Page 26 of Royal Sons MC

“God, I love you, Tymber Black, more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You make me whole, make me want to be better.”

He stopped moving, lifting her off him and turning her to face him. “Ivy, if you were any better, you’d be a real-life angel. Now, shut up and fuck me like you mean it.” He pulled her onto his cock, not giving her a chance to respond.

Ivy gasped. The new position had her clit hitting the perfect spot with each push and pull. She used her arms and legs to work her body over his, glad he helped with a firm grip on her hips when her legs began to shake.

“Yes, right there. Oh faster. Help me, Tymber,” she begged.

His fingers dug into her sides. The familiar tingle began in her breasts, working its way down her chest, and then exploded throughout her body, squeezing the dick buried inside her. Ivy panted, her voice hoarse from crying out.

TYMBER BARELY HELDhis orgasm back the first time Ivy came, but the second time her little body clamped down on his, there was no holding back. His balls drew up. Tingles raced throughout his body seconds before he came, hard, coming deep within Ivy. They’d had the disease talk, both agreeing they didn’t want anything between them and had proof they had clean bills of health. Now, with her body milking him, he honestly wouldn’t have cared if she hadn’t been protected from pregnancy as he wanted everything with her, even the two point three kids, a dog, and a house in the hills. Yeah, he had it bad for his sexy little biker chick, but he couldn’t see his life without her in it.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to fuck you on the floor of the apartment,” he groaned. His legs would pay for the extra workout they’d been given, but not one ounce of him regretted it.

Ivy lifted her head from his shoulder, her smile radiant like always. “You don’t hear me complaining.”

He ran his hands up and down her sides. “You’re probably going to have bruises on you.”

She shook her head, smiling down at him. “Again. You don’t hear me complaining, do you? Actually, we could have them tattooed on me, so you knew where to place them next time.” Her eyes twinkled.

Tymber pictured her wearing his permanent fingerprints. “How about we get up and see about your other tattoo first?”

Ivy shimmied on top of him. The slow roll and grind of her body made him shudder. “If you insist.”

Life with Ivy would be full of twists and turns and bumps and grinds, but there was one thing he knew for sure. It was going to be one hell of a wild ride. Once you find that one person who completes you, who doesn’t want to dull your shine but will do all they can to fan your flame, you grab hold and hold on tight. He was going to hold on so tight; she’d be wearing his fingerprints even when she wasn’t with him, but she’d be smiling from ear to ear, remembering the pleasure he gave her when she got them.

The End!

Royally Taken

Royal MC 2

Elle Boon

By Elle Boon [email protected]

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