Bull (Dixie Reapers MC 4)

by Harley Wylde, Jessica Coulter Smith

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, pet. I’m coming right back. Just need to get rid of my clothes and get something.”

  My cheeks flushed, and I worried at my lip. While I loved seeing him naked, it felt extra naughty when he fucked me with his clothes still on.

  “Can you… can you leave your clothes on?” I asked softly.

  He stopped moving across the room, and everything went so silent it sounded like my heartbeat was echoing in the room.

  “Michael?”

  “I’m still here. You want me to fuck you with my clothes on?” he asked.

  “It… it feels naughtier.”

  “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises. Yeah, baby. If you want my clothes on, I’ll keep them on. This time.”

  I felt the bed dip as he returned, and something bounced on the mattress. My ears strained to hear his every movement since I couldn’t rely on my sight. His belt clinked as he unfastened it, then I heard the rasp of his zipper. I thought I heard the bottle of lube being opened again, then his hands stroked my ass. He spread the cheeks wide, and I felt his cock press against me.

  “Let me in that tight ass, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll make it so good for you.”

  I groaned as he slowly sank into me, his cock making me burn.

  “I wish you could see how fucking incredible your ass looks, stretched around my cock. Watching you take me is fucking beautiful.”

  “More,” I begged.

  He started stroking in and out of me, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper, until he was almost pounding into me. I cried out in both pleasure and pain. It hurt, but somehow felt so damn good at the same time. One of his hands left me, and I heard a whirring sound.

  “Remember what I said. You don’t come until I tell you, or you’re going to have a very sore ass tomorrow.”

  He touched a vibrator to my clit, and my hips slammed back against him as I cried out from the shock of pleasure that zipped through me. His cock drove into me as he teased me with the toy. I couldn’t help but spread my legs wider, wanting to give him more room to play. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to start building, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to hold it back or not. It felt stronger than any I’d had before.

  “Don’t you dare come yet, Darian,” he said, his voice holding a hint of growl.

  Two more swipes of the toy against my clit, and I couldn’t hold on. I started coming, and it felt like I was never going to stop. The pleasure was so intense, with him fucking my ass hard and deep, and the toy buzzing unmercifully, that I thought I might black out. Michael growled as cum shot into my ass, but he didn’t stop thrusting. If anything, he seemed to completely lose control and became almost wild in the way he took me.

  The toy stayed pressed against me, and one orgasm turned into another. By the time he switched it off and let it fall to the bed, I didn’t think I had anything left to give, but he didn’t seem anywhere near done with me.

  “You came before you were given permission,” he said, cracking his hand against my ass.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not stopping until I fill this sweet ass up with my cum again. And every time you sit down tomorrow, you’re going to remember that you disobeyed me. Do you know why?” he asked.

  “Why?” I asked, whimpering as his hand cracked against my ass cheek again.

  “Because I’m going to fuck this ass hard, and I’m going to spank it until it’s red.”

  His words should have scared me, or at least made me apprehensive. But no, not my traitorous body. If anything, I got even wetter. He drove into me again and again, until he finally came again. His cock twitched and jerked inside me as he panted for breath.

  “Christ, woman. I’m getting too damn old to come more than once.”

  I snorted. “You’re not old.”

  He thrust twice more and smacked my ass again before pulling out. “Guess we’ll see how long it takes me to recover.”

  He removed the blindfold and the handcuffs, then rubbed my wrists. I winced as I rolled onto my back. Yeah, my ass was going to hurt, but I didn’t regret a second of what we’d just done. I might be inexperienced, but he was fucking incredible in bed. It was like all he had to do was touch me, and I was ready to take him.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “I’m good.”

  He rolled out of bed, and I heard the water running in the bathroom sink. When he came back, he was completely naked. I didn’t know why he’d cleaned himself up and not me, unless…

  He smirked and reached for the toy. “Feet on the bed and spread those legs, sweet girl. Spread them really fucking wide.”

  I moaned. Oh God, he wasn’t done with me yet. I didn’t think I could handle another orgasm, but I did as he said. He clicked the toy on and went straight for my clit. I was still sensitive from coming twice, and if he hadn’t splayed a hand across my belly, I may have squirmed away from the touch of the vibrator. It was almost too intense.

  “I love it when you spread those legs so damn wide your pussy opens like this. I get to see all of you and see how much you like what I do to you.”

  The man was going to kill me with all his dirty talking. I was almost certain that if he ever pinned me down and just whispered filthy things in my ear, I’d probably come just from his words alone. Not that I would ever tell him that, or he might actually try it.

  “So damn wet,” he said, almost reverently.

  The toy pressed just a little harder against my clit, and I screamed out his name as I started coming. Michael moved faster than I’d thought possible and before my orgasm had stopped, he was driving his cock into my pussy. He slid a hand under my ass and lifted me, going in deeper with every thrust. He fucked me even after one orgasm turned into two, then he slowly eased from my body.

  “You didn’t come,” I protested.

  Michael chuckled. “Sweet girl, I already came twice. I don’t think I can come again so fast. But we’ll get cleaned up and get something to eat, then maybe you’ll let me handcuff you to the bed again.”

  I licked my lips. “If it’s as good as last time, you can handcuff me anytime you want.”

  “Sassy girl.” He leaned down and nipped my lip before kissing me long and hard. “I like it when you’re sassy.”

  “I like it when you’re bossy. In the bedroom anyway.”

  He grinned and kissed me again before leading me into the bathroom and starting the shower. He was so tender and sweet as he washed me, then helped me dry off and get dressed. It sometimes amazed me that the man who was so careful with me, who wanted to make sure I was taken care of, was a badass biker who was probably into things I didn’t even want to know about.

