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“Oh God.”I whimpered and knew I wouldn’t last much longer.The combination of him fucking me, playing with my clit, and talking dirty was going to be my undoing.I could have withstood one of those, maybe two, but not all three.
He was relentless, fucking me deep and hard as he toyed with my clit.He pinched the little bundle of nerves and I screamed out my release.He kept stroking and kept thrusting, and one orgasm turned into two.
“Come for me again, baby,” he said softly.
I didn’t think I could, but he proved me wrong.When I screamed out his name, I felt him slam into me three more times, grunting as his cum filled my ass.
His fingers eased away from my clit and he placed his hands over mine where I still held myself open for him.Colton thrust a few more times, slow and easy, before pulling out.I could feel his cum slip out of me.When I tried to stand, he pushed me down again.
“Not just yet, sweet girl.”
“I can’t take any more.”
He chuckled.“I just like looking at you, all spread open for me, my cum leaking out of you.Let’s get cleaned up and we head over to the diner and get some breakfast.If you think you can sit down.”
I glared at him over my shoulder, but he just smirked at me.I released my ass cheeks and slowly stood, wincing at the discomfort.His smirk just grew and he swatted my ass as I passed him.The man could be insufferable, but I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.Not with as many orgasms he could wring from my body.And maybe it had a teensy bit to do with the fact I was in love him.
And you know what they say… Love can make you do stupid things.Like letting a badass biker fuck your ass while you’re bent over the kitchen table, just hours before your doctor appointment.
Chapter Seven
Badger
I don’t know what I’d been expecting from Adalia’s doctor appointment, but lots of sitting wasn’t it.The waiting room was packed, and the chairs were fucking torture devices.If you didn’t need medical attention before you arrived, you did after sitting for hours in the ass-numbing chairs.They’d called Adalia immediately, but it had only been to take some blood.The nurse had escorted us right back to the waiting room.And here we sat.A mom a few seats over had a little kid with her, who thought it was hilarious to throw blocks at people.The kid had hit me twice, but after the glare I’d leveled at the mom, it had quickly stopped.
“Is it wrong I’m suddenly hoping that pregnancy is negative?”I asked Adalia.
She snickered and looked at the kid who was now running in circles around the room pretending to be a plane.The mother didn’t even look up from her magazine, a bored expression on her face.I figured that was her coping mechanism, because if I was faced with that all day, large quantities of alcohol would be required.She had a water bottle with her.Maybe that wasn’t water.Maybe she had vodka stashed in there, in which case she needed to share with everyone she was subjecting to her kid.
“It’s not that bad,” Adalia said.
The kid let loose with a squeal that rose in pitch the longer he drew it out until I wanted to cover my ears.I narrowed my eyes at Adalia, and she put a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.I saw that smile and she would pay for it later.
“Okay,” she conceded.“Maybe it’s a little bad.He just has a lot of energy.”
“What he needs is a spanking,” I grumbled.
The kid went chair by chair, kicking the person sitting down.Everyone shot glares at the mom, but she didn’t pull her nose out of her magazine.He stopped in front of me, drew his foot back, and I leaned forward.
“Do it and I will toss you out the nearest window.Can you fly?”
The kid’s eyes went wide and he froze.Adalia nudged me with her elbow, but I didn’t look away from the rotten kid.
“How would you like it someone kicked you?You wouldn’t like it, would you?”I asked.“So don’t kick other people.”
The kid’s lip trembled, but I didn’t soften my glare.If anything, I turned it up another notch.I wasn’t about to be manipulated by this three-foot terror.It was obvious the mom never disciplined him.He was a terrorist in the making, or at the very least a criminal in the making.Not the hard-core kind, but the “I should get what I want because I want it” kind.A good swat on his behind every now and then would help straighten him out.So would hearing the word “no” on occasion, but mom over there looked like a “yes” type of person.
I crooked my finger for him to come a little closer and he hesitantly took a step, then another.
“I want to say something that I want you to remember.Can you do that?”I asked.
He nodded, his eyes even wider.
“If people always give you things but you never earn them, then you’ll never appreciate the things you have.Do you know what’s more important than things?Friends.And if you go around throwing things at people, kicking them, or hitting them, you’re not going to make many friends.If you don’t have friends, who will stand beside you when you’re in trouble?”I asked.
The little boy blinked a few times.
“Why don’t you pull one of your toys or books out of that bag by your mom and sit down quietly the rest of your visit,” I said.
