Page 80 of Crow

It’s buzzed on the sides, taken right down nearly to the scalp in a fade, while the top is long, thirties gangster style. I may or may not have had a few mishaps with his poor hair when I first started and had no idea what I was doing.

Crow didn’t care. He just kept getting it cut off, shorter and shorter. Raven teased me about it incessantly, but the current hairstyle was his choice. He was the one who found the inspiration photo.

His hand traces down my chest, slowly working the skin tape off that attaches the thin tank to my breasts. Before we took photos at the window, where anyone could see, he made sure I had that lovely handmade modesty covering.

It feels good to have it removed, but it’s even better when his big hand cups my breast, his thumb massaging my nippleinto a hard peak. My skin flushes hot and my hips bang into him, searching for his cock on instinct.

He tips my chin up, kissing my neck, grazing it with his teeth. “Please,” he groans into my ear, so sexy that my legs almost buckle.

“Yes. Yes, okay. I give up.” I might sound like I’m giving in, or getting talked into something, but as soon as he tears away my boots and tight jeans, he finds out just how soaked my panties are.

“Look how wet I make you,” he croons, pushing the black lace to the side and dipping his finger inside my tight heat.

That’s pretty much a constant state whenever he or Raven is around.

He steers me to the wall, arranging my hands so they’re flat against it. The clink of his belt buckle coming undone and the rasp of his zipper pretty much has me panting. The sound of his shirt sliding away, his boots getting kicked off, every beautiful inch of him getting naked, nearly inspires an instant orgasm.

His hand curls around my hips, guiding them out, spreading my legs apart while my hands brace against the wall.

“I’ll be careful of your back,” he promises. “I won’t touch it or even graze it.”

“I trust you.”

I look over my shoulder, lighting up inside at the soft glow on his face. Even more than telling him how much I love him, giving him my trust is huge deal. I’ve given him everything over the past year and a half. My body. My heart. My soul. My life.My skin, as a blank canvas. My dreams, my fears, my tears, my laughter. He’s given me a whole life in return.

We might not have our families with us, but we have a whole clubhouse full of brothers, their old ladies, and their kids, to be our pseudo-families. I’m so close with Lark and Ella now. I adore Penny. I might not work at Patterson’s anymore, but we still go there all the time, and Patti is always going to be like a big sister to me.

Crow and Raven tried to reach out to their parents multiple times, but like mine have done after they moved, they haven’t answered. We only know where his parents are, and where mine ended up after they left Hart, because the club’s IT guy, Wizard, is a real computer wizard. It wasn’t hard to find them because not hiding. Crow and Raven’s parents are still in California, and mine ended up in Chicago. My dad is working at a church down there, not as a minister, but as a janitor, and my mom works as a secretary part time for a large law firm.

I don’t know if they’re happy. That’s the one thing Wizard couldn’t tell me. I still hope that maybe one day, I’ll be able to find out.

“You okay?”

I realize that I’m still looking at Crow and he’s just seen some very naked sadness on my face. “Sorry.”

“That’s fine.” We both still go to places in our head sometimes. Of anyone, Crow and Raven are both so understanding about that. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

“Oh, I want.” I ram my hips up against him. His cock slips against my lace panties. He hasn’t taken them off. I doubt he will.

He sweeps my braid away from my back, wrapping it around his fist a few times and gently tugging so my head tilts back. After claiming my lips hard enough to bruise, he lets go, hand curling around my hip, the other pushing the lace aside so he can notch his cock at my entrance.

“We’re still riding tonight?”

“Good god, are you going to talk about scheduling when you’re inside of me?”

“I am. It makes me fucking hard as steel that you have your own bike and that you love riding with me.”

“In that case, yes.” He flexes his hips, pushing inside of me in a single thrust, filling me to the hilt. “Oh. Oh, god, yes.” I have to lean forward and spread my legs, push my ass out and push back at the wall at the same time, just to be able to take all of him.

His hand slips between my legs, rubbing my clit through the lace. The bit of abrasive friction makes me cry out, riding his hand and his cock. I drive back into him, letting out a small scream when he bites down gently against my shoulder.

He fucks me like that, nearly taking me to the brink before he guides my face down. “Look at us. Watch me filling that tight, sweet little pussy.”

He does fill it. He slams into me over and over, his pelvis and thighs slapping against my ass, hitting spots so far up inside of me that the world begins to fuzz out.

I watch it all, his thick cock splitting me in half, sliding out of me soaking wet to ram back in. I stay focused until I can’t anymore, until my vision blacks out and pleasure bursts inside of me like shrapnel, a grenade tossed into the room, sucking everything into the explosion.

Crow pumps a few more times then roars out as his climax takes over. His shout bounces off the walls, filling me up with his hot jets and a primal sense of satisfaction. I love being able to do this with him. I got on the pill right after we came back from Vegas so we could do this without condoms and without worry.

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