Page 13 of The Club Princess

“You want me to fuck you? Claim you?”

Mikayla looks at him. “Yes.”

“Tell him what you want, princess.” I guide her, suppressing my smile at the reference to the night we’ve already shared.

“I want you to fuck me. Make me yours, Gage.”

Gage groans, holding her dress for coverage as he steps forward and slides into her. Mikayla bites down on her lip hard, and I know she’s trying to contain any noise.

He starts to pound her hard, unrelenting in his strokes as the slapping of skin and the sloshing of her juices echo in the room. Gage leans forward, one palm on the table next to her, the other collaring her.

“Should I tell the boys how else I’m claiming you?” He kisses her, her legs wrapping around his waist when he thrusts harshly. Her dress starts to slide up, exposing more of her bare legs. A quick glance around shows me that none of the men are even looking there but at the passionate kiss Gage & Mikayla are sharing.

He pulls back, his fingers dragging down her chest as he stands straighter. Gage’s hands grab onto her thighs, pulling her closer to him with a quick tug. “Should I tell them that this is the second load of my cum you’re taking today? That your desperate little pussy is just begging to be filled.”

Mikayla whimpers. Gage’s hand disappears under her dress and her body jerks.

“Should I tell them that I’ve been coming in your fertile cunt, and it’s been keeping my seed nice and deep,” he whispers, his gaze flicking up to finally acknowledge the room. “Should I tell them that there’s no doubt in my mind that come next month, you’re gonna be growing my kid in that belly?”

Mikayla nods.

“Good girl. Now choose a second, princess.” He commands.

Her eyes fly open, and she looks immediately at me. “Daddy…”

My chest swells with affection, but I keep my face impassive as the council registers what she says. Bear gives a low chuckle that actually has my shoulders relaxing. It’s the type of support I was looking for.

I glance around, daring anyone to object, as I unbuckle my pants, pulling my hard cock out. "You sure, Mikayla?”

“I’m sure,” She nods, reaching out as I step closer to the table. Her hand wraps around my shaft, stroking it as I swipe her dark hair away from her face. Mikayla stretches her neck as her lips wrap around my cock, suckling it gently.

“Jesus,” Scruff mutters under his breath. I scowl at him, and he throws his hands up, motioning a zip across his mouth.

Her hand drops as Mikayla leans up on her elbow and pulls me further into her mouth as her tongue swirls around me. I stroke the base of my hardened length, wanting desperately to bury myself down her throat. But I couldn’t come in her mouth, the point of this show is only to prove she’s comfortable in front of the brothers; only Gage is allowed to claim her with his cum. Her head bobs as she struggles to stretch her jaw fully around my girth.

“I’m close,” Gage warns as if he read where my mind went.

I nod, staring down at Mikayla as I pull out of her small mouth. “Push your tits together, princess. I’m gonna come on them.”

Her fingers pull at the top of the dress, and Gage growls. “Keep them covered.”

She cups her breasts, pushing them up as I fuck my fist faster. Leaning forward, I swallow down the groan building in my throat as long white ropes splutter across her tan mounds.

Mikayla gasps as a few more strands land all over her chest and neck. Stepping back, I push my half-hard cock back into my jeans as Gage starts to thrust faster into her. A few more strokes, and they moan together as he stills.

I grab a towel, handing it to Gage to clean his woman.

Turning back to the men, I smirk at their appraising glances. “Any objections?”

There’s silence for a moment before Gage whispers, “You’re all mine, princess.”

Gage

Grinning,Ishakeoutthe leather jacket. I run my fingers over the patch on the back of my name. The thought of her riding bitch with the jacket on her back statingProperty of Gagemakes me hard as fuck. I need to fuck her in this cut as soon as possible. Glancing at the front window, I wonder if she’d allow me to slip it in before her appointment.

It’s been a few weeks since we fucked her in the office, and she’s late. Instead of buying a cheap test from the store, she wants to see her gynecologist and possibly get an ultrasound.

I run up the driveway, closing the front door softly and hanging the jacket.

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