Page 26 of Keeping What He Wants

When he came, the world spun. His legs quivered as he pushed his cock into her, hot cum erupting from it with each stroke. She arched against him, crying out as her orgasm hit. The music still blasted in his ears while the audience watching them clapped. He pulled her to the edge and looped his arms underneath her ass. He rested his forehead against her breasts, taking a moment to breathe her in. He didn’t know what the fuck had gotten into her. Why the hell would she come to the club to fuck him in front of all his brothers?

She combed her fingers through his hair, kissing the side of his head. He could live the rest of his life buried inside her.

“We need to talk about this.” His voice sounded raspy to his own ears, barely audible over the music.

“Talk’s cheap.”

He pulled her away from the bar top, making sure her ass stayed covered. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Superman staring at him. His dick was out and his hand was wrapped around it, stroking while a cigarette hung from his lips. He wanted to be furious that his Ella had gained that kind of reaction, but instead he felt an overwhelming sense of pride. She was his, and nobody was going to change that. Ryker carried her out of the room and down the hall. Once he found an empty bed, he dropped her on it and climbed in beside her.

“What the hell was that about?” The silence the room offered nearly made his head buzz.

“I was staking my claim.” She smoothed her hand along his stomach. “I wanted to be mad at you.” She rolled to her back. “I wanted to hate you for wanting her.”

He propped his head up on his hand, lying on his side. “So you have sex with me in front of everyone?”

Ella laughed. “Maybe I’m yours, but I had to prove you’re mine.” She turned toward him, pulling her shirt over her head. “Besides, I thought about it and determined you don’t have a reason for wanting another woman. You’ve got a perfect one right here.”

He smiled. “That I do.”

He cupped the side of her face as he leaned in to kiss her. His Ella. He groaned and pushed her to her back, propping himself up over her. He groaned as he pushed inside her again. Rocking her into her slowly, he reached for her arms, pushing them over her head.

Ryker wrapped his lips around one of her stiff nipples as he curled his fingers with hers. He teased the tip with his tongue, drawing a moan from her delectable lips. Her heels dug into his back as he continued to take it slow, drawing their pleasure out.

“I’m the top biker bitch.” Ella squeezed his hands. “You want me and lucky for you, I want you back.”

He lifted his head with a grin. “Is that right?”

“For now.”

He laughed. Withdrawing from her warm body, Ryker shoved back in again, taking his time. He loved the little gasps Ella made when he filled her, the need she had for him growing stronger. The makeup she’d put on had smeared down her face, but she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Come for me,” he whispered against her lips. “Suck my cock with that hot pussy of yours.”

He reached between them to stroke her clit. Ella’s head dropped back as she arched off the mattress, her pussy contracting around him as he shoved in deep. He loved making her come. Love the soft gasp she made right before her pleasure took her. He loved the way she felt around him when he buried his cock to the hit. He fucking loved how she looked up at him, her eyes bleary from pleasure, smiling as she watched him he took his own.

His hot release took all his energy. He collapsed in her arms, unable to extract himself from her. He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to keep her like this for the rest of their lives.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered.

He kissed her cheek. “Remember that when I’m pissing you off the next time.”

He rolled to his back, taking her with him. She looked down at him as she straddled his thighs, his cock still buried deep inside her.

“Make me a promise.”

He blew out a breath. “What?”

“The other night I told you about my dream. Promise me you’ll let me live out my fantasy. I want you to fuck me on your motorcycle.”

“I’ve created a monster.”

“Promise me.”

“Right now?” He rubbed his eyes.

“Later. But promise me right now you will.” She pressed soft kisses along his chest, taking the time to tease his flat nipples with her tongue.

He lay back with his arm thrown over his eyes. “I promise. We can do anything you want.”

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