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“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweet thing, but fuck me, it’ll be worth it.”
She tried to sit up, and what the fuck was that about?
“You don’t move yet, Soph, no way. Gotta keep you laying there, and holding my cum inside you.”
She tried to move again, giggling softly as she watched me ease out of her, and immediately tuck two fingers back inside her.
“You don’t need to do that, Micro, I promise.”
I lifted my eyes reluctantly from her well-used pussy, stretched around two thick fingers, and pouted.
“You don’t want a finger-fuck, Soph? You think we should waste all that cum that tried to sneak back out? You want a baby, so you’ll need every drop I have.”
“As in, you think you’re not virile enough to fertilise me?”The fuck?The smirk on her face as she baited me was adorable, but she’d besmirched my swimmers, and she’d have to pay for that. I leaned over her, and cupped the back of her head as I pressed her back down against the desk, my forehead against hers, as my fingers started ramming deep, and fucking her thoroughly.
“You saying my swimmers are weak, baby? You don’t trust them to get the job done?”
She couldn’t speak, because I was finger-fucking her like a savage, and the only sounds she could make were squeaks and yelps, and I fucking loved hearing them. I swirled my fingers inside her, grinning as she whined long and loud, and shuddered up against me.
“Isn’t it worth trying everything to get you pregnant, baby? Even if it means you have to endure more orgasms? Poor hard-done-by Sophie, getting finger-fucked, after she just came like a fucking freight train. Hard life you’re having here.”
A fist banged on the door, and I let out a curse.
“In a minute!”
I released Sophie’s head, and pressed my hand over her mouth instead.
“You better come fast, baby, you’re holding up whoever’s waiting outside, and all you have to do is fucking come on my fingers. Go on…there you go… just like that! Fuck yeah, so beautiful when you fall apart like that.”
“Pres!”
I groaned, sliding my fingers out of my woman and propping her shaking legs up on the desk, shoving her back so she could rest up there.
“Stay.”
I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them, going to the door and opening it a sliver to peer outside.
“What the fuck?”
Harley groaned. “Don’t even wanna know what you’re doing in there, but the cops are here again.”
Fucking hell. It was going to be one of those days.
Sophie
Microtoldmetolock the door after him, and left the office, after grabbing his shirt and cut, and stepping into his boots. He kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me too. I’d never get tired of hearing those words from him, because we’d gone through a ton of shit to get to this point, and I wouldn’t let anything stand in our way now. I scrambled up from the desk as soon as the door closed, and hurried over to flick the lock, then grabbed my clothes and got dressed again.
I hadn’t imagined we’d get sexy in this office as soon as we arrived, but it just felt right in the moment, and I loved how Micro was so keen to give me a baby. I didn’t know why I’d finally admitted it, instead of pretending to forget my pill, and also genuinely forgetting, with all that happened. I just knew that I preferred being honest about it, because even if he’d thought it’d be an accidental pregnancy, I’d have been the one trapping him, wouldn’t I?
Instead, he seemed to be fully intent on making it happen, and I loved that about him. He was doing it for me, I could see it in the way he put so much effort into it. Maybe a part of it was his poor upbringing too though. Raised by an abusive, murderous asshole, and being forced to take part in his mother’s rape and murder, had shown him that his parentage was the worst possible kind. He’d let that evil and hatred shape him, and taint the man he was, because he didn’t know any better. I guess, not until he joined Phoenix, and realised that there were better men, men he could rely on and trust.
Before the catalyst that had switched him back onto revenge mode, he’d been happy there, anyone could see that. If only there was a way to get his old club to see how much he’d grown, and changed. If only they could open their eyes and hearts to the man I’d grown to love so much.
Someone knocked delicately on the door, and yet scared the hell out of me, as I paused in the middle of tidying up the papers from the floor, sliding them back onto the desk.
“Who is it?” I called out, not really sure I’d be comfortable with any other biker in here with me, other than Micro.
“It’s Lissa. Remember me from Phoenix MC?” What the hell? I rushed to the door and unlocked it, dragging it open to see it wasn’t just her, but a whole group of women, some friendly looking, and some grim. What the hell was happening here now?
