Page 17 of Shade
I grab her and flip her over onto her stomach. I fuck her hard and fast, rutting over and over into her pussy. I rub her pussy, and she comes all over my cock.
“Baby, grab my cock tight,” I grunt, biting her shoulder.
I marked her all over with love bites.
I fuck her until we both are exhausted and fall asleep.
Five
Roxanna
“Roxy, I don’t want to ever lose you again,” Beau whispers in my ear.
My heart stops, and starts pounding fast, with the elation of his words. I feel his love deep in my soul, and I know that he’s true.
“You never did,” I say, leaning into him.
“I want you to meet my family,” Beau says.
“Okay, but I need to shower,” I say, biting my lip.
“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Beau says, sliding out of bed.
He takes my hand, and I get out of bed, following him to the shower.
I’m surprised that he has his own shower in his room.
“Do your Brothers live here?” I ask as I enter the shower stall.
“Yes, but they’re not staying here since they now have an Old Lady. My Brothers bought a house, so they don’t stay here often,” Beau says, grabbing the body wash.
“Why does the patch on your Cut say Shade?” I ask, rinsing my hair.
“That’s my road name,” He says, smiling.
“Interesting. Why,” I say, nodding.
“Because I’m the MC’s Secretary. I handle finances and take care of all MC records and books. I’m so damn white from always being in the office, sort of like a ghost, so they started to call me Shade,” Beau says, shrugging.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh, Beau! You’ve always been so damn white! It’s crazy reasoning,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, it could have been worse,” I say, smiling.
“I have a feeling that I’m going to be laughing about the MC lifestyle,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist.
We finish showering, get out, and pat down. I walk to the bedroom and look at my clothes.
“Baby, let me get dressed. I’ll get some clothes for you from Pixie. She’s basically my sister. We grew up together,” Beau says, pulling on clean jeans.
“Oh, okay. Is Pixie here,” I ask, holding the towel close to my chest.
“Yes, she’s on the third floor. She’s home for the weekend,” Beau says, pulling on a clean t-shirt.
I watch him, pulling on his socks and his black biker boots.
Gosh, he looks so hot.
