Curling his hands over my shoulders, Dante turns me to face the bar and Luck. His big warm body presses up against my back making me feel safe and protected again.
“Took a chat with my fists and Prez for him to see the light. Fucker’s stubborn.”
He doesn’t even look at me while talking about Logan and I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.
While he and Luck chat, Dante’s hands absently massage my neck and shoulders. It feels amazing and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back against his chest. “Tired, baby girl?”
“No.” I want to be alone with him, and not to sleep.
A few more people come up to talk to Dante. He introduces me to each one as “his girl,” which thrills me each time he says it. There are so many new faces and strange road names that I can’t memorize them all. Something I tell Dante when the last guy walks away.
He smiles at me. “That’s okay, baby girl. Long as they know you’re mine.”
His, damn I like that.
Leaning down, his lips brush against my ear. “I’ve got a present for you in my room.”
“Oh, really?” Somehow, I don’t think he’s serious. I’m pretty sure the present is his cock, and I’m totally fine with that.
The possessive way his hands circle my upper arms to help me off the stool, kicks up a throb of desire in my belly.
Dante nods at Luck. “You got this?”
Luck answers with one of those chin jerks men do that speaks volumes.
Dante’s big hand closes around mine and leads me down the hall. I’m trembling with need before he opens the door and pushes me inside. The slam of the door makes me jump, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy pushing me up against the door.
Holding me tight against the solid wood, he leans down and takes my mouth in a savage kiss. Every thought leaves me, except for how this hard, rough, demanding man has the softest, fullest lips. He keeps me backed against the door, pressing his hard body against me.
My hands clutch at his leather cut, the wild beat of his heart drumming against my hand. He presses our kiss deeper, tongue sliding against mine, taking me. I want to slow things down and savor every bit, but at the same time, I want him to strip me bare, bend me over, and fuck me until I scream.
He backs away slowly, finishing our kiss, brushing his lips against mine, touching his forehead to mine.
“I hate how much I missed you,” he says as if he really is angry about it.
That hurts. “Why?”
“Because if something ever happened, anyone tried to take you from me, I’d fuckin’ murder them. You’re worth killing for.”
I don’t get to respond. His mouth touches mine and I surrender completely. His arm wraps around my waist as he keeps tasting me. Claiming me.
Both of his hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me.
“Dante,” I moan, breaking our kiss.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I need you,” I gasp, lifting my legs and hooking them ’round his waist opening my body to him, so my bare pussy rubs over his denim-covered cock. His fingers find and run over my smooth, sensitive skin. He seems fascinated with my grooming choice and I’m so happy I decided to do that for him.
His mouth moves to my neck, the journey is rough and expresses how much he wants me. My man runs the pad of one finger back and forth, higher and lower until he hits the spot that makes me gasp. For such a rough man, he brushes against my sensitive clit gently. I’m so close, I buck my hips and he chuckles against my neck. His fingers move back to my soaked opening, pushing inside.
“Oh, Dante…so good. But I need your cock.”
“Say please.”
“Please, daddy, can I have your cock?”
He growls and presses his hips into me, keeping me pinned to the door. Somehow he holds me up while freeing his cock and lining it up with my entrance. “You still taking your pill?”
“Every morning,”
He taps the fat head of his cock against my bare pussy lips, then whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft. “Just in case,” he mutters.
I don’t have time to be insulted, because he pushes inside my body and groans. “Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Didn’t even think about fucking another pussy while I was gone. Only thought about yours.”
With the frantic way we’re grinding and thrusting against each other, I’m amazed he got so many words out. I pick up each one and even though they’re crude, I absorb the warmth behind them.
I tighten around his cock and he groans louder, slams into me harder. My ravenous need for him destroys everything else.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans. His mouth stops moving, and crushes against mine again. This is how Dante communicates best.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come around my cock. Show me you missed me.”
The words “I’m close” are on the tip of my tongue, but are lost under the harsh screaming and moaning that tear out of me instead. My pussy grips his cock, my body shudders. Warmth radiates in waves from my slick center. Dante stills his frenzied movements as he releases, groaning out his pleasure.
“Karina.”
His forehead touches mine and I unwrap my legs from his waist. My body feels like jelly, but he steadies me so I don’t melt onto the floor.
He steps away from me for a moment; when he returns, I realize my eyes were closed. I open to find Dante smiling at me.
“Wanted to fuck you so bad, I didn’t even get you naked. That’s a crime.”
His fingers tease the hem of my sweater and I automatically lift my arms up. He hums in approval as he whisks my sweater off, and unhooks my bra. My hands move to the zipper of my skirt, but he stops me with a finger on my arm.
“Leave it on”
He slides a hand down the length of one of my braids, gently tugging out the band at the end and untwisting the strands. Then he does the same with the other braid.
His eyes never leave my body as he steps back. Both hands reach out and cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples. “Yeah, you’re just as perfect as I remembered.”
