Page 19 of The Biker's Captive
“Come for me,” I choke out, “Come like a good girl.”
It’s like she’s been waiting for me to give her permission.
Her brow furrows and then she’s screaming against my cock, her body tensing and her lips locking together in a deep pull.
It’s too much.
I explode, shooting hot cum down her throat in thick ropes. My darkness pouring out of me and straight down her throat.
I hold her head in place, keeping her close until every last drop, everything I am and everything I have for her, is spent.
She’s taken my darkness and I feel lighter. I feel whole.
When my cock stops twitching, I release my hold on Willow’s hair. She sits back, balanced unevenly on her good leg.
Her face is flushed, and I can tell by the way she's looking at me that she wants more. And that's what I'll give her. To make this woman mine properly.
Her mouth glistens, and a fleck of cum sits on her lips. Her tongue snakes out and licks it off.
“Did I do okay?”
“Honey, you were amazing.”
She tries to get up, and a wince of pain crosses her face.
I’m a selfish bastard. The woman’s got a sprained ankle, and I let her go down on her knees. But I also know I would do it again.
Unlocking the cage, I take Willow by the arms and help her to her feet. I notice how tired she is and curse myself for being so selfish. My arms go around her and I pull her close to me, kissing the top of her hair.
“I’m sorry, precious. Was I too rough?”
She looks up at me, and her eyes are sparkling. “I think I like it rough.”
The words make me shudder. I’m naked from the waist down, and my dick twitches as it presses against her soft, thick flesh.
I’m thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck her when my phone rings.
I’d love to ignore it but it’s Bruno, and I can’t ignore club business.
“Yeah?”
“We’ve got The Reapers. You need to come now.”
It’s the news I’ve been waiting for. The news that will make sure Willow is safe, make it safe for her to go out.
Willow’s settled on the bed, and I suddenly realize how tired she is.
“Get some sleep.”
Her eyes flicker open. “Aren’t you staying?”
“I’d love to, but they’ve got the guys from the crash.”
Realization dawns on her face. “Does that mean I’m safe?”
I’m happy she’s safe, but it means she no longer needs my protection. I no longer have a reason to keep her here.
“Yes, Willow. You’re safe. No one can hurt you now.”
