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“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known in my entire life,” he murmured over her lips. He pulled back a little to gaze upon her glorious face. “You take my breath away. I have to see all of you. I’m removing your top.”

She sighed. “Yes. Release me. I want to be free of everything and feel your skin on mine.”

He rolled up her top, and she raised her arms, helping him. Once she was free, she reached for the top button of his shirt. “Now you.”

His instinct was to yank off his shirt. Instead, he let her do one button at a time. The slow process and gentle touch of her fingertips on his skin teased and titillated his senses. As his shirt fell to the floor, he turned his attention to the clasp of her bra. One small twist and the slip of clothing fell away, revealing her gorgeous breasts and erect nipples for his starving eyes.

In a surprise move, Isolde lifted her nipples, holding them between thumbs and forefingers. “Don’t you like this, Daddy?”

A swell of arousal overwhelmed him. “Yes, baby. I love watching you play with yourself.” He descended on her mouth. “Open for me.” As she did, he licked her warm lips, then lingered on her lower lip to nibble the plump flesh he so loved.

She sighed, and he went all in, allowing his tongue to roam free until hers joined in and it turned into a desperate battle of caresses. Who would feel more? Who would go deeper? As the frenzy threatened to take control, he pulled back a little.

“Do these shorts belong to Cel?” he asked, staring into her eyes.

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Well, I owe Cel a pair of shorts. Stand up.” As she obeyed, heheld the waist, pulled hard, and the piece tore down the middle. “Perfect.” He smiled at her supple legs, soft, rounded belly, and the small dark triangle between her thighs, the seat of so much pleasure for them both and one he intended to shave bare soon enough. Her sweet nipples pointed straight at him. Isolde was fully aroused.

Before he gave her the order to sit, he unzipped his fly. “Hold me and sit.”

Her small hands took out his cock, and Johnny gave a strangled gasp of pleasure.

“Can I lick you now, Daddy?”

He blew out a controlling breath. “Maybe later.” He struggled to speak. As much as he wanted to see Isolde’s mouth stretched around his cock, he had to wait. If not, he’d come in an instant, and that wasn’t his plan. His wish was to fill her pussy with his cum, without condoms or barriers.

“I going to fill your sweet pussy, baby. No more condoms for us.”

Oh, her pupils enlarged so much, the emerald color nearly disappeared under the black circle. She wanted that too.

“Baby?”

“Yes.” She arched, thrusting her breasts at him. “I want to feel you in me. No barriers. Go deep, Daddy. Hard and deep.”

“Then sit on me, baby.”

Leaning her hands on his shoulders, Isolde stared into his eyes. “Help me, Daddy. Spread my pussy for you.”

Smiling, he spread her slick labia. As she slowly descended, he felt between his fingers how his cock disappeared completely within her sheath. The sensation was so explosive, he nearly lost his mind.

“You’re so deep in me,” she whispered, slumping forward.

“Here we go, baby. Nice and slow.” When Johnny put his arm around her back, she held on to his neck, then anchored a legaround his waist, fusing them in a desperate embrace. Taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss, he pumped up, and she jerked on her descent. On and on, he continued, slowly possessing and pushing her to climax. At the height of his excitement, Isolde jerked wildly in his arms, and he went over with her. Fuck if her contractions didn’t milk him until he had no more to give.

Emotions overwhelmed him. He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder, going back in time to the afternoon he’d met his angel, and his throat tightened. He’d been underserving and old, worn out and used up by life. Aware of his many flaws and sins, he’d renounced her, even though his soul and heart had ached for her. Yet he knew no other woman would ever hold his heart. For Isolde’s sake, he’d turned his back on her and given her up, offering her a chance to choose someone better than him.

Life and destiny had their own ideas and ruled over man. Danger had threatened her, and he’d answered the call to protect her, no matter the outcome and consequences to himself. In the process, he’d understood love wouldn’t be denied. And now, here she was. In his arms, loving him as hard as he loved her. Despite the obstacles and the danger, she was his.

Glancing up toward a distant sky, he whispered, “Thank you.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Johnny and Isolde didn’t leave his old room, with the exception of Johnny’s secretive excursions to the clubhouse kitchen for food and drink. The fact that everyone in the MC, including Deacon, knew they were a couple and most likely had spent hours making love was a heady and liberating sensation.

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