Page 67 of Piper's Pyro

Her soft hand caressed my balls. It was like my cock had a mind and wanted to touch the back of her throat. Fine by me. I knew how good it felt to bump against it and make her gag.

Lifting my hips, I shoved my dick farther into her mouth. Goddamn, she swallowed me perfectly. “You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. I can’t take it anymore. I need more, princess,” I grunt as I fuck her mouth without mercy. “I need. To. Come.”

Her eyes bulged at the violent invasion, but I had learned over the last couple of days that she could take everything I had unleashed on her.

My cock was made for her mouth, ass, and sweet pussy.

The universe had custom-tailored us for each other. No one else would ever be right for us except the other.

“Hold on, princess.” I bucked faster. “Your breakfast is on its way.”

She growled and dug her nails into my thighs. She hated when I talked during sex. Stupid shit would leave my lips and rile her up. Frankly, I loved to piss her off while we were fucking. It made it wilder and more explosive. That was how we were in and out of the bedroom—explosive.

And I was about to explode like a fire hydrant.

I grabbed her head and sealed my mouth shut so I didn’t curse when my release hit. The mind-numbing pressure was better than any drugs.

One last firm thrust and euphoria hit.

She drank me down like the dirty biker princess she was.

My biker princess.

Mine.

“Now come up here so I can kiss you good morning.”

She crawled up my length with a sweet smile. “I love doing that.”

“Girl, your aptitude for cock sucking is stellar.”

She giggled loudly. “What? Because I give good blow jobs?”

“Shh, dammit.” If Piper’s family heard us, I was afraid to find out what they would do, especially Spectre. He didn’t talk to me and avoided dinner. That was fine. I wouldn’t let him intimidate me when I had this gorgeous woman giving me the best days of my life.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” She wiped away tears.

“Yeah, well, my rhetoric is effective.” I kissed her. “You love it.”

“Love? That’s a stretch.” She snuggled against me. “Our extended break from life is ending today. I’m so bummed about it.”

“Call in sick. After the hell you went through, they should give you more than three days off.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Russell. Yes, it was scary, but I’m fine. Besides, my bodyguards will be there.” She rolled her eyes.

“You shouldn’t need bodyguards.”

“It’s just how it is in the MC life. I’m used to it. Are you hungry?” She kissed my cheek and rolled out of bed, escaping discussing this further.

“I’m not hungry,” I grumbled.

“What do you have planned today? I’m only working six hours instead of a full shift. Maybe we could go out to dinner.”

“Yeah, sure.” I bit down on my back molars. We were doing this whether she liked it or not. “We need to talk about us.”

“What do you mean?” She was playing dumb. She knew exactly what I meant.

“I live in California. My construction job is there. I can’t stay here and not ever return home.”

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