Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I pound into her little pussy and she tries to quiet her screams by biting her lip, but she’s failing miserably. As much as I want to hear her cry out while I destroy her pussy, I don’t want any of those fuckers coming out here to watch. She’s mine. “Bite my shoulder.” She immediately clamps down on me and that bit of pain combined with her pulsing pussy is almost enough to make me cum already. I have to fight hard not to give in just yet. I haven’t had enough and I’ve got to give her more.
Her heels dig into my ass, begging me to take her harder. So I do just that. I’m rutting into her with a primal need. We’re both panting as I keep a steady pace and move my hand to her clit, pressing down ruthlessly as I feel her body start to shake. I know she’s going to be quick again and I love how damn responsive she is. She’s so fucking wet I can feel her arousal dripping down to my balls. The sounds of me pounding into her wet pussy make me fuck her harder, racing to my climax.
She releases my shoulder just enough to beg me breathlessly, “Please, Blake.” Her panted plea takes me over the edge and I bite down hard on her neck while slamming into her to the hilt and pinching her clit.
She screams into my neck before biting down on my shoulder with such force that I know she draws blood. The pain makes me cum even more, filling her tight pussy until it’s leaking out of her.
As I come down from my orgasm, I hear the door to the clubhouse open.
Fuck.
How the hell can I bring her into the clubhouse, into my world knowing the danger I’ll be putting her in? I move my forehead from hers, hearing her little pants as her aftershocks settle and her eyes pierce into mine; it’s too late. She’s mine now. I’m not letting her go.
Maddox
“I don’t know, Pres.” I answer Linc honestly while I look through the office window across the clubhouse at Marie. She’s at the bar with Blake and he’s practically pissing circles around her. He’s marking his territory like he’s going to make her his old lady.
There are a few women lingering, but they look nothing like Marie. Most of them are desperate for attention and clinging onto anyone they can. It’s never bothered me before, but seeing Marie all calm in Blake’s embrace with an air of confidence and ease surrounding her … Well, I want that. Remembering the sounds of her begging, I adjust my hardening dick and hold back my groan.
In the clubhouse we’re used to hearing and seeing all manner of fucking. But damn, hearing Blake pound into her … If I weren’t worried about Blake and what the hell he’s doing, I’d have made my presence known and helped her get off. And then again. I press my lips into a thin line, wondering how Blake would’ve acted. I glance back up at them and his arm is around her shoulder while he whispers in her ear. My eyes fall to the floor.
“He’d be stupid to bring someone from his past around. He knows the risk.” I clench my teeth at Linc’s words.
I speak up, “I didn’t take him for a piece of shit who’d risk a girl like that.” Looking back at Linc, I can tell that thought pisses him off too. It’d be fucked up to put your girl in danger. Especially when you’re an undercover cop infiltrating an MC.
Why the hell would he think it’s safe to get a girl? If his cover was blown–even though we already know–he would have to know that we’d use her against him. Not that we would, but some other clubs might. He shouldn’t have taken the risk. I look back at Pres while he’s nodding his head at my words. “I swear to God it looked like he was up to no good the way she was fighting him. No way I would’ve guessed they were just fucking around.” I have to admit that a possessive hold ran through me when I saw that shit. I grabbed onto her like a damn lifeline while I stared my partner down. I would’ve knocked his ass out if I’d let go of her. I shake my head, not knowing what the fuck that feeling running through me is all about.
“None of this matches what we know about him.” Linc’s words come out hard and I can tell that he isn’t happy that we didn’t know this shit about Blake. He’s like my brother. If he wasn’t a cop, I’d put my life on the line for him. Shit, I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t risk my life for him now. Even knowing he’s lied straight to my face. The thought makes me clench my fists tighter, turning my knuckles white. I can’t help that it fucking hurts.