Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Sonya moaned and arched beneath me, her nails raking down my back. The sting only spurred me on, making me fuck her harder. Faster. I felt like I was possessed, chasing my release, chasing that sublime connection with her. The only thing I knew would give me relief, would calm my raging mind and body, was… her. Sonya. I’d been obsessed with her without really acknowledging my feelings and this is where it landed me. Balls-deep inside the woman of my dreams, knowing no good could come of this.
“Angel,” she gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Oh, God! Yes!”
“That’s it, baby.” I growled my praise for her, sounding like some fucking caveman. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud of the way I made her lose control. I loved that she clung to me, that she urged me on. I knew I’d pleasured her before and was doing so again. The question was, could I please her enough for her to want to stay with me? To give me a chance to work this out between our clubs. And her daddy. “Come on my cock, Sonya. Milk my cum and take it deep in that sweet pussy.” She did.
I was so fucked, beyond comprehension or salvation. With every thrust, every quiver, every shudder of Sonya’s tight little body beneath mine, I fell deeper under her spell. I knew this had to stop, but I’d be Goddamned if I could remember why. I didn’t want to stop, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to either. I wanted to consume her. Possess her. I had a driving, dominating need to make her mine in every way possible. Including with my property patch, which was totally fucking insane. Not only was Sonya way the fuck too young for me, I wasn’t nearly good enough for her.
None of it stopped me from fucking her now. I was really going to have to come up with a way to explain this to Thorn. Preferably without losing any important body parts. Was I scared of Thorn? No. I simply had too much respect for the man to not take whatever punishment he thought best to deal out with regard to a dirty old man fucking his daughter when he was supposed to be mentoring her.
My hips pistoned forcefully as I drove into her welcoming heat again and again. She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, legs locked around my waist. Her moans and cries spurred me on, inflaming my lust to impossible heights.
How the fuck had I lived my entire life without this? Sex had never been like this. I’d never imagined sex could be like this!
I nipped and sucked at the tender skin of her neck, overcome by the primal urge to mark her as mine. Mine. The word echoed in my brain. Yeah. I wanted Sonya to be mine. Hell, she was mine. I just had to figure out how to make it permanent without spooking her. Because I had no illusions the girl wanted me actually in her life. She wanted the rough, hard fuck of a biker. As I saw it, my job was now to make her so addicted to the sex that she was willing to take me on. Yeah. I could do that.
A plan to make her addicted to sex firmly in my mind, I focused entirely on making Sonya come as hard as possible. The instant and immense relief that fell over me was like a warm blanket in the cold of winter. Pleasure Sonya well and she’d never want to leave me. Yeah. It’s a hard life.
She screamed, her pussy squeezing my cock in a forceful massage as she milked my cum from my dick. Denying her wasn’t even a question. I came, planting my seed deep inside her hot pussy. Both of us shouted our releases, the sounds echoing through the tiny cabin as we came together in a powerful climax.
I collapsed on top of her, my weight pinning her down. We lay there, both breathing hard as the sweat dried. Sonya ran her fingers through my hair, and I lost myself in the feeling. She kissed my jaw and chin, sighing softly before settling beneath me. I knew how she felt. I wanted to praise her for giving herself to me so completely and selflessly, but I wasn’t sure how to express everything I was feeling. Hell, I wasn’t sure exactly what I was feeling, which was damned embarrassing. It was my job to take care of everyone’s feelings because I was the level-headed one. The one who had a Zen-like calm. Now, I was anything but calm.
I wanted to love on her some more. To cuddle and kiss and show her I could be sensitive to her needs. Unfortunately, all I could do was pull her to me. I couldn’t do much more than simply breathe. Not after coming my brains out more than once. My body had other ideas. I was spent, tired as hell. I let myself be pulled down, cuddled against her warm body and fell asleep with the scent of Sonya enveloping me like a warm blanket. And I slept like the dead.