In a few steps, we’re next to his bed. He sits and reaches over to his desk, grabbing a blue velvet satchel. With a sly smile, he hands it to me. Curious and honestly a little nervous, I accept the bag. It’s small, but has some heft. Untying the drawstrings, I peek inside. Confused, I stare at Dante.
“Never seen one before?”
“No.” Gingerly, I grasp the cool metal and pull it out of the bag. It’s sort of egg shaped, but heavier than any egg and it has a stem with a flared end. The flat part of the end is encrusted with pink jewels. It’s sort of pretty.
Dante’s intense gaze is still glued to my face. He holds his hand out and I drop the thing into his palm. With his other hand, he pats his lap.
Yes, this is something I definitely missed. Draping myself over his lap settles my mind and makes my belly flutter at the same time. He spends a few minutes running his hand over the backs of my legs. Stroking and tickling. When I relax a little more he flips my skirt up, roughly palming my ass cheeks.
“Your ass is perfect.”
“Thank you.”
My thanks makes him chuckle. His body sways to the side and a drawer rolls open and closed.
Crack!
The palm of his hand connects with my ass and I moan. The warm sting prickles over my skin and I instinctively arch my back, offering myself to him. He spanks my other cheek then rubs the sting away with his hand.
“Were you a good girl while I was away?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He slaps me again and again. The spanking intensifies but I love the sting and burn. I’m panting and moaning when he finally stops.
“Spread your legs,” he says, his voice hoarse and rough.
I wiggle my thighs apart and his fingers gently stoke my wet folds.
“You really like that, don’t you, baby girl.” He’s not asking me a question. Doesn’t need to. The proof drips dow
n his hand.
I moan louder as he presses a finger inside of me.
“You’ve got one greedy little cunt, baby girl. I just fucked you against that door and you’re already moaning for my cock again.”
“Yes.”
Greedy cunt is an understatement. Karina’s pussy is dripping after her spankin’. I’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit over the years. Never seen a girl who enjoyed gettin’ spanked the way she does.
I’m real happy to be the one givin’ it to her.
Tonight, I’m also gonna give her somethin’ else.
Trailing my soaked fingers from her slick pussy up to her tight little asshole, I stop and use my other hand to pry her cheeks apart. She clenches and whines.
My hand delivers a sharp smack. “Relax.”
She immediately relaxes.
I could get high off this girl’s eagerness to please me.
Trembles of excitement work over her body. Rock hard nipples poke into my thigh. Holding her ass cheeks apart, I circle her hole with one finger, getting her used to my touch. When she relaxes a little more I press one finger inside. She whines and I retreat. Go back to softly stroking her.
“Gonna fuck this ass, Karina.”
She whines, and I smack her butt. She’s still sprawled out over my lap, but she tucks her arms under her chest and turns her face so her cheek is resting on the bed and looks up at me.
“It hurts.”
She doesn’t say, “Hell fucking no.” Nope, my little bitch knows this is happening and wants me to take care of her.
“Not if I do it right.” Picking up the anal plug, I run the smooth, tapered end over her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick it and I almost come in my pants.
“I’m gonna plug your ass to train it to take my cock.”
Her eyes widen.
“This is the smallest one they make. I’ll work you up to bigger ones until I think you’re ready for me.”
She moans and wriggles in my lap and my cock freaks the fuck out.
“It won’t hurt?”
“No way would I hurt my baby girl. Gonna lube you up all nice and slick. When I finally claim that ass, you’re gonna beg me to do it over and over.”
She hesitates. “Okay.” Her body relaxes and she even tips her ass up a little, as if she’s offering herself.
I roll my eyes toward the ceiling. What the fuck did I do to deserve this little angel? She’s like some gift I sure as fuck don’t deserve.
It takes a second to wrap my head around how willing she is to please me. In an earlier part of my life, I might have taken advantage of the situation. But now? All I want to do is protect, and take care of Karina.
And fuck her every which way, of course.
“Have you done this before?” she asks softly.
“Not with anyone I cared about.” Meaning, I’d never spent this much time and effort to get a bitch ready like I’m plannin’ to do with her.
By the tight set of her lips, I can tell she’s jealous and the evil prick inside me loves it.
This ain’t all about her though. This is gonna be some long-drawn out, sick fuckin’ foreplay for me as well. Thinking about her wearing a plug, getting ready to take my cock in her virgin asshole. It’s going to be a test of willpower that I’m looking forward to. I get a head rush no alcohol or drug has ever given me.
Now that we’re clear on the goal, I continue playing with her ass and loosening her up. When she relaxes, I click open the bottle of lube I set next to me and dribble it on her asshole, her skin puckers and dances as the cool liquid splashes down. Using two fingers, I massage all around her ass until she loosens up again, then I press one finger inside. A little more lube and I add a finger, stretching them apart and turning my hand.
Her lips part and she sighs a warm, happy noise. Christ, I’m harder than a motherfuckin’ rock. My cock is beggin’ me to quit this anal seduction bullshit and ram into her already.
“Like that, baby girl?”
“Mmmm.”
