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“Let the club know there’ll be Church tomorrow. I’ll deal with Derrick Halpin,” I say, figuring that I’ve been out here long enough, and I don’t want Jade to wake up alone. I turn around to leave when I remember something. “Wait, what happened to the other people that were at the club?”

“Stumbled over each other as they ran for the door; it was comical. I could have taken a video for you, but it was one of those things you had to be there to see,” he deadpans. “I believe there’ll be a few concussions, bruises, and broken bones.”

“The auctioneer?”

“Dead eyes, scar on the face, and a chipped tooth?” Knox shakes his head when I nod. “That’s the club manager; we got him just as he was making a dash for the exit.”

“Buck,” I say, recalling his name from earlier. “Good. He and I have a score to settle, and I’ll start on him once I’m done with our rat.”

“Sure,” he says, revving his bike. I nod my thanks and watch as he tears away from my home and down the street. He’s loud as he drives away, no doubt waking a few neighbors, but knowing Knox, he wouldn’t care about being impolite. The neighbors know better than to say anything about it too.

I walk back into the house, locking it behind me before making my way back to the bedroom. Jade is still asleep, but she stirs when I climb into bed, her sleepy eyes fluttering open for a few seconds before she shuts them again. “What was that sound?” she whispers sleepily.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep,” I say, pulling her into my arms, and her face moves against my neck, her sleepy little sigh blowing warm air onto my skin. My cock takes notice, hardening behind my sweats, and I have to remind myself that it’s not the time to have an erection.

Control yourself, man!

But it’s a fucking test, one that I am failing miserably. The most gorgeous girl I have ever seen is lying naked in bed with me. Pressed up against my body with her face nuzzling my throat. “I thought I heard a motorcycle or something.”

Jesus Christ! “Jade—”

“Am I wrong? Was that not the sound of a bike?” she whispers, her soft breath caressing my skin, and it takes everything in me to remind myself not to touch her. She needs the rest. It’s only been a couple of hours since we had sex, and I figure she’s still sore.

Fuck!

Now I can’t help but think back to that moment. Relive it over and over in my mind. I can still remember the way it felt when her virginity gave way for my cock. How well she took me, her tight little pussy clenching hard around my shaft. I fantasize about having another such moment with her. My cock is ready to go, pleading for me to do just that. Her innocence is such a fucking turn on, and I want to protect it. To be the one who corrupts her.

Mine!

“Go back to sleep, Jade,” I say thickly, desire clogging my throat. I pull her tightly against me and rub circles on her back, thinking of anything that might make my eager cock deflate.

“Hmm, that feels good,” she whimpers, rocking her hips gently against mine. “I like your hands. They’re big and strong, and hmm, the way you smell…” She nuzzles my throat, making a deep humming sound as she does so, driving me to madness with her actions. “God, I love the way you smell. It’s in your clothes, but so much stronger on your skin.”

“You’re killing me here, precious,” I choke out.

“H-how?”

My breathing is ragged as I break the embrace, rolling us so she’s lying on her back. Those gorgeous eyes widen with surprise at the move, her cheeks flushing into a pretty, rosy hue, and Lord above, she’s magnificent. Everything about this girl pulls me in like no one has ever managed to before. She wrecks me. Jade ruined me for anyone else the second I saw her, and now, I want—need to remind myself that this is not some kind of a dream. “You should have gone back to sleep, sweetheart. Now I want you,” I grind out, leaning down and brushing my mouth over hers, pushing back when she leans in. Her lips part on a moan when I kiss a path down her neck, feeling a tremble rack her body with every caress. “Stop me, baby.”

“Saint—”

“You need rest, stop me,” I rasp, kissing her throat as I move further down her body. She whimpers when I nuzzle her tits, trying and failing terribly to rein in my control. “Jade—”

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, combing her fingers through my hair, and when I look up to lock my gaze with hers, I read the desire written in them. A need so strong it matches my own, and my control snaps. With my eyes locked on hers, I close my mouth over one of her stiff buds, drinking in her expression as I roll my tongue around the bead.

She gasps, her back arching into my touch. “Saint, oh God!”

I tease the nipple with my tongue before shifting my focus to the other tit and giving it the same attention. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” I rasp, kissing the spot between her tits. “I want to worship every inch of this body until you’re begging me to make love to you, but…” I kiss her stomach, nudging open her legs as I kiss my way down her body. “…I also want you on your knees, choking on my cock as I fuck that sexy little mouth.” She whimpers when I run my middle finger over her feminine lips, groaning when I find her folds slick with arousal. “Want you laid bare on my kitchen counter as I eat you out for breakfast.” Her back arches off the bed with a moan when I rub my thumb over her clit, circling the sensitive bud in slow circles. “…Or riding my cock astride my Harley.”

“Saint,” she exhales on a shaky breath, her back arched and offering me such a magnificent view of her body. Her eyes are dazed when they lock on mine. “I…I want that too.”

I smirk, licking my lips at the thought of tasting her again. “I guess we can live out this fantasy first,” I say, withdrawing my hand and replacing it with my mouth. She cries out when I saw my tongue over her wet slit, and fuck, I damn near lose my mind as her intoxicating flavors flood my mouth. With a snarl, I grip her thighs and bury my face between her legs, losing myself in the taste of her. Coating my mouth and jaw with her arousal, but I am a man too far gone to make sense of anything else.

Nothing else matters but this girl. This moment and her pussy pulsing against my tongue.

“Saint!” she sobs, her thighs trembling as I worship her pussy, bathing her clit in fast licks until she’s writhing and bucking hard.

“Mine,” I grow possessively, wedging my tongue into her entrance, causing her to jolt, legs growing restless, and I can tell she’s close when her pussy starts to spasm. I add my middle finger, thrusting it in and out of her tight entrance as I lick at her clit, drawing on it slowly and that sends her to the edge. Her body seizes, lips parting with a scream as she orgasms, her hips lifting off the bed even as a tremble racks her entire body. Her pussy pulses hard around my finger, creamy juices sluicing out with every shallow thrust, drawing out the orgasm until she’s shaking, her voice hoarse as she cries out my name.

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