Page 50 of Brick's Redemption

“My new road name,” he informed me. “Can you accept it?”

Of course. I nodded, eagerly rushing toward him.

Bedlam scooped under my knees and lifted me, striding fast toward the clubhouse as a few chuckles erupted behind us.

“What’s so funny?”

“They know the urges I’m dealing with right now.”

Urges?

He noticed my confusion. “Babygirl, I need to fuck you.”

I sucked in a breath, surprised, but also not because his erection gave that away.

“It won’t be gentle. I need to feel your sweet pussy clenching my cock, and I want you to cream all over it.”

Damn. Such dirty words.

We entered the clubhouse, and he took the stairs. Nothing could have deterred him from his mission. I was happy that it involved me, multiple orgasms and plenty of hours with my man buried deep inside me.

We paused outside a room on an upper floor and he kicked the door open, bringing me inside. As soon as it shut behind us, he was on me. My clothes were stripped off so fast that I barely blinked before I was naked, and Bedlam dropped to his knees.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he growled before he spread me open and dived in, making wicked sounds as he feasted on my pussy.

I fell back against the wall, and he lifted me, my palms slapping the surface as he palmed my ass. His fingers gripped tight as his tongue plunged into my core. He ate me out like he’d been starving for days. I moaned as he rose to his feet, still supporting me.

“God, I need you.”

“I feel the same, baby.” Bedlam wrapped my legs around his waist and held me. “Unbuckle my belt and set my cock free.”

I obeyed, hastily snapping the belt so I could free him.

“I love it when you’re so eager for me.”

“Can’t help it. You fuck like a god.”

His lips curled into a grin as I popped the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper, finally able to slide my palm around his thick length. “Fuck, Ginny. Stroke me.”

I pumped up and down his shaft, turned on by his reaction and the power I could feel emanating from him. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have covered the tip with my mouth and used my tongue to pleasure him.

“Need inside you,” he growled, and I nodded.

He lined up at my entrance and waited, nearly panting. “This is me claiming you once and for all. You’ve got my devotion, heart, and baby growing inside you. I want you to wear my ring and my brand, too.”

“Okay.”

As I answered, he shoved forward, burying deep in a single thrust. I barely had time to adjust to the fullness and how he stretched me, gripping his shoulders as he moved me against the wall. My back pressed against it as his lips met mine.

I felt devoured by him in every way. And it didn’t stop for the entire night. He filled me, came inside me until I overflowed, and then took me again. On the bed. On all fours. In the bathroom.

By the time we fell asleep, I was exhausted and sore in all the best ways.

“Love you, Ginny.” He brushed the hair from my eyes. “It’s all over. Hesh got his justice.”

I wondered. “Good.”

“You’re safe, and so is our baby. Just like you wanted.”

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