“You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers like this. So pretty over my lap.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
The plug is solid and cool in my hand. I press it to her lips. “Open. Warm it up with your mouth.”
She licks it and then opens her mouth again and sucks. When she’s done, I add more lube and begin working it into her ass. She squeals and wiggles, but I keep her steady with my arm around her waist. Finally, it pops into place. Little pink jewels wink at me from their spot nestled in her ass.
“You should see how pretty it looks.”
She reaches back with one hand and touches it. “Are you sure I don’t look silly?”
She’s the hottest fucking thing in my universe, and she’s asking me if she’s looks silly.
“No, baby girl. It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you again.”
“Why?”
Christ, she’s killing me.
“Wanna go home with you.”
She plants her feet on the floor and stands. “You don’t have to stay here?” she asks.
“No.”
Her mouth curves into a smile. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, I pull her close and press a kiss to her stomach. “Take it off.”
She unzips the skirt and lets it pool at her feet.
“You bring anything else to wear?”
“Yeah, I brought an outfit for tomorrow.”
“Good. Go ahead and get dressed.”
I don’t think she’s teasing me on purpose; but when she bends over bare-assed with that pink sparkly plug aimed at me, I have to count to ten.
“No panties,” I tell her.
“Okay.”
She slides into a skintight pair of leggings. Before I get the “what the fuck” out of my mouth, she slips on a sweatshirt long enough to cover her ass.
Okay then.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The ride up to Dante’s cabin is interesting. The plug—even though he said it’s the smallest one—leaves me feeling very full and aware of my ass. Honestly, after the way he looked at me once he got the plug seated, I’m amazed we even made it out of the clubhouse. I thought for sure I was in for a night of being bent over and fucked every which way.
Who am I kidding? I’m sure that’s still in the plans.
Sure enough, as soon as we enter the house, he’s stripping off my clothes, leaning over to suck my nipples into his hot mouth. We end up on the couch, with me straddling his lap.
“Ride my cock, baby girl.”
Planting my hands on his shoulders, I raise and lower myself until I scream out my release. Dante helps me up, and then bends me over the back of the couch, slamming his cock in me.
“This is so fuckin’ hot,” he grunts out as he twists and turns the plug in my ass. The dual sensations drive me crazy and I come again, bucking and calling out his name.
He groans and stops his frantic thrusting.
A sharp slap on my ass makes me giggle. He stalks out to the kitchen and returns to me with a smirk on his face. His strong arms lift me and he carries me upstairs while my fingers trace the lines of the bull tattooed on his chest.
“How long have you been in the MC?” I ask. He doesn’t talk about the club with me very much, but I am curious about something that is such a big part of his life.
“Sixteen years. Started hanging around at sixteen. Got my prospect rocker at eighteen. Became a full-patched brother a year later.”
He smiles down at me and sets me on the bed.
“Hands and knees, babe.”
I roll over and do as he asks. He grabs the end of the plug and twists it. I can’t believe how much he loves this thing. A twist in the opposite direction makes me moan. Then he tugs it out and retreats to the bathroom where I hear the water run for a while.
He chuckles and shakes his head when he comes out and finds me in the same position. “Up in bed, baby girl. Had a long fuckin’ day and I am ready to go to sleep holdin’ my girl.”
He’s so sweet. I can’t get under the covers fast enough. He pulls me close and nestles me against his side. The lamp clicks off, and I feel his hand stroking over my hair and back. “Can’t believe I’ve gotten so used to this already. Fuckin’ hated bein’ away from you.”
It’s the second time he said something like that tonight. Inside I’m glowing with pride that he feels this way about me.
“Me too,” I whisper. “I missed you.”
“Were you nervous being alone up here?”
I think about it. I was a little scared the first night. “Not too bad. I made sure I was inside before dark and that helped.”
He hugs me a little tighter. “Good, ’cause I gotta go on another run next week. Gonna be short like this one, but still.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know.”
We fall asleep holding each other.
Church is quick this week. Hemi won’t even look my way. Good. The fucker finally learned his lesson. His split lip and black eye give me a measure of comfort.
We divide up the runs that need to happen this week. I’ve got seniority so I pull the shortest one out to Cherry Valley. It’s not an easy territory, but it’s not as rough as what Hemi’s facing again. I smirk when he opens his mouth to whine about it.
“We’ve all done our time making that delivery and pick-up,” Romeo snaps.
Luck will go with me to Cherry Valley. Wolf volunteers to ride with Hemi.
We break, and Prez calls me back.
“How’s the hot lil’ bitch doing? Ready to pass her off yet?”
“Fuck no.” I respect my Prez, but his comments about my girl are startin’ to piss me off. I jerk my head toward one of our older members. “You talk about Mug’s ol’ lady like that?”
He rears back, clearly surprised. Fuck, so am I.
“If she looked like Karina, yeah, I probably would.”
I fuckin’ hate the way her name sounds comin’ out of his mouth. Fuck, I hate he remembered her name. Can’t remember the last time he even used a woman’s actual name. They were all babes, honeys, and bitches to him.
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