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His tongue slides inside me, teasing and exploring, and ultimately driving me wild. He has me wound so tightly for him, it’s hard not to dive off the edge of the cliff already. I try to hold off, prolonging the pleasure but he sees right through me. He chuckles into my pussy, the vibrations only making me want him more.

“Such a delicious pussy,” he compliments, and I can’t help but feel a sudden surge of lust. His fingers trace a path along my inner thigh, eventually reaching my sensitive spot. He circles it, sending shocks of bliss through me, and I cling to the workbench for support. He’s too good at this and his rough voice mixed with the stubble grazing my pussy lips and thighs has my head spinning as a powerful orgasm overtakes my every thought.

“Blow! OHMYGOD,” I jumble my words together, moaning and gasping through the pleasure.

Still on his knees, he stares at my pussy, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Ready for me, Spice?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to burst free from my chest. Standing, he yanks me off the bench so fast I feel like I’m floating. He gently lays me down on the concrete, the smell of oil assaulting my senses once more, but I don’t mind it. I only want to feel him inside me.

“Christ, I love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, positioning himself at my entrance.

“I love you, always.” I reply as he slowly pushes inside me, my body trembling with a newfound need for him.

He groans, his eyes fluttering shut as he finds his rhythm. “You’re mine,” he says. “I knew it the first time I sank into this cunt, you’d changed the game for me. No one will ever compare to you.”

His words not only set me on fire but reinforce the link from my heart to his.

As he deepens each drive, I try to match my hips thrusting to his rhythm. There’s always been a primal connection between us from the very beginning. He growls low in his throat, one hand clutching my waist, the other above my head as he attempts to hold some of his weight from smothering me and loses himself in our pleasure.

Our breaths turn ragged, the intensity of our fucking rising with each passing second we’re joined. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him deeper inside me, holding his body to mine to feel his groin brush my clit. The sensation is dizzying, making me moan and mewl while I climb higher and higher for his touch. He leans down, kissing me, our tongues twisting in a way that mirrors the movements of our bodies. It’s so dirty and absolutely right.

He pulls away enough to stare into my heated gaze, his expression filled with an overwhelming amount of love and desire for me. “You are everything, Spice,” he whispers hoarsely. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The cocky biker’s not only my lover, but my soulmate. The way he looks at me as if I’m the only thing he sees, and the way he speaks, with so much love and endless need for me... it makes me melt inside, knowing I want forever with him too.

“Forever, Trent. That’s how long you have me. That’s how long I’ll love you.”

The End.

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Have you met the Oath Keepers MC yet?

Let me introduce you to Princess:

CHAPTER 1

VIKING

Savage.

That’s what my mother called me growing up—a no good, filthy savage. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was right.

If finding an ounce of pleasure by causing others pain makes me one, then so be it. I’ll own that title because it’s true. I fucking love pulling the skin away from others’ flesh as they scream in agony.

I wish I could say that I haven’t always been this way, but that would be a lie. Not that I’m above lying; if anything, I’ll use it freely whenever it benefits me. For example, when I found this MC, I didn’t come by it with any good intentions.

Arriving tired and irritated, I was sent by an MC called The Widow Makers. They wanted me to take out some rival Oath Keeper member whose road name was Exterminator. I was told that he had murdered some important members from another club—The Southern Outlaws.

The few SO Members that were left alive warned me multiple times during our meeting about how Exterminator’s a ruthless killer, and I should watch him before making my move. Of course, I was planning on some recon; anyone who’s been paid to kill before knows that shit. If anything, I was overconfident. Had it been me sent on the run to eliminate the Southern Outlaws, none of them would have been left alive.

After scouting Exterminator for a few days, I showed up at the bar he’d visited every night. I figured if I got there early, I’d have the one up on him.

My plan started to go to shit when I got into it with another club. The members had gotten me down on the ground, and I was struggling. I can handle three okay, but more than three I have to work at it.

Three of them had been taking turns at kicking out my right knee and then, in the end, striking me in the back with a metal stool to get me to fall. Once I hit the floor, five guys were on me like fucking leeches. They were determined to teach me a lesson but too big of pussies to do it one-on-one.

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