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I gasped, slapping his bare chest, and he laughed, eyeing my lips, but I was already there.
“Or my mouth.”
He groaned, brushing his fingers lightly over my lips.
“You don’t have to do that, babe. I could just fuck you a bit, then stroke one off over these gorgeous tits.”
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Thewomancouldseriouslydestroy me, just with her need for me, and want, as in she actually wanted me that desperately, that she was willing to lower herself for me. I wondered if I’d ever see myself as being worthy of her, but I was pretty sure that answer would be a no. How could I?
How could a waste of space like me ever be worthy of a woman this fucking perfect?
Soph took advantage of my moment of distraction, and grabbed my cock, guiding me to her pussy with a firmness I had no fucking ability to fight. We were taking such a risk, but she wanted me inside her, and I’d already decided long ago that I’d never refuse her something she wanted this much.
“You sure?” I asked, trying to hold back from thrusting deep inside her wet heat, and fucking finding my happy place.
“Fuck me, Micro. I want your cock inside me. I want you to come inside me.” With a low groan, I did exactly what she demanded, and pressed deep, my groan turning more guttural as her wet walls clenched around my bare cock. How the fuck was this my life now? How was I not dead already?
“I love you, Micro, I love you so much,” Sophie said softly, almost like she knew I needed that reassurance, because my head was always so filled with how much I didn’t deserve her, or anything I suddenly had.
“Love you, babe, I can’t fucking believe you’re with me, but I’m never letting you go.”
We were moving together, almost as one, and every time my cock filled her, we both gasped out with pleasure and relief. As soon as I could make her my old lady, I was fucking doing it. The need to see my name on her was a burning fucking urge, to see my ownership on her, so that she could never change her mind about me.
“Oh god, harder,” she gasped, and I obliged, because giving her everything means giving her fucking everything I have in me.
The bed was crashing against the wall, and if she cared that we’d be overheard, she was hiding it well. Her ragged gasps became high pitched whines, as her orgasm contorted her body, and her pussy tried to eat my fucking dick. That took me with her, as pleasure shot through me, and right into her, marking her as mine from the inside, until she could wear my ink.
I sagged on top of her, trying to brace my weight on my shaking arms, but fuck, that orgasm had ripped my strength from me, and dimmed the lights, and I was barely fucking able to breathe. She was literally everything I’d been waiting for, for my entire life.
We fell asleep wrapped around each other that night, and for the first time in forever, there were no nightmares, or horrors in my dreams, just peaceful sleep.
Afistbangingonour bedroom door woke us both with a start, actually confusing my senses enough that, for a moment at least, I imagined I was back home at the Phoenix clubhouse, and one of my brothers was outside the door.
“Oh god,” Sophie gasped beside me, sitting up and holding the blankets around her bare chest.
“What!” I yelled out to Nick, a former brother, no longer a prospect either, but seemingly without a real road name yet either.
“I put coffee on, but I’m leaving in a minute. You want me to lock anything up behind me?”
I told Soph to stay where she was, and got up, grabbing the towel I’d discarded on the floor the night before, and wrapping it around my waist. It was still ever so slightly damp, so really wasn’t all that pleasant, but I figured it was better than showing off my cock.
I stepped outside the door, and he backed up, one eyebrow lifting at my appearance.
“What? Didn’t exactly have time to get dressed, did I?”
He rolled his eyes, heading for the kitchen, with me following behind him.
“She seems nice, man. You got a good one there.”
I grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him around to glare at him.
“You been looking at her?”
He laughed, shaking me off pretty easily, because he wasn’t exactly a wuss.
“Yeah, you sound just like every other fucker with an old lady. How the hell you got to stay alive,andfind love, I have no fucking clue, but well played.”
