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“Yes, Goddess,” he groans helplessly.

I set a slow pace of sliding down, grinding against his pelvis, pulling up, and repeat. Each rotation of my hips brushes my clit against his pelvis, sending off little sparks of pleasure deep in my core.

Gradually, my pace increases, my grinding more excessive with each pass. Avoiding the welt on his chest, I press my palms against his hard pecs to give me more leverage. The beat of his heart accelerating under my hands spurs me forward.

Butch’s eyes take turns between transfixing on my face to looking down where we physically connect in one of the most intimate of ways. He pants, propped against the pillows with his wrists straining against his restraints.

“I could watch your pink pussy lips swallow my cock all day. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.”

His words make me slicker. “Say more words.”

He swallows roughly, sweat dripping down his scared throat. “My dick was made to be your toy. To pleasure you in the filthiest of ways.”

“Yes,” I hiss, trailing my fingers down his torso, up my thighs and rib cage to cup around my heaving breasts. I pinch my nipples, sending a shock of pleasurable pain through my nerves.

I bounce faster on his lap. “More. I need to hear you speak more.”

He swallows raggedly. “I live to make your pussy drench my cock. Fuck, Goddess, I’m close.”

My rhythm ramps faster. “Not yet. Do you hear me, Butch? You will hold off.”

Butch clenches his jaw. His eyes hold mine as he wills himself not to blow his load.

“Good,” I praise through a moan. “You’re such a good, filthy fuck toy.”

Butch’s hips rise off the bed, pistoning into me with the same feverish greed. The tip of his cock taps me deep, rubbing intoxicatingly against some secret area only Butch has ever reached. My thighs shake as I ride him closer to my peak.

When I realize I’m about to shatter, I release my breasts and place my hands back on his sweat-slick chest. I lean in close to Butch’s face to make sure I have his undivided attention.

“It’s time to make us official.”

Butch’s brows pull together as he strains to get closer to my lips. “Goddess?”

“Once I squirt on you, Butch, you’re my property.”

His eyes widen as my words hit home.

I crash my lips against his as the first wave of wetness releases from me, followed by the jolt of pleasure that floods my nerves. My body rocks forward from the convulsions coursing inside of me, nearly dislodging Butch from inside of me. He groans low and deep in his chest, thrusting up into me and sending shockwaves through my heated body. My pussy contracts and releases violently around Butch’s cock as I cry into his mouth, my release soaking into the sheets. Butch swallows my cries, caressing my tongue with his.

“Claim me,” I moan between kisses, lost in wet waves of bliss.

An animalistic roar rips from Butch’s lungs. The headboard shakes, groaning in protest before splintering around us.

Free of his restraints, Butch’s powerful arms wrap around me like a boa, holding me tight against him. He slams me down hard on his cock, making me cry out as more release fights its way out of me.

He pulls me off, only to slam home again one final time before warmth floods my insides. His release triggers another short orgasm from me. My pussy clamps down on his massive cock, milking the rest of his viscous release.

I grab his face, kissing him for all I’m worth as we shake with the aftershocks of our climaxes.

Sated and floating on the high, I can’t help smiling at the man I own, who owns me entirely.

“Mine,” I whisper in-between kisses, loving how my claim slips so easily off my tongue. As natural as breathing. “I love you, Butch.”

My biker smiles back against my swollen lips. “About damn time.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

CANDY

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