Page 53 of Raze

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” I snatch under her arms and lift her onto her feet before she makes me come, then spinning her around I force her toward my desk and bend her over it so her pert tits squash against the wood.

“You’re having this fast, and hard,” I warn her, lifting up the dress she's wearing and smacking my palm against her ass cheek so it turns the perfect shade of pink. “Then, when your little party’s over I’m takin’ you home and I’m gonna spend some real time with you.” I slide my finger into the back of her thong and hook it to the side so I can gain access to her tight, little snatch.

“Grip the desk,” I growl in her ear as I slide my cock all the way inside her, and that relieved little sigh she makes has me holding myself still and letting her feel every solid inch of me.

It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, each time feels like the first. The way her pussy pulses around me, and clings so tight makes my fingers grip desperately at her skin. I start to thrust, in and out of her, hearing her breaths get faster as her walls clamp me tighter.

I slide my hand up the front of her body and grip her throat, using it to raise her up so her back is flat against my chest. I slip two of my fingers into her mouth and fuck that too. I wanna consume every part of her the same way she does me, and as her pussy soaks my cock and saliva coats my fingers, I try to think of a time in my life when I’ve ever felt so complete.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect Peyton, my perfect, fuckin’ girl.” She bites down on my fingers making my cock jolt inside her and when her hips start to push back against me I know she’s starting to lose it.

“You’re so fuckin’ close. You're gonna come so loud for me ain’t ya.” She nods as I pull my fingers from her mouth letting them slip over her chin and neck before I grab one of her tits through the flimsy fabric covering them. I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger and she flops forward to press her hands on my desk, pushing back on me and rolling her hips deep into mine so she meets my thrusts.

I rest the palm of my other hand on her back, looking between us and watching how we fit together as she screams out my name and comes all over my cock.

“That’s right, fuckin’ perfect.” I slap her ass again, making her gasp, and when her tight walls clamp me inside them I offload myself, squeezing both her shoulders in my hand to ground myself as I fill her hungry pussy.

The sound of our breathing seems louder than the music on the other side of the door, and when she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me, I huff a laugh and shake my head.

“Come here, you.” I arch my hand under her chin and pull her back up, twisting her body so I can kiss her.

“Promise me something, Raze.” She looks serious when I’m done.

“Anythin’.” I frown wondering if there's anything in this world I wouldn’t give her.

“Promise you’ll never go to jail again. I…I –”

“I promise.” I kiss her again, knowing that not a thing could drag me away from this girl now, not even death.

“You like hangin’ around here, don’t ya?” Raze kisses me when he and all the other brothers pile out from the meeting they’ve just had.

“I just like being close to you.” I smile back at him, sounding as dreamy as I am ridiculous. “And who else is gonna kick James’ ass at pool?” I shrug.

“Sonny’s got shit to do.” Raze points out snatching the cue off him and gesturing his head toward the bar.

“How did the meeting go?” I take my shot, even though he’s stopped playing. There’s no harm in me getting some practice.

“Good, everyone seems much more positive, than they were a few weeks ago,” he tells me under his breath, leaning over the table and taking James’ shot for him. He makes the whole action look incredibly sexy and of course pockets the ball. He doesn’t even look smug about it when he straightens himself back up.

“Yeah well, there's always room for improvement.” I glance my eyes over to the girls who are still acting like complete bitches toward me.

“I told you, if you want ‘em gone just say the word,” he offers.

“And cock block your entire club?” I tip my head at him. “You’ve just got the morale up around here. I’ll just deal with it,” I assure him.

“Sweetheart, you're the president's old lady, you don’t deal with shit. You own it.” He lifts up my chin with the crook of his finger. “There’s plenty of women out there who can entertain these men, those girls are only still here because you allow ‘em to be. Remember that.” He kisses my nose.

“I gotta grab a word with Ruckus and Dev.” He tells me when he notices them taking a seat at the bar, and passing me his cue he heads over.

“Wanna play?” I turn around and see Wrath standing behind me, he’s got his long hair tied up today, and when he takes the cue that Raze just handed over I study the tattoos on his huge, strong arms.

“Sure.” I shrug, starting to collect all the balls and rack them up.

“They’re talkin’ about me, ya know.” He nods his head toward Raze and the other two.

“How can you be sure?” I question him.

“Because Raze is trying to protect me, despite the fact he acts like he hates me.”

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