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I glance around quickly. The lake is deserted, the light fading rapidly, the chances of being seen minimal. I stand on shaky legs, removing my jeans and panties, but keeping my shirt long enough to cover my ass just in case. Then I straddle him, his hands coming to my hips to steady me.
He guides his cock to my entrance, and I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much after so long without sex, but not quite painful. When he's fully seated inside me, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, burying my face against his neck.
"You okay?" he asks, completely still beneath me, letting me adjust.
"Better than okay," I whisper, overwhelmed by the fullness, by the moment’s intimacy.
I start to move, lifting myself up and then sinking back down, finding a rhythm that works with my still-tender ribs. His cock pulses inside me, hitting spots that make my vision blur at the edges. I throw my head back, losing myself in the sensation, in the cool breeze against my overheated skin.
As I ride him, my shirt rides up, exposing more of me to his view. He looks down between us, watching where our bodies join.
"Fuck, you're so creamy," he groans appreciatively. "So fucking hot."
Previous partners had sometimes complained about how wet I get, making me self-conscious about something I couldn't control. But Viper sounds genuinely turned on by it, like it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
"You like that?" I ask, grinding down harder.
"Fucking love it," he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. "Love how wet you are for me."
Chapter 10 - Viper
"Fucking love it," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips. "Love how wet you are for me."
She feels incredible. Tight, hot, and so fucking wet around my cock. Every time she bounces, her thighs slam against mine, the impact sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I grip her ass, marveling at how soft and perfectly rounded it is in my hands.
But it's not just her body that has me entranced. It's the look on her face- Pure, uninhibited freedom. Her eyes are closed now, head tilted back, hair catching the last golden rays of sunset as it flutters around her face. She looks completely unguarded, totally present in this moment.
I can't remember the last time I felt like this. Not just the physical pleasure, which is fucking mind-blowing, but this sense of rightness. Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing exactly what I should be doing. I used to silently question how my brothers could fall so hard and fast for their women. Reaper with Evelyn, Wilder with Emma, Blade with Kelly, Ghost with Debbie, Ace with Sarah. Now I get it. My only question is why it took so damn long to happen to me.
I don't want this to end. Don't want to stop being inside her, don't want to return to the clubhouse, don't want to rejoin the real world with all its complications. I could spend the entire night right here—fucking her, talking to her, learning everything about her, then fucking her again until neither of us can move.
Amy places her hands on either side of my face, her movements slowing as she looks down at me with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. It's the most genuine expression I've seen from her yet—open, unguarded, radiant. Then, to my shock, tears begin to spill down her cheeks, glistening in the fading light.
"Hey," I say, immediately slowing my thrusts. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head, still smiling through the tears. "No. It's just... I can't believe I'm free. That I found someone like you. I'm afraid this is all just a dream, like all the good moments I thought I remembered. Just fragments of a life I never actually had."
My chest tightens at her words. I place my hand over hers where it rests against my cheek.
"This isn't a dream, Amy. This is real. And as long as you want me close, I'll stay close." I don't recognize my own voice, soft and earnest in a way it's never been. "As your protector, as a friend, as... something more. I never believed in destiny, but maybe there's a reason it was me who found you. Maybe the universe wanted me to find you and never let you go."
More tears spill down her cheeks, but her smile widens. She grabs the hem of her shirt, twisting it and pulling it up to expose her breasts. They're perfect. Full and round with pink nipples hardened to tight peaks.
She rides me faster, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, meeting her halfway with upward thrusts that make her gasp.
Her warm breath brushes against my face and ears as she leans closer, making little sounds of pleasure with each thrust. I don't want to finish too quickly, but I'm losing control. She feels too good, looks too perfect bouncing on my cock like she was made for it. All I can think about is getting her back to the clubhouse, to my bed, where I can take my time with her properly.
My heart pounds against my ribs, my breathing turns ragged, and even my vision starts to blur at the edges. The pressure building at the base of my spine tells me I'm close.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I warn her, expecting her to lift off me.
Instead, she increases her pace, grinding down harder with each downstroke. My eyes widen in surprise.
"What are you doing?" I gasp.
She smirks, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I don't want to stop." She leans forward, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "I want every drop of you. I might not be a virgin, but no man has ever finished inside me before. I want you to be the first."
