Page 83 of Ruthless Obsession
She breaks our kiss. “You are beautiful in a rugged biker kind of way.” Her fingers move over my tatted chest. “And all consuming. You saw our chemistry right away. I-I hated you for it. I wanted nothing to do with bikers. Now I’m having a biker’s baby.”
I flash a cocky grin. “You sure fucking are.”
I drop my shorts unleashing my cock. Her tongue slips over her lips as she notices the bead of precum.
“Damn,” she mutters.
Sophie slides her thumb over the tip collecting the precum. She brings her thumb to her lips and makes a show of sucking my cum off her thumb.
“You’re my naughty girl.”
“I am, daddy.” She purrs, massaging her pebbled nipple.
“Fuck, baby.”
I hoist Sophie up into my arms like she weighs nothing. She slides her tongue across my lower lip as I walk us into the shower.
“I’m never letting you go, Sophie.”
She chuckles as I adjust the temperature of the water. I’m careful not to get her hair wet.
“Says my kidnapper…” Her eyes soften and she tugs my blond strands. “…who I-.”
“Nope don’t you dare say it first. I’m in love with you. Have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. Being my OL’ Lady isn’t easy. Every woman I entertained has it out for you because I only want you. They want to know what makes you special. It’s chemistry, baby. Shit, I locked you away, and you still gave mehell. I don’t know why I’m drawn to your spunky attitude. Maybe because I know when we fuck it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She palms my face. “I’m not the best.”
“It’s all you, baby. No one will ever understand that. I’m attracted to you.”
“When you were drunk, you said in front of Karla you hoped I was pregnant.”
These women are so jealous of Sophie for just being herself.
“You know if I said it, I meant it.”
“She sighs. “I’m tired of them. I’m ready to punch a bitch.”
“Hey none of that. You’re pregnant now. Can’t have my pregnant OL’ Lady fighting club foxes and sluts around the clubhouse. I’ll handle it.”
“Take care of me, Mavis.”
“I got you, baby.” I place her on the bench.
This big burly biker gets on his knees with all her pamper products and washes her entire body.
“Mavis, you stole my love.”
“I know.”
After Sophie washes and rinses my muscled frame, I pull her into my lap.
“Slide down your dick, Sophie.”
She rests her hands on my shoulders, and her eyes light up as she sinks onto my hard cock and quickly finds her rhythm bouncing up and down.
My large hands caress her back as I grip her breast and suck on her areola. I clamp my teeth around her nipple as she continues to ride giving her a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Oh, fuck, Mavis,” she mutters.
