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He slid between my legs, propping my torso up on a pillow before lifting my legs up to his shoulders. His dick penetrated my sore, pulsating pussy, and I gasped as the wetness returned in an instant and the explosive orgasm continued to build slowly inside of me. He drove his dick in hard, his balls slamming up against my ass cheeks, and he gripped my legs so tightly I knew he was ready to cum.
“I want you to cum inside me, Ripper,” I murmured.
His eyes widened for a moment before settling again in that soft expression of his.
“You sure?”
I bit my lip, nodding at him, and he groaned. He reached down, grabbing me at the chin so I could stare deeply into his eyes. The veins on his arms reached the surface of his skin now, the tightness in his muscles getting stronger by the minute, and the look on his face was one impossible to ignore. He pressed his lips together to muffle the groan that nearly escaped before pressing his lips to mine. I held on for as long as I could, digging my nails into his skin, relishing in every part of him.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby,” I said.
I felt his warm load erupt through me at the very moment mine had started. The overwhelming surge of pleasure crashed into me, submerging me wholly in him.
He didn’t stop. He brushed his thumb against my lips, driving his dick harder, faster, his balls slapping up against me with every movement. I felt the overflow rocket through me, taking over every inch of my body while I squirmed, crying out, digging my nails into his back.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Rip-Ripper!”
He pressed his lips against mine, turning to my ear with that indulgently soft tone of his.
“I love you.”
My eyes widened hearing those words leave his lips. I gazed up at him again with a smile so bright my cheeks hurt.
“I love you too, Ripper. I love you too.”
Chapter Seventeen
Ripper
Ronnie and I spent the entire day together, slipping away from all the chaos for a little while. When the sun finally started to set, we were about to head out for a ride when my cell phone started ringing incessantly. I fished it out of my pocket, seeing Tank’s name light up the screen.
“Tank?”
“You and Ronnie need to come down to the clubhouse now,” he said, hanging up before I could even ask him what was going on.
“Ripper?”
“Ronnie, change of plans. Tank needs us down at the clubhouse.”
“Uh oh. What now?”
“No idea. Come on, we better go.”
We took the exit off the highway, approaching the clubhouse while the wheels of our bikes were blowing up sand and gravel. I could smell the smoke through my dome, and my heart started racing. I sped up as fast as I could with Ronnie close behind me, and when we arrived, my heart sank. Every single bike on the lot was going up in flames.
The smoke was so thick I could barely breathe, and it was clear those Freeway Fucks were starting a goddamn war. We parked, switching off our engines while I saw the guys outside trying to put out the flames.
“Tank? The fuck happened here?” I asked.
“Those fuckers found this place. They managed to evade Archer good enough to get Anna out of here.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“She’s gone?” asked Ronnie, and I nodded at her.
“She had to have said something. One of you guys must’ve gotten something out of her before she rode right out of here? Come on!” I shouted.
