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“Fuck!” He grunts.
“You feel so good,” I moan with my face pressed against the pillow from my bed. I have neighbors and don’t want them hearing me get fucked.
“God damn it, Maci. You’re perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.”
His hand reaches around to tickle my little clit. I didn’t think it was possible to come again, but he’s building me up all over again. This time when the orgasm hits me, I fall onto the bed. Hawk doesn’t move from inside me. He places the hand on my hip onto the bed for leverage.
“I’m gonna come,” he tells me.
My body is on fire from him. The man is a god. I want more and more from him.
“Fuck me harder,” I demand.
He bites my shoulder.
“Jesus,” I moan.
His hips hold my legs apart and he fucks me harder than before. Every time he pistons inside of me, he groans.
Is he fighting his orgasm? Can guys do that? I never thought they could do that before.
“I’m comin’!” He warns.
“Give it to me,” I beg.
In a matter of two more thrusts, he’s filling me up and I collapse on the bed even more than before.
“Shit,” I moan.
“God damn it. I meant every word, Maci. You’re mine.”
I nod. “Right back atacha.”
He kisses my shoulder and slides out of me. I moan at him leaving my body. “Where’s your bathroom?”
I can feel his orgasm flowing out of me and I know he forgot a condom. Shit! I forgot a condom, too.
The last time I forgot a condom, I became pregnant with Riley.
“Fuck, Maci. I’m sorry! I forgot a rubber.”
I shake my head and move to lay on my back. “Yeah, that was pretty crazy.”
“I’m clean,” he murmurs and returns from the bathroom with a washcloth.
“I’m clean, too. I haven’t had sex in a few years…” I admit.
He begins to clean me up carefully. My sex is super tender from him fucking me like a mad man.
“I get checked every three months. I’ve always used rubbers. I’m sorry, baby. I lost all track of everything when I saw your beautiful body on the bed.”
I smile at his words. He really isn’t what I thought he would be as a biker.
It’s funny. I have only known him for a matter of weeks but he has already become integral to me. I don’t understand. I’m not one to get attached to people easily.
“I’m on the pill.”
He smiles. “So, we good?”
I giggle. “Yeah. I need a couple of minutes. You gave me the workout of my life,” I giggle louder than before.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he moans and climbs onto the bed with me. His arms wrap around me and he holds me to his chest.
I feel treasured and adored. Something I have never felt before in my life and I love it.
In a matter of seconds, I’m sleeping. I’m sleeping good for the first time since I found out about the death threat. Who knew this man would be my savior like this?
