Page 29 of Anarchy

“Fuckkkkkkkkkk, Babygirl.” I groan, kissing her pelvic bone as she removes her finger from my ass. Slowly, I climb off of her and spin around, laying my head down next to hers. I cup her face while lifting her thigh and wrapping it around my hip.

“I fucking love you, baby.” I say, kissing her softly.

“I love you more, Reid. Always. Was that okay?” she asks, and I kiss her again.

“It was perfect,” I say against her sweet lips.

“Hold me tonight. Just like this?” she asks, and I nod.

“Rest, my queen. Tomorrow is another day,” I whisper as she lays her head on my chest. Reaching for the blanket, I throw it over our naked bodies and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next morning I wake up to my phone blaring in the distance. I roll over to an empty bed and automatically sit up, looking for her. I hear the shower running, so I lay back down, reaching over to the nightstand to grab my phone. Picking it up, I see four missed calls from Ryder.What the fuck can be wrong now?Pressing his name, I bring the phone to my ear and wait for him to pick up.

“It’s about time you answer the fucking phone!” he yells.

“Well, good morning to you too, handsome.” I laugh and he huffs.

“First of all, it’s not fucking morning here, and secondly, answer your goddamn phone!” He yells again.

“Jesus, who the fuck spit in your cheerios this morning?” I chide, and he growls.

“Ace, I need you to wake the fuck up and pay attention,” he orders, and I sigh.

“Fine, my little biker bitch. Lay it on me.” I groan, rolling over, low-key wishing he was here. I hate when he’s mad. He makes me want to fuck the madness out of him. I grip my hard cock as he growls into the phone.

“All that growling isn’t helping the hard cock in my hand.” I moan as I slowly stroke my length.

“Hold on,” he says, and I hear a door shut in the background. “Let me see?” he commands, and I pull the blanket down, snapping a picture and hitting send.

“Believe me now?” I ask, and he growls again. “What the fuck did I say about all that growling? It’s just making me harder, my little biker bitch. I wish you were here on your fucking knees for me, worshipping your king.” I groan as my grip tightens.

“Fuck, Ace. Now is not the time for me to be stroking my cock, but fuck. I miss that dirty mouth of yours.” He groans.

“Is that fat cock in your hands, baby? Rub your thumb over the tip for me,” I tell him, and he groans deep down the line, causing my cock to twitch in my hand.

“Damn, Ace. I want that tight ass sucking my cock like the good boy you are,” he groans as his wet strokes echo down the line.

“You want to stretch me out? Make me beg for more?” I say, pumping my dick faster the louder he moans.

“Yes. So fucking bad. I love when you beg, especially when my cock is gagging your throat,” he growls as his breathing becomes labored.

“Cum for me, my biker bitch. Let me hear you.” I groan, as my cock gets harder listening to him pleasure himself.

“We cum together, baby. I’m almost there,” he says.

“Fuck, me too. Just thinking about you pounding into me, making me your good boy.” I moan as my balls tighten.

“Shit, fuck,” he whimpers as a long deep growl echoes the line.

“Fuck. I’m cumming so fucking hard for you. Fuckkkkk.” I moan as I pump faster, squeezing the tip as my toes curl and the phone drops to the side. Hot white ropes of cum shoot against my stomach and chest as my entire body shakes.

“Fuck Ry. Fuck.” I moan, picking up the phone.

“Such a good boy,” he praises.

“I love you, Ry. I fucking miss you.” I say as I wipe off my cum with the sheet.

“I love you too, Reid, and I miss you more, but we have a fucking problem,” he says, and there goes my happy fucking mood.

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