  I admired the way his muscles flexed as he got dressed, then he gently took my hand and led me out to the truck. I didn’t know where he was taking me this time, and I didn’t care. As long as I got to spend time with him, then it didn’t matter where we went or what we were doing. All that mattered was that we were together.

  He snapped my belt buckle into place and as he started to draw away, I reached up and wrapped my hand in his hair, pulling him close again. I pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.

  “I love you.”

  His eyes widened, and he froze for a moment, then a smile spread across his lips. “Love you too, Darian. I’m one lucky bastard that you came into my life. And that you wanted to stay with me.”

  “I’m the lucky one.”

  He winked. “We’ll have to agree to disagree.”

  I knew there was a goofy smile on my face as he closed the door, then walked around to the driver’s side, a smile that stayed firmly in place for the entire ride, and even after the hostess seated us. He was mine, and I was his. And nothing else mattered.

  Epilogue

  Darian

  Two Months Later

  My dad and Bull were sitting on the couch, sipping beer and watching some
show about customizing bikes. They’d gotten along really well during the three days my dad had been with us, and I was grateful for that, even if my sex life had taken a nosedive. I’d tried to get Bull to make love to me that first night my dad was here, and he’d groaned and said he couldn’t get hard knowing my daddy was right next door. It had made me giggle at the time, but now I was getting damn frustrated.

  I slowly entered the room and stopped in front of my sexy badass. He looked up at me, both eyebrows raised as he waited for me to say whatever was on my mind. A quick glance at my dad showed I had his attention too. Which was perfect.

  “You know how you talked about fixing the attic? Adding some bedrooms and maybe a bathroom up there?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I figured if we ever had kids we’d need more space,” he said.

  “Right. So… you have about eight months to get it finished.”

  My dad snickered, and Bull’s jaw dropped.

  “Baby, are you trying to say… you’re having a baby?” Bull asked.

  I nodded.

  His beer fell to the floor, spilling across the wood as he grabbed me into his arms and whooped for joy. He spun me in a circle until I became so dizzy I didn’t think I could stand upright.

  “How long have you known?” my dad asked.

  “A few days, but I didn’t know how to tell either of you,” I said.

  “Days?” Bull asked.

  “Ridley and I booked a double appointment with her doctor, so I rode with her to see Dr. Myron. They just did a blood test to confirm my pregnancy, but I have another appointment in a few weeks, if you’d like to go with me.”

  “I’m going to be there every step of the way,” he promised.

  “If the two of you don’t mind, I think I’ll just come for the birth,” my dad said. “And every major holiday. And all my grandkids’ birthdays.”

  Bull whipped his head around to face my dad. “Was that grandkids plural?”

  My dad shrugged. “As fast as you knocked her up, I’m sure there will be others. Might want to build three bedrooms up in the attic.”

  I hugged Bull tight and made him focus on me again. He looked a little dazed at the thought of having so many kids, and honestly, I didn’t care if we had one or four. As long as he was happy, and our kids were loved, that was all that was important. Just being here with him, being loved by him, made me happier than I had ever thought possible. And knowing that we’d created a life together… There were no words to express the amount of joy I felt.

  “Thank you,” I told him softly.

  “For what, baby?”

  “For loving me. For giving me a home, a real home. And a family. When you rescued me at the gates that night, you changed my life in so many ways. Before I met you, I wasn’t really living. I was just trying to survive day after day. But now. Now my life is pretty perfect.”

  He cupped my cheek. “I’m the lucky one, sweet girl. You’re giving me a second chance, and I’m not going to screw it up. I love you so damn much.”

  Bull kissed me, and I heard gagging. I snickered as I looked at my dad, who winked at me before giving Bull a disgusted look.

  “If you’re going to molest my daughter, at least do it where I can’t see,” my dad said.

  “I think that sounds like an excellent idea. Scratch, you know where the clubhouse is. Make yourself scarce.”

  Bull lifted me into his arms and carried me down the hall to our bedroom. I heard the front door shut and knew my dad wouldn’t be back for a while, if at all tonight.

  My sexy man lifted my shirt and fell to his knees, pressing a kiss to my belly.

  “You’re everything I need, Darian, and everything I never knew I needed.”

  “I think we have the rest of the night to ourselves,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll get naked while you get the handcuffs.”

  He chuckled and swatted my ass. “I think I created a cock-hungry monster. Don’t ever change.”

  “Never,” I promised.

  A warm glow filled me as I stared into his eyes. Life had pretty much fucked me over from the time I was born, but somehow, I was exactly where I was supposed to be. In his bed every night and in his arms every morning. And that was precisely how it should be. Bull was the love of my life, and despite our age difference, I knew there was no one more perfect for me.

  My hand pressed to my belly. “You’re going to have an awesome daddy.”

  Bull came back over toward me, tossing the handcuffs, lube, and scarf onto the bed. Then he leaned down and placed his face near my belly. “And you have a very naughty mommy. But she’s going to love you very much.”

  I smiled as he rose, looking at me with so much heat.

  “Thought you were going to strip,” he said.

  “I am.”

  “Then get to it, woman.” His hand cracked against my ass. “Just remember what happens when you disobey an order.”

  I shivered and took my time undressing. He might think that was a threat, but all he did was guarantee that I would misbehave as often as possible, for the rest of our lives. Because if there was anything I loved better than my sweet and tender biker? It was my sexy, dominant badass who demanded to be obeyed.

  Who’d have ever thought being bad could be so damn good?

  Harley Wylde

  Short. Erotic. Sweet.

  Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off-the-charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

  When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.

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