his depiction of what he thinks I would like.

“Tell me.” He grunts, pressing his thumb against my clit.

“Yes,” I cry. “Shit, that feels good.”

He slips a finger inside of me, then another and pumps slowly at first, then he picks up the pace. I whimper his name, panting as my climax grows closer with each thrust of his digits.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, his leather cut feeling cool under my fingertips.

“You are overdressed, Kohen.” I pant.

He withdraws his fingers, then sits forward to remove his cut, setting it on the back of the sofa. I can see the respect he shows the item of clothing that belongs to the club, showing his pride and loyalty to the Rugged Skulls.

Next comes his T-shirt, which he grips the back of, pulling it off, and his biceps bulge at the movement, making my mouth water at the sight of him. Smooth, tanned skin covers big muscles, and abs for fucking days. There is a slight splattering of hair between his pecs and the sexy line that slips below his belly button, leading to the part of his body I want to ride.

What the hell? I do not think like this, or even act like this.

His hips lift off the cushion so he can push his jeans further down his legs, showing me the tops of his powerful thighs. My hands meet his chest, my fingertips flexing over the short hairs, and his nipples peak, drawing my attention to them.

My hands slide across his skin, my thumbs rubbing back and forth over the little peaks, causing Kohen to hiss, and his hips buck.

“You need to fucking ride my cock, baby. I want to feel your tight pussy clamp down on me as you come, screaming my name.”

“Condom,” I beg, my voice not sounding like my own.

He nods, reaching with one hand into his pants pocket and pulling out his wallet. Once he has the condom, he rips it open using his teeth and I bite my lip at the sight of his savageness. Shit, is that a word?

My mind is foggy and all it seems to see is Kohen beneath me with his thick cock that is seconds away from being buried inside of me.

His large hands slide the latex cover over his shaft and I whimper at the sight.

“Climb, on Mads.” With my skirt still hiked up around my waist, I rise up, inching forward.

His hands rest on my thighs, the calluses rough against my skin, making me tremble.

Bringing my head up, my gaze meets his, but he is looking down at where we are about to be connected.

“Fuck, that is sexy.” He hums when I line myself up over him and hover there for a split second.

His gaze snaps to mine, making me grin. Heat radiates off him, dark eyes bore into mine, and I feel this intense connection between us. I can’t put my finger on it, but right now I push the thoughts back and slowly sink down.

“Fucking minx. Love it.” He winks.

Kohen hands tighten on my thighs, before moving up and down in a soothing action. I whimper at being stretched by him, taking him inch by inch into my body, loving how much he fills me to the hilt.

“See, I was made for you, baby.” His deep voice is thrilling, and my body loves the sound of it.

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