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“Well, duh, for fun times in the sack. I just meant why let someone put a needle through your dick in the first place?”

“Jumper needed a guinea pig to make sure he did it right before he did the full rung on himself.”

“He’s got a full one? Can I see it?”

“Kitten.” Oops. Outside voice again based on that growl. “Only dick you need to worry about is this one, in this room, with you right now. Get it?”

I nod because my voice is no longer there. It flew away as he crawled back up on the bed and positioned himself close. Not touching, but I know he’s right there.

“Sit up, baby.”

I do as I’m told, and he pulls my shirt off, being careful with my shoulder. It’s healed but still twinges. The head wrap comes off next—sort of forgot about that thing—then the bra. Now I’m naked. And Flint’s naked. Lots of nakedness going on.

“Nervous?”

“Nope.” Lies. Suddenly, I don’t know why, I’m kind of having second thoughts about my ability to pull this off. Thank fuck Flint can read me well and just takes over so I don’t have to figure out what to do next. I mean, besides the “insert point A into slot B” thing.

He chuckles a bit before cupping the back of my neck and pulling my lips to meet his. The kiss is electric and takes everything I have. We nip at each other’s lips. Our tongues invade the other’s space, and we fight for the breath we now share.

I wrap my arms around his head and run my fingers through his hair. Done this twice now, and it’s safe to say he enjoys it. He reacts by putting his other hand on my lower back and hauling me up on his knees as he rests back on his heels. He moves my ass a bit, and then I feel the tip of his head between my lower lips. He pulls me down in one go and then curses as I cry out.

“Fucking hell, Kitten, you’re a virgin.”

He moves like he’s going to pull me off him, but I yank on his hair, hard. “You stop and I’ll fucking kill you, then cut your dick off and do it myself.” Yeah, it hurts, and yeah, it’s a complete shock to me. How the hell was I to know? I figured I would have had some sort of sexual past with all the weird, constant sex questions I have. Who has a mild penis fetish if they’ve never seen one?

Actually, now that makes sense. “Never had one, always wanted one” sort of ordeal.

But this feels too good to stop. The pain, well, it’s almost gone now. I use my own leverage to rock on him. Like a good biker, he resists, fighting his own desires as, I guess, he gets over this minor issue. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, but the way he isn’t even touching me, other than his dick inside me, I get that he’s struggling here. But I’m selfish. I want this. I want this with him.

I release the hold on his hair to stroke the longer bits at the back of his head. I kiss his earlobe, then his neck, sucking gently as I do what feels good to me. No clue if this is the correct way, but God, does it feel good.

“Flint,” I breathe as I feel the intensity build.

“Fuck it,” he rumbles a second before he wraps his arms around me and rolls till he’s on his back, and then another roll so he’s on top. Takes only a second, and we never lose pace. With a deep growl of his own, he starts to fuck me hard. I hang on, ’cause that’s all I can do. It hurts a bit now, but fuck, it also feels good.

I call his name again, and he growls again in response before he sucks on my shoulder. I move my head to give him better access, and then his lips travel south. I cup my tits, pushing them up and together so the evil gravity doesn’t take hold and move them out of the way. He rewards me by sucking long and hard on my nipple, pulling shudder after shudder out of me as I finally come.

He doesn’t let up, and as soon as I’ve collapsed from it, he pulls out and flips me quickly to my stomach before pushing me on my knees and entering me once more. The new sensation and angle have me moaning, calling for more and harder. Not even sure if that’s the best thing to do right now, but it feels like the right thing to ask. Especially when he gives me exactly what I want.

He grabs my hair, forcing my head to rise off the bed as he pounds into my once-virgin pussy over and over. His other hand curves around and flicks at my special spot so much that I come again. This time I bring him over with me, and after I fall on the bed, he pulls out and rolls to the side before flopping down himself. Our legs are still entangled together as we catch our breath and stare at each other.

“Think we can do that again?” I pant.

I get another headshake from him, but I get the feeling that he isn’t saying no. Then he rolls us once more before kissing me as he slides his dick back in my sweet honeypot.

Chapter 22 – Flint

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hat the fuck happened to you last night?” Bass asks. “I turned to get the bartender’s number, and you were gone by the time I looked back.”

I feel the hard smack on my back and just grunt in acknowledgment as Bass and a few others pile into the chairs at the clubhouse bar near me. I don’t look up, too focused on the drink that is now gone.

“Busy.”

“Oh really? Also noticed a certain cat was gone. Or do you prefer she be called Kitten?”

I glare into my empty glass but don’t respond. I do prefer to call her Kitten, and I also don’t like that the name I call her is on the lips of another man. Brother or not.

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