Page 121 of Reaper

Harrison pauses and looks over at me. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m the president of an MC with some badass brothers, but most of all, I have you. Trust me, I’m good.”

I sigh as he shrugs off my concern. “This morning, when you came in, you just looked troubled.”

Harrison opens his mouth to say something, but I keep going. “I’m not asking for details. Honestly, I don’t want them. But if something is bothering you, I want to know. Isn’t that part of my role as your old lady?”

Harrison rushes over to me and pins me onto the bed. “Say it again.”

“Say what again?” I frown as he moves my hands above my head.

“Say you’re my old lady.”

“I’m your old lady,” I rasp.

Harrison rolls his hips into mine, making me arch into him.

“I’ll never get sick of hearing that. I always thought I’d be like my old man and die before experiencing what it was like having a woman on my bike behind me but then you came along and flipped the script.” He kisses down my neck. “You came to me bloody and broken, and I knew you were mine to keep.”

“I wasn’t expecting you either.”

Harrison bites my neck, making me hiss.

“I can’t get enough of you. All day every day, all I can think about is you naked and willing under me. Claiming you over and over as I fill your pussy with my cum. It’s a shame I don’t have time to do anything about it.”

He moves to get off of me, but I wrap my legs around his hips. Holding him in place.

“If you leave me wet and needy, I’ll kill you.”

Harrison tosses his head back and laughs.

“Is that so?”

“I need you. The others can wait.”

He leans up and rips off his vest, and then pulls off his shirt. “What my old lady wants, she gets. Now get naked.”

I have never moved so quick in my life. In seconds I am laid out naked, waiting for him to show me how much he needs me. It’s almost as much as I need him.

“Look at this needy little pussy,” he growls, taking off his own clothes.

Then he reaches down and smacks my pussy.

It shocks me.

It also turns me the fuck on.

I can feel my pussy clenching at the sensations.

“Such a dirty girl, but you’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?” he murmurs, leaning over to suck a nipple into his mouth.

I arch up into him.

“I don’t want slow, Harrison. I need you to fuck me. Remind me that I belong to you. Please stop holding back.”

He pauses, pulling back to look at me. Whatever he sees in my eyes must do it for him. He doesn’t hesitate another second. He notches at my opening and then thrusts in all in one go.

I cry out, loving the feel of him stretching me.

“Harrison,” I moan